SaDiablo Hall, Dhemlan, Kaeleer, Saturday Evening (Fandom Time)

[glacial_witch]

The first week Karla, Warren, and Raven had been back, they had been granted a leave on lessons. After all, Warren and Raven had just graduated from high school and that was an accomplishment of some note. Even Lucivar had announced his morning exercises for the week were voluntary only, making the three of them (okay, Raven and Warren) immediately

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[hells_highlord]

"Last time, we went over how to handle things if your Lady wishes more from you than you feel capable of giving at the time," Saetan said, sitting in a comfortable chair in his study, rather than in his usual position behind his large, blackwood desk. The boyos were arranged in a circle of chairs around him; deep, comfortable chairs, save for Warren's, which was a variation of the kind of furniture found in Eyrien homes, comfortable for people with wings. There were plates of Mrs. Beale's nutcakes along with pots of tea and coffee and Saetan's own bottle of yarbarah. Yes, he was teaching these lads, but these were not the kind of lessons where one could act the professor. For them to learn what they needed to know, for them to discuss topics freely and honestly, the atmosphere needed to be one of comfort and trust

[not_a_parakeet]

Warren... didn't really have any questions, no. It wasn't that he was cocky, per se. Just... he'd had plenty of time to get to know what worked for himself and for Karla. What worked, what didn't work, what they'd been meaning to try and just hadn't gotten to, yet.

He wasn't quite smirking as he leaned back in his seat, nibbling at a nutcake. But it was kind of a near thing. He was sort of curious to see what the other boyos would ask, or suggest, what would be made of any of this particular sort of discussion.

Lessons on being lovers. The last time he'd had something like this, it was a sex ed class back when he was still fairly mortified to have to find something that could be used as a toy for Show and Tell in class.

... He probably still had that body paint somewhere. Had he gone with the body paint, or did he end up chickening out and going with feathers? God, it had been forever ago.

[theboyos]

Khary elbowed Warren from three chairs away. Hey, sometimes having Craft was useful, okay? Like...all the time. "Nobody likes smugness, Warren," he muttered.

[theboyos]

Which got an answering elbow from Chaosti, newly returned from Dea al Mon now that Jaenelle's eyebrows had mostly grown back in and he was safe from getting shaved in his sleep. "Keep that in mind next time you want to offer Jaenelle a razor, huh?"

[glacial_witch]

The ladies had retired to the affectionately titled 'rumpus room' after a dancing lesson with Prince Ranier. Nharkhava's midsummer festival was coming up and so they were all learning a few of the traditional dances. One of those traditional dances was of the sort only practiced when the boyos were not sharing classes with them and was the subject of much covert gossip and giggling.

Right now, they were still gossiping, though the subject had changed slightly. With Morghann's Virgin Night looming ever-closer and Karla the only one who'd had hers yet (by tacit agreement, Jaenelle's wasn't discussed), the two of them were alternately fielding questions and indulging in blatant speculation.

Karla was right in the middle of a wonderful little story that Warren would probably prefer not to have shared with all and sundry when Aaron knocked on the door. All noise within the room ceased abruptly, until Jaenelle finally called, "Come in."

[not_a_parakeet]

Warren hesitated for a moment himself. The wait before anyone had spoken up from the other side of that door had been a bit on the agonizing side, and now that they finally had the all-clear to open the door, Warren was finding that he'd really rather be any place than where he was just then.

Which was exactly why he was making himself turn the damn doorknob, stepping inside the room with his wings slightly spread, enough to keep the faces of the other boys just obscured enough to be intriguing, before revealing the lot of them with a low, well-practised bow.

Karla knew the one.

"Ladies."

[glacial_witch]

There was more silence after that. Only instead of 'hush, be quiet, they'll hear!' silence, it was very much of the, 'Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful' variety. Karla couldn't tell if the other girls were making the same face she was--she was far too busy gaping at Warren to check.

A quick glance at the other males showed that they were similarly painted, but...Warren.

Wow.

[changeable_eyes]

Jaenelle looked around at her similarly star-struck friends and suppressed a grin. Once more, it seemed to be up to her. She rose, and nodded slightly in return. "Gentlemen," she said, unable to keep the amusement from her voice. "We'd love for you to join us. Please, come in?"