A yelp follows, and I bounce through the doorframe. Rose's hands are already full of Einervaene's clothed breasts. She tidies up Einervaene's outfit, interrupting what the human woman was already trying to do. Rose-sweerui's sly grin grows, her dominance over the poor girl sounding off with each tweak of the pleasure mound tips. Looking away, I cough.

The noise dies off, Rose-sweerui's giggling stopping the silence as she looks through the piles for today's outfit. Copper hair comes into view, a milk-skinned body walking to a full-claim position. I guess Einervaene wants me to see what she chose to wear. Of course, as we predicted, there's nothing on her legs at all, nothing for her thighs either and it's an issue going up to her hips.

Guess that explains the loincloth-like thing she's chosen to use. Other than that, it's all fairly modest by Rose-sweerui's standards. The fluffy sleeves make me believe it's a cold weather kit. Though I am quite liking the metal bits on the outside, they're so well-woven on that I can imagine a fair few artisans turning down the task of working on it. Scarily complicated, all these patterns and chains and decorative nails.

The signs of it being intended for Rose, though, are all there. Exposing Einervaene's tummy for all to see is a knowingly too-short mini-corset not reaching far enough at all. Her top even has a wide open gap for the underside of her breasts to droop out of. The top's tightness practically squeezing them out. Maybe Einervaene should avoid jumping...

For the sake of her embarrassment not burning her up like the water did.

Colours are simple and I have a feeling she's chosen her main one for how stark its contrast is to her prior filth. Pure white, not a stain affecting it in sight, edged by strips of rose red. The metal isn't much off colour either, being such a pale silver it's almost diamond clear. Maybe it's platinum, even?

Guess it doesn't matter, it's a fine polish either way. Though, I do have to wonder about these fine carvings on the metal. At anything other than an intimate distance, they're hard to make out with so little shadow catching on them. Looks like a mixture of symbols of Undwotian and Motrtharian symbols.

God of Friendship and Goddess of Mothers and Love seems to be their intention.

"White and red? I like it. Highlights your best parts." I remark, finally. Her skin and hair coming to mind most clearly for me. A hidden smile messes up my face while she looks away, a hand covering her mouth as her cheeks boil.

A hand adjusts some of the spots with a clear snap of elastic.

"It's not too tight, though, is it?" I ask, noting how much she is doing it.

"No! It's fine... Yes, fine." she blurts out, laughing nervously at the sudden rise in her tone. Rose-sweerui leaps onto me and sprawls herself out, bra'd-up chest pushing to my mask.

"My love, what about me?" Rose lets out, her confident tone not doing a good job of hiding her jealousy. Picking up on this, my mask aids me in the growing of a sinister smirk as I think about messing with her. Shrugging and making an 'eh,' I start to move her off. Keeping my attention on Einervaene, I note how the human shirks at the unseen terror.

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Getting in Rose-sweerui's way, I start to laugh, making her quickly aware of what I am doing. Either way, she stabs her points aggressively, her face pouting. Rose-sweerui truly is so sweet right now with how green she is. And I'm not about the subtle green tone of her skin.

"Calm down, I'm just teasing." I say, getting further in the way of the vicious aelenvari. She takes a moment to properly process the statement. She comes around and backs away with crossed arms, a glare maintained solely at me.

"Don't ever do that again!" she hisses at me, her tongue dripping with the toxicity of raw wild plants. She abruptly latches onto me, her noises pathetic and mewling. Her grip wraps around me and it tightens.

"Sorry, Rose-sweerui, I won't do it again." I sigh out, more so in my head. Was only joking... Hopefully putting a bunch of emphasis on that honorific she likes will make her calm down more. She seems to take it well and her grip loosens, a small smile on her lips.

I guess this is that firm reminder I need to iron things out clearly with Rose. More and more issues and circumstances like this one will pop up otherwise. This isn't the first time Rose has been blinded by anger at something that can be easily explained. Just like with what happened to Dandelion...

Shaking my head, I head to the door, the two girls following after me. A quiet settles in and I can feel the discomfort it must be emitting. Einervaene picks up the pace until she is at my side. Rose emulates her, only tightly gripping my side as well.

"Wh-Where are we going?" Einervaene asks, her eyes not daring to go beyond my front.

"Something to eat. It's morning and we're all dressed." I answer and Rose-sweerui yanks me to a halt. Einervaene takes a few further steps forward and Rose throws my cloak overhead.

Agitation flares up in my chitters.

"What about...?" Rose whispers cautiously, her hand rubbing the edge of my mask. My mood cools dramatically.

"I'll set aside a plate or something for later. Having my food packed up so I can eat in private shouldn't be a problem." I whisper back, and she puts my cloak back into order. My mind lingers on our shared worries and I focus on my stomach. I'm not really hungry, but keeping up with this behaviour can't be good. I should at least try to snack on something.

"My love, what do humans often eat at this time?" Rose-sweerui asks, pulling our minds away from what just happened. I eye the well-decorated hallway, not too sure how to answer the question. Breakfast is such a circumstantial thing, it's not really set in stone. I can't even imagine it's much different to what Rose-sweerui might already be accustomed to.

"I wouldn't mind something freshly picked or slaughtered... I've only had that which has grown stale with exposure for months now." Einervaene answers quietly and I nod at the want. Not quite the same situation, but I am familiar with being last in line at the very busy public cafeterias.

"Understandable on your part, Einervaene. But, Rose-sweerui, why the concern? Not going to like what Brewbrt has to offer or something?" I ask the aelenvari, and she shakes her head firmly.

"No, no, of course not! He's a human-petal. How could I possibly not like what he will have on offer? I've... I've just never eaten outside of my flower before. So, I was hoping, my love, you might know a little more. Given how you are one of the very best your kind has to offer," Rose explains, and I laugh on the inside. Einervaene's confused noises bring it to a halt, making my core hurt.

Thankfully, she asks no questions...

"Can't really help you much here. Honestly, I enjoy the idea of the surprise." I tell her, shrugging, as I can't really get my brain off of my paranoia. It's too consuming. Right down to the gnawed bone of it.

"Why not? Shouldn't you quite clearly understand this, my precious love?" Rose-sweerui questions, her face comfortably settling in with its new baffled style. A gentle sigh leaves me as I cling my thoughts onto the present conversation. It's going to be another one of those topics, perfect. Annoying power, thank you very much!