Your Goddess Awaits

[Raven]

Darcia pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers, banishing the sleep from his eyes and the weariness from his body. Another all nighter, and had he been human dark rings would now hang below his eyes. The wizard stifled a yawn, and consciously picked up his shuffling feet. A hand ran down his throat, thankful that he didn't have to shave like humans did. Such a blessing! And so many of them wished for full beards.

"Good morning Master," exclaimed a cheery voice. Narith, his slave, stood in the kitchen of his mansion wielding a stainless steel bowel and an egg beater. She was putting these implements through the appropriate paces, with the obvious intention of serving her 'family' breakfast. So too was the apron she employed, careful to catch any spills of batter that might fall on her person.

However, the apron was the only thing that she wore, and Darcia was allowed to glance appreciatively at the woman's buttocks as she turned away, awakening him both mentally and physically despite the lack of sleep.

He padded into the dining room, his loose robe hanging behind him, his strong chest partially uncovered on account of the casual cinching of his garment's waist. He found his fiance, Gracie, sitting down to prepare for breakfast. Two pairs of light green feet sticking out from the table told him that Naleth, his other slave, was either servicing her 'mistress' or trying to persuade said mistress to allow said servicing.

"Morning," said the wizard charitably, sitting down in his accustomed chair and reclining in it (a physical impossibility for lesser beings, as his two slaves could testify after having tried to mimic this maneuver). "Enjoying yourself?"

[Avena]

"Enough," Gracie pushed her chair back, "Naleth I told you not at the table, now sit down so you can eat as well."

Gracie's golden locks had been pulled back and were of course a big poofy mess at the base of her neck. She looked back up at himand smiled, "How was your night love?"

[Raven]

Darcia was far less frigid than Gracie, and so when he felt a soft hand snake into his robes he fought back his smile and did not issue a comment, even as a pair of full and perfectly skilled lips descended upon him.

"Tolerably horrible my dear. The dwarves not only have one of the most tedious languages to decipher, but also rank among the races with the sloppiest handwriting. Translating Barum Stonehammer's work on alchemical forging is exceedingly tedious. I can hardly speak their language as it is!"

His poor humors, exasperated by the lack of sleep and usual early morning grumpiness was soon relieved when Narith returned from the kitchen, announcing that breakfast would be ready soon. She set a tall glass of ice water on the table for Darcia, and one for Gracie too and then retreated, her heavenly naked thighs swaying behind her.

Naleth on the other hand emitted an audibly suctioning sound, announcing that she too was ready for her drink.

[Avena]

"You're the one who decided to take the work on, you should have known it would be difficult," she smiled leaning back in her chair a bit. "It is one reason I'd rather much study literature and history, I have much less translating to do."

[Raven]

Darcia closed his eyes and didn't speak for a moment. When he opened them again Naleth emerged from the table, wiping her mouth and holding back girlish giggles.

"Well..." he continued after a moment for composure. "That'll depend on whether or not someone translates historical texts for you."

He picked up his water glass, swiveling it around carelessly in preparation for a drink, which he took on the completion of his last sentence.

"And I doubt that you can read, write, or even speak archaic Elven."

[Avena]

"I cannot but I am friends with a few professors who do, and they have helped me greatly in my studies," she simply ran her finger over the rim of the glass,"I do hope to someday study that though and learn the language myself."

[Raven]

"Narna aza dukashae," he said dismissively, finishing his water glass even as his servant brought out the morning meal, seating herself at Darcia's side and narrowing her eyes a bit when she saw the look on Naleth's face. She jealously knew what happened. Darcia's hand on her thigh quelled her rebellious thoughts however, and she smiled faintly at her master, scooting her leg over and leaning into him.

Narna aza dukashae was an old elvish term, meaning 'those who seek knowledge seize it'. It was a proverb certainly, and one that many academics knew. If anything, Gracie would at least recognize it as Old Elvish from the 'shae' at the end, which was unknown in any other language as far as conjugations went, making it uniquely Old Elvish.

Darcia peppered and then took a bite of his eggs.

[Avena]

"Maybe you could teach me, huh? What do you think?" she picked up a sausage with her index finger and thumb taking a small bite.

[Raven]

"Perhaps I will. But if I miss my guess, or my calendar has lied to me then this is the day I had picked where we'd go to meet your mother. You've told me she's a historian, but that is indeed a broad set of individuals."

Darcia shoveled more eggs into his mouth, which he had to cover to stifle a yawn and perhaps prevent eggs from spilling out down his chin. Once he'd finished, and the crisis was averted, he continued.

"I suppose I shall need her good will to marry her daughter, mmm?"

[Avena]

Gracie's whole body stiffened as she thought of it, "Oh...right...I forgot," she sighed and took another bite of sausage, "I do need to pick up Vargas, I'm sure he's driven my mother crazy..."

[Raven]

"Vargas? Ah you're dog, is he not?"

The two dark elven slaves on either side of him emitted small shudders that they did their best to conceal in the guise of coughs or moderate choking upon eggs. A comforting hand rested on either of their legs, stroking them affectionately, reassuringly.

"I suppose I will need his approval then too, won't I? Many a dogs have I known be so over protective of their mistress that said mistresses' lover cannot get anywhere near the bed. Those dogs are usually of the brutish though incredibly small variety. Quite snappish as well."

[Avena]

"Vargas will approve you have no need to worry about that as long as you're willing to play a game of fetch every now and then."

[Raven]

"No doubt a lovable beast," said Darcia, taking the decanter from the middle of the table and pouring himself fresh water so that he may drink.

"Indeed..." he said, finding nothing else to say and having to fill the silence with one of his often used terms.

[Avena]

"He is you'll love him, I promise you," Gracie poked at her plate, "And...my sister may be there too...and I don't know what you'll think of her..."

[Raven]

"You don't? Then why don't you tell me what you think of her?"

Darcia pushed his plate away so that he could relax while he listened, his belly moderately full. The two slave girls around him perked up at the mention of a 'sister' and became all the more attentive.