Prompt: What Comes Next?

 Gaia was finishing her first deckhand duty on the Leopard’s Paw. It helped when your magic could cut down the time it took to swab a deck.

She realized she was being scrutinized by a norn with fiery hair and a grin that was- a little unsettling, though she couldn't pin down exactly why. Lurking slyness, perhaps? 

“You're an ele, eh?” 

Gaia blinked and answered dutifully. “Yes, ma’am.”

The norn strode up, clapped a heavy hand on Gaia's shoulder, and steered her toward the mast. “Excellent. I need a new Windcaller apprentice!”

“W-what-”

Her question was interrupted by the norn shouting to the first mate. “Hey, Zanna! Your new deckhand is mine now!”

Zanna raised a brow at the norn though opined no objection, unless one counted the squawk from one of the pair of seagulls perched on her shoulders. 

What have I gotten myself into?

Gaia looked between the two. 

I'm not sure this is going to be what I signed up for…

((Edits/Permission from Ambro of the Vanguard Guild for the cameos of her characters/NPCs.)) ((I cannot add any more tags to my character introduction post, so do note that my *Introduction* post has a brief intro of Lasaíriona, as well as a little screenshot of her face.))

Prompt: Tea Time

((Over 100 words again! Oops))

 “Break time!” 

Phaedra found herself almost dropping the cup of chai tea that was thrust into her paw, but managed to juggle it as she leaned the pitchfork she’d been working with against the wall. She turned to see her friend, Dante, strolling into the stables with his usual sociable presence filling the space.

He sat himself in a pile of hay. “So what are the critters talking about today?” He grinned at Phaedra and gestured around him with his own teacup. 

“Well..” Phaedra drew the word out before pausing to sip the tea and look around the animals in the stables. “It's springtime, so- care to guess?”

It was a brief moment before Dante burst into laughter. “Why Clicks! Are you getting several earfuls of horniness‽”

Phaedra choked on her swallow of tea, sputtering with a cough through chittering giggles. She gave Dante a chastising look, but the reprimand was lessened by her own tells of amusement. Dante observed that *and* her lack of contradiction to be taken as encouragement for his guess.

“Ahh! Well, now you MUST tell me all the dish, girl!” Dante urged with gossipy glee, grinning with winsome slyness over his teacup.