“It looks to me like you bring that on yourself,” Tassyl challenged with a critical smirk, looking over his odd garb, just the type of costume a common boy trying to appear as a mage would wear and inquired with honest curiosity; “Why dress the part if you wish to go unnoticed?” “It’s only fair warning,” Kaulen declared, with more bitterness in his voice then he intended. “Even if I look like them… I am not like them!” Since the day his sorcerer’s gift first awoke half a dozen years ago and a moment of rage nearly burned down his family’s barn he’d been an outcast, shunned by even his own parents and siblings. He hadn’t understood his abilities any better than they did then and, fearing that he might endanger the rest of the family, his father took him to the House of Mystra in Harrowdale town, leaving him there in the care of the clerics despite it still being under construction. He’d only seen his family once since then, when he returned home after completing his studies, but found himself even less welcome; being literally run off at sword point by his father and elder brother while his mother and sister cowered in the house. Tassyl knew that the Harrans were deeply weary of magic and realized how it must hurt such a young man to be shunned over and over when his natural talent for the Art showed, whether he wanted it to or not. As not only a priestess of Sune, the goddess of love and passion, but an orphan of Damaran decent from the mostly Chondathan Sembia, she know how it felt to be an outsider and her heart ached for the tortured young man. Then a wicked grin grew on her lips and a capricious glint lit her eyes as she accepted the challenge Lady Firehair had set before her. “You’ve never known the grace of Sune, have you?” she cooed seductively as she moved even closer to him and looked deeply into his eyes to gauge the truth of his answer. Knowing full well what she meant, he was about to deny his innocence. His gift had emerged just as he entered adolescence and since then his only experience with girls had been as the butt of cruel jokes, but something inside him told him he could trust her. Looking into her emerald eyes, with his own baring a mix of embarrassment, hope and lust that she’d seen in other young men’s, he stammered meekly; “No.” Smiling warmly at his honesty, an act of trust she knew must have been heart-wrenching for him, she offered with tender sincerity; “Come with me and I’ll show you all the wonders of her embrace.” He stood dumbfounded, just staring into her gorgeous face, fearing that she would betray him as every other girl had, but saw nothing except honesty and sympathy. There was an aura of warmth and sincerity about her just as powerful as the sensuality that radiated from her like the heat of the summer sun, leaving him completely enthralled, and he knew there could be only one answer as he nodded his acceptance. Taking him by the arm, heedless of the pouring rain and how it reduced her scanty, sheer, red silk costume to a near transparent second skin, she led him across the narrow lane to the inn. Ignoring the incriminating stares and shocked gasps, while every eye devoured her curvaceous form, she casually guided him through the common room and up the stairs to her room. Credits: Michael 4 by DAZ3D, Blaine Hair by AprilYSH, Dauntless by Moyra, DMs Legends by marforno & Danie, Jack of Hearts by Luthbel, M4 Warp Master by Lyrra Madril & Sarsa, Multiplane Cyclorama by DAZ3D, Rogue Brotherhood for Jack of Hearts by Arien and Woodland Prince Elric for M4 by Morris & JoshuasART, all from DAZ3D. Signs of the World by outoftouch, from Renerosity. Wolf Leathers by SithSense, from RuntimeDNA.