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Winielle Castus

Winelle is bouncy, curious and polite. Along with this is a side as dark as her hair.

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a character in “Zenith Empire”, as played by Muunchkin

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Winelle Castus is a curvy demoness with very high spirits. With fair skin and liquid gold eyes she views the world as a thing to be cherished and explored. Her hair is down to her waist and black as shadows. The locks often fall into her face but she rarely notices. On her head are the characteristic horns of a demon hugging the shape of her head, her hair often looping around them. The female wears a white and form fitting top of which the sleeves go down to her wrist and the body hugs her waist; the hugginess of it accentuates the size of her breasts. Along with this are black leather breaches lined with gold. Her usual attire is usually a very 'wedding-like' dress but she swapped it out for her current outfit so that she wouldn't stand out too much.

This female is bouncy, smiling, sometimes shy and open to new relationshsips and knowledge. When she isn't studying with Ithilwen, she escapes to the city streets to discover and absorb more about the colorful kingdom of Zenith. She also has a side that is eager for fun and new discoveries. Although these traits are nice to have, she is smart and listens attentively to advice and suggestions. When studying she can become just as absorbed as Ithilwen, barely taking a break until she has found what she's looking for.

Winielle is in Zenith on an apprenticeship with Ithilwen, her idol. Hailing from a totally differently realm, this whole world is new for her so she is especially giddy to be here. Her own realm, the one for demons, requires an incredibly high amount of magic to create a portal and travel to. Ever since she was a young demon, she had a strong affinity for White & Black magic, often accidentaly creating beatufil things from a combination of the two. So when she came of age and proper training of her own culture, her king, of whom she was under prior to the agreement between he and Ithilwen for her to come over, created a portal for her and granted her a pass back whenever she felt she had reaped the full benefits of her apprenticeship.

So begins...

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"Agh!!!" the cry bounced against the stone buildings lining the streets. On the ground, a light, pink-skinned child wrapped in flourescent robes to the point one could only see his eyes, whimpered and clung to his mother's hand, his eyes fearfully glued to his blood soaked leg. The being who was his mother was beige-skinned and stroking the hand of her young. Her eyes were green and wide, her own colorful robes covering everything but. Positioned on her knees she would jump whenever her child cried out, quickly speaking in a airy foreign tongue to the woman helping them.

Winielle winced when the child cried out, trying to soothe him with her silky voice "It's okay now!! The worst is over okay?" She said as she wiped her bloody hands on the cloth beside her. She had been happily enjoying her sight seeing when she heard the family shrilling in this here alley. When she came over it turned out that the boy had fallen during play time and had gotten a large shard of glass in his leg. The cut was deep and surprisingly not bleeding much but that glass had been lodged tight. Once her hands were clean, Winielle, on her knees beside the child's leg hovered her pale hands over his wound and mouthed a few words. Her golden irises reflected the sudden light that emitted from her hands, white-yellow and pulsing. The boy instantly soothed and she smiled to see so. Twitching her fingers and slowly moving her palms about the gash, she watched as it steadily closed up. "It'll be fine very soon, don't you worry." She flashes her fanged, smile at the mother who seemed to sigh happily, patting her son's hand.

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Winielle was focused, her eyes narrowed and the gold in her irises turned to a baked form instead. Wiggling her fingers a bit more she takes a breath and quietly closes her palms into fists. "There. Does that feel okay? The sting should go away in a little bit." She smiles looking from mother to child after sitting back on her heels.

The boy wiggled his toes, puffing through his nose. He then tears himself away from his brooding mother to touch where the gash once was. He then laughs and his eyes beam up at her, nodding quickly and speaking in that native language of his. Still laughing he stands up and begins to bounce around.
His mother had gasped and tried to keep hold of him when he pulled away, she wasn't used to such kindness and feared it would require payment. But when her boy began bounding about she could help but clap her hands together joyfully. She then turned to Winielle to thank her, grabbing her hands and shaking them vigorously "Okay! Okay..!! Okay!" Her eyes glassy.

Winielle smiles brightly from watching the child and then nodding quickly to the overjoyed parent. "Yes! Okay! He is okay!" She giggles. But as she watched he woman's face, she saw a shadow pass over it and her grip tightened. Winielle furrowed her brows "What's wrong?" She said softly. When prompted, the woman slowly pointed behind her.

Turning, the horned demoness fixed her narrowed gaze to the retreating reptile. There was no time to 'Ooo' and 'Ahhh' at his specie. She simply stood and huddled the woman behind her. If she was this afraid he must be bad news.

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Winielle tensed, her arm slightly huddling the woman closer to her as the being turned tail and fled. Her dark tresses spilled about her horns and into her face before she moved them. When she sensed he was long gone she relaxed and turned to the mother, who had somehow grabbed her son. A smile graced her rosy lips as she reached out to touch the woman's hand "I don't know who that was but I'm pretty sure we were all spooked. Do you know him?" She asked, gesturing to where the reptile had been and furrowing her brows. The woman shook her head and Winielle shrugged.

After spending a bit more time with her and her boy, Winielle left the two, everyone all smiles yet again. She told the woman to just call out for her if she was ever in danger again. Now she was traversing the streets again, waving to all who accepted her smiles and poking around anyone who would allow it. As she went about, she wonder who that being was. Maybe Ithilwen knew.

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Winielle was running a few errands for Ithilwen that day. She had been in many shops and was surprisingly learning many things about how the Court Mage opporated by completing the simple tasks for her. She had been slowly moving through the market place when she kept hearing snippets of conversation about a Frostarian and a giant Sakamander that breathed fire. It wasn't at the fore front if her mind until she kept hearing more and more of it. "Hm.." She mused.

After thanking the merchant for the pouch of magical goodies and paying him for them, she decided to follow a group of colorful Zenithians who were excitedly chatting about this stall made by two unlikely friends. Once she got the gist of where the location was she bounced along, wondering what could possibly be exciting so many people. When she reached the alcove she sighed to see the large crowd. But, using a bit of magical manipulation, she got herself to a nice spot for a spectator. Her golden eyes curiously looked about, her purchases stored in a satchel hanging across her body. When her eyes landed on Hakon, they narrowed and she tipped her head to the side. But she did not act, she simply decided to watch.

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Winielle watched the reptile show off his skill and craft. It was quite the show. She even found herself, Oooing, Aahing, smiling and applauding along with the others. When the being ate a fireball, explosions and all, she was genuinely impressed. Not that it took much for her. When he faded into his shop, her golden gaze followed him until he was out of sight.

As she stood and waited for the next show, her eyes slid over to the wall of the shed. Ooh. Oh my. Is he watching me? I thought only Ithilwen was that intrusive. Furrowing her brows she thought for a moment until she smiles and bounced on her toes. Taking a breath she closed her eyes for a just a moment before smiling lightly. There. I should be invisible to him now.

Hmph'ing with a fraction of satisfaction, she turned her attention to the tall and handsome male with an apron on. Her irises glimmered and along with a few other females in the crowd, there was a quiet but definite sigh. He must be one of those Frostarians.. She mused as he displayed his handy crossbow. It seemed very precise, but probably only to a seasoned weapons handler. She could tell he was one, he looked like the military type, or one who liked the sight of blood.

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Winielle was enjoying the show, it was quiet interesting what two minds could create. But after a while, she became bored of the weapons and merchandise drawl. She was a magic user, so these hands on things weren't of great interest to her. But. She decided to stay for a bit longer, especially since the lizard just dropped his invisibility. It was pretty with the sparkles and all, and interesting along with amusing to see the crowd gasp and whisper excitedly. But it wasn't so fantastic for her, as she could sense him. She wished she could see him like Ithilwen would've, with her arcane eye, but Winielle could only feel the magic.

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Before the sun fully set, when the sky was red with its rays, Winielle wiggled her way out of the crowd and civilians starting to head home. Holding onto her pouch of goodies, she takes a moment to look left and right, trying to remember the way back to the tower. Once she did remember, she began a nice stroll back to the location, eager to resume her studies. Perhaps she would purchase something to eat for her and her Mentor. She bounced at the thought, smiling to herself as she rounded a corner and vanished from view.

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Winielle was enjoying the midnight stroll back to Ithilwen's tower. There was a gentle bounce in her step and her raven black hair bounced around her waist and curled about her horns. Her mind was still pondering what she should put together to eat when she got back when she heard the sly voice behind her, emanating from the shadows along with a great many footsteps.

The pale female jumped a little, her skin crawling at the sound of the voice. Pausing her walk, she turns to look at the voice, her golden eyes shining. "Uh.. Good evening.." she said softly, a tickle feeling traveling up her back as she looked around, sensing more eyes were on her.

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Winielle's skin crawled whenever the being drew out his s's. Quietly and subtly licking her lips she finally landed a count on how many of these beasts were surrounding her. Gently, she rubbed her hands together before lacing the fingers. "I would ask you the same thing but.. You're not that pretty.." she smiled sheepishly, her eyes taking in his interesting specie.

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Winielle sighed and made a face. She knew every great city had its ups and downs but shehad been hoping to enjoy Zenith's ups for a lot longer. Clearing her throat, he places a hand on her chest, mewing quietly. "But.. but.. I just bought these stuff.. My master is expecting it.." she says quietly, her iridescent eyes glancing over to the shadows that were creeping closer to her.

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Winielle dropped the act and mocked the Croc's sigh, shrugging her shoulder at the one who growled behind her. "Well you guys are absolutely boring. Back home I would've been raped and pillaged by now. You're all paint and stuffing. I'll be on my way now." She humphs and turns to continue on her way, her dark tresses swirling and flowing after her as her feet gently swish against the stone pavement. Her eyes narrowed on one or two of the gang who would blocking her way and with a twirl of her finger she set their trousers ablaze. The fire wouldn't burn the skin, only make it uncomfortably warm, but the combustion would be enough to move them. And when they did in fact move, she continued strolling through, beginning to hum while daring the others to touch her with a passive glance.

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Winielle hummed and continued her walk, smiling to herself as she listened to the frantic cries of her would-be attackers. But, flowing into those cries were the heavy footfalls of the orc who had growled at her. She furrowed her brows, quietly applauding the beast for his bravery.

When he had tread far enough, Winielle turned and put some of her studies to good use. She quickly struck out her fist in the direction of the orc. Following her fist was an angled column that suddenly emerged from the stone street. The short, thin, and stone column pulled from its surroundings and proceeded to make an dip around where it formed. This formation headed straight for the orc's throat, blunt at the top until the female would put forward two fingers. Her index and her pointer. This movement caused the column to sharpen and extend until it gently prodded the skin of the being's neck. "I quite like the sight of blood so I wouldn't take another step." She smiles, shaking her head at him. "I told your master already. You're boring. So leave me alone and find someone more willing."

The setting changes from Streets and Alleys to Mage Tower

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"...And wham!" Winielle tosses her arm aside, her hair bouncing along with her and nudging a small mortatr and pestle with the movement. The thing starts to topple but is quietly fixed back onto the desk and moved farther back to avoid another push. Meanwhile ".. He just breaks off the top of the column, which I'm pretty sure scratched him because I had that thing poking against his neck. Unless he had really thick skin? More like a hide? Well he was an orc. They're bred ruggedly, more, live ruggedly right?" She asks while situating colorful containers of liquid, odd ingredients, and papers written in all manners of language.

Ithilwen nodds while summoning the mortar and pestle to her open palm. Once it was in her grasp, she swirled her finger in the contents while blinking slowly. "Yes. Orcs live by the pholosophy that only the strong may survive and the weak will perish. Physical incapability is heavily frowned upon so they train and build themselves ruthlessly." She answers her pupil's questions in her monotonous voice while 'gliding' over to her stores for a few more items.

"Right right.." She muses quietly, her eyes bronze with thought. Gently, she taps the bottom of the stack of papers against the desk, the force slowly aligning them with one another. Humming, she turns to look to the Triclops. "Master, Frostarians are those tall pale ones right?" She asks.

Ithilwen confirms yet again "Yes. Daunting in height, pale in pigment, bred for the cold, a thirst for battle, very intelligent, and own many secrets I have yet to know. You ask because you've seen them?" Her third eye glances over to the Demoness who talked far too much.

Winielle sighs girlishly and fiddles with the corners of the papers in her hand, a small smile on her lips. "I have.. He was tall and rugged and muscly.." Her finger trails down the center of a page as she recalls his facial features.

Ithilwen inwardly sighs and rolled her eyes, continuing to listen while crushing the herbs in the mortar.

"...And he seemed.. Kind. The curious type, you know? And he was a weapon smith. I don't know his name though. I wonder if the rest of them are like that." She looks up with a dreamy smile. Winielle was in her prime Demoness years. Demons lived for a fairly extended period of time so she had a ways to go before she was seasoned.

"Curb your enthusiam. From what I've studied they tend not to interbreed. It explains why all of them can be characterized by only a few physical features." Ithilwen gives Winielle a look with all of her eyes this time as she passes by her to the tower's library. "Then again, I still have much to learn about the specie so maybe a few of them are more open minded. It would not be surprising from the few at the embassy." She muses aloud, her voice, although keeping her same tone, projected from the library space.

Winielle tapped the papers against her lips, thoughtfully looking after her Master. "I wonder.. Where is the Embassy..?" She perks up a little, her eyes wide.

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"Uhuh.. Do you have anything to verify this.. study? Or title?" The Frostarian Receptionist who had welcomed Azazel and Hakon the night before had one brow raised at the raven-haired demoness who was requesting to 'study' her associates.

Winielle blushed and made a face, a little embarrassed to be questioned like this, an Embassy guard at her left shoulder, ready to drag her out. It was also disconcerting that she couldn't compell him to keep his distance from her. When she'd tried it, this detailed symbol on his shoulder had only let off a pink glow. Now she was playing with a lock of her hair, her golden eyes wide and shimmering as she tried to convince the woman of her reason for coming. "I promise you I am not some Zenithian Extremist here to blow up the building in order to get a message across. I've just been sent by Ithilwen to take some notes. For study. Learning purposes. I'm a pupil! You can even send this guy with me so that I won't do anything funny." She gestures to the male breathing over her shoulder.

The female furrows her brows at the idea of the demoness being some terrorist who was going to take out one of the support beams of the embassy. But, she eventually shrugged with a sigh. The girl was a magic user. With the guard at her side, he would cancel out anything she tried to do. "Fine. You get a one day pass for your studies along with a tour of the Embassy." She makes eye contact with the guard at her shoulder who nods in understanding of the silent message. She then winced as Winielle bounced, clapped and squealed in glee.

"Oh thank you thank you! I won't forget this! I'm Winielle!" She beams, her eyes bright and her hand outstretched.
The receptionist shakes the girl's hand with a bit of warmly placed exasperation. At the skin contact though a symbol on her own body glows and she is brief with the handshake. "Go before I change my mind." She nudges her chin to the door behind her, chuckling as the female bounds off, a grumbling guard in tow.

Winielle is barely past the desk before she started chattering to her new guide, explaining how nice the building is, how excited she was to be able to observe such a large number of Frostarians, and commentating aloud how big everything is and how small it made her feel. She is oblivious to his quiet groans and eyerolls, seeming not to notice how he never really replied to her as they began to walk the halls.

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"The mess. Despite the name the food is carefully prepared by hand." The guide sighs out, opening the door for Winielle as she Ooo'd and moved to stand just inside the hall.

Her eyes were a warm gold now as she took in all the Frostarians in one area. The air felt.. muted and.. sticky. Maybe because their wards are draining the natural magic out of the air... Interesting. She flexed her fingers to resist the blanketing as much as possible, taking in the information while making the first few steps into the hall. The already unusually low hum that moved around the room died down even further as she entered. All eyes turned to her, pale faces curious and skeptical. Not oblivious to the hush, Winielle boldly stands at the head of the hall and meets each one of the eyes that come her way. Her hands fold in front of her and her chin raises a little. As she does this, she's taking the time to examine the similarities and differences in physical character. It was mesmerizing. Eventually, her guide huffed and moved away from her to head over to the food line, but not before placing a naturally heavy hand on her shoulder. At his touch, Winielle started a bit and turned to look at him. When she did, the buzz that was in the room before she entered, gradually started up again. Oh. She thought. It must've been to let them know I'm with him.

Once the tense moment lifted, Winielle breathes and slowly follows behind her guide, not knowing where else to go. As she walks, her eyes search the room until she, much to her surprise, finds what she's looking for. Her eyes brighten as she examines the Frostarian from yesterday's ware show. Still tall, pale and oh so handsome.. And hanging with that firebreathing dinosaur. Visibly she bounces on her toes before blinking and looking away a bit quickly. Her eyes were on the pair for much too long. Thinking, she strikes up a one sided conversation with her guard, oblivious to his cringe.

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Winielle quietly watched her guide fill his tray with foreign but mouth-watering food. A least, it looked and smelled delicious. She scoot closer, her breasts brushing against his arm as she somewhat leaned over his food. "When you eat them can you tell me what each one tastes like?" She asks before looking up at him with a smile.

He complies with a grumble while moving his tray from under her nose. "I'm going to go sit over there." He points to a table dotted with a few males and females who were whispering in Winielle's direction. "You can come along if you want but if not I would suggest sitting quickly. People tend to stare." He gives her the rundown before strolling away.
Winielle listens while never breaking eye contact with the members of the table who tried to stare her down. When her guide walked off she stepped toward him, breath gathered to speak. Ultimately she sighs and steps back again. I don't want to embarrass him in front of his friends. She runs her fingers through the lower ends of her hair. After a few moments of thinking she turns and makes her way over to the table with Hakon & Azazel. When she sits, she immediately starts talking, but quietly. "I'm sorry..! I know you don't know me or anything like that but there was no where else to sit without it being incredibly uncomfortable." The golden eyed female is sheepish as she looks from one to the other. Pausing she breathes and calms herself "I recognized you two from the show yesterday. With the fireball and the cross bow." She folds her hands in her lap, smiling and leaning closer to the pair as she mentions the show, hoping they would remember. While leaning closer her eyes search the air around Hakon, sparking with interest.

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Winielle blinks at the short introductions from the two. At the tip of Hakon's hat she gives a light nod and a bit of a smile. She then slumps in her seat a little as the endless possibilities for them to strike up a conversation were crushed. Well. This is boring. She muses in her thoughts, her gaze drifting over to other tables, her head tipping and he brain clicking as she took in observations.

After a few moments she turns back to Azazel and Hakon, quietly popping her lips before drumming her soft and pale fingers on the table. "Well.. uhm.. My name's Winielle.." she offers a conversation, her voice sounding a bit hopeful.

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The comment made the demoness sit up a little straighter, her eyes quickly taking in Azazel. At his question her cheeks colored ever so slightly but when she opened her mouth to reply, she instead had to listen to the lizard do so. When he was done, she smiled and nodded a bit. "I would like to think I do. I'm Ithilwen's pupil. So I'll be studying under her for a while." She smiles gently toward the two. "But.. Oh! I did not follow you here.." she gestures to the two while laughing a bit, her eyes straying left for a brief moment. "I am here to study! This is the largest amount of Frostarians in one place that I have ever seen. And it's the largest amount that Ithilwen's ever seen since the Cold War. So!" She beams and examines Azazel's face "...She told me to come observe how you all function together since Frostaria is, currently, a far-away dream." Her forearms are resting on the table and she plays with her fingers as she talks, sometimes catching a lock of her hair to twirl around a digit.

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When Azazel reveals how he feels about Winielle's willing observation of his peoples, directed by her own teacher, her face falls and she shakes her head slightly in disagreement. No.. no.. it's not that way at all. We simply want to understand more about such an interesting and secretive race.. Her eyes bronze over during her thought as the conversation is switched to Hakon.

Blinking, her eyes clear and she smiles at the reptile. The golden circles stray to his horns as she lets out a soft sound of interest. His horns were.. beautiful. And she told him so. It was the first thing that came out of her mouth when he took off his hat. A short silence followed it while she focused on his eyes again "So Hakon? Paleflame. I see. I wish I could tell you all the ins and outs of Zenith but I'm pretty new myself.." she chuckles sheepishly "..I don't have much time to explore since I'm studying up at the Mage Tower but the bits I have to myself, I spend learning the city.

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As the two spoke, Winielle listened to whoever had the podium, absorbing their information and keeping it in mind. When they offered up their knowledge of their homelands and what they knew of Zenith, she beamed and clapped gently, her breasts bouncing slightly. "That's so kind!" Her eyes sparkled as she looked from one being to the other.

Then, focusing on the task at hand, she drops her palms to the table and leans a little closer towards Hakon, her eyes bronzing over. "I would ask you questions about you and your homeland but I'm sure my master would like to hear the answers first hand." She says with interest lacing her words while her eyes gaze at the air around him as if someone was breathing over his shoulder. She then promptly sits up, moving her hands about and squinting her eyes some "You have this whole.. aura about you. It's so.. intriguing. I saw it from across the room and I could see when you tried to suppress it. But there's a lot there." She finishes, sighing happily and lowering her hands as she watched his magical aura. "Can you see mine?" She asks while bouncing gently "I'm actually surprised all the nearby wards aren't glowing right now from how strong it is.." she hums in thought, her words clearly heard. Her gaze shifts to Azazel as she nibbles her full lower lip "How do those things work? Frostarians seem to cover themselves with it, even going so far as tattoos. Is there a history there? A bad war?" Her forearms are laid on the table after her pale fingers push a few locks of black hair from her face.

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As Azazel explained how the ward of his people worked, Winielle listened intently with her bright eyes. She nodded every now and then, tipping her head when she was looking deeper into his words. When he called to his friend Chakel, the four eyed cutie, she leaned to get a good look at him. Yes.. Cute indeed. The ponytail piqued her interests. He went on to explain the history and how the wards were recieved. In the end, her brows furrowed at Azazel's comment on Magic Users but she was still full of new knowledge. It made her tickle and feel fresh. So she smiled at the burly and handsome Northerner. "Thank you." The two words had two destinations. One for the comment and one for the information.

Then it was Hakon's turn to talk and Winielle gave him as much attention as the others. She nodded and listened, her eyes watching him as if he were a movie. When he commented on how she wasn't affected by the wards draining the magic, she simply gave a humble smile, her cheeks a light pink. In the end she breathed and clenched her fist "That is so.. Innovative..! To not have magic for so long but to challenge yourself to learn so much. I respect that Hakon and I would like to learn more. Magic isn't my only interest." She gives a light laugh, genuinely interested in his inventions. Wow. He's practically a Cave-man turned Einstein when it comes to magic. Ithilwen was currently teaching her about largely interesting humans from the eras before the Great Destruction.

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Winielle smiles and nods as Hakon speaks, taking in and assessing his features. When he finished she bounced "That's great! I'm sure she'll be pleased to have something new to study!" She beams. "And I'll be sure to find you when I have off time from my own studying." She lowers her voice, as if it was a secret meeting. Then, sitting up, she sighs happily. "This is so very nice. I feel so.. enlightened! And.. excited..! I think Ithilwen will be more than interested to hear what I've learned." She hums, as happy as a student who receives a gold star.

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Winielle tips her head, watching Hakon. When he finally retrieves his rings she scoots forward, her bosoms resting on the table a bit as she eagerly looked forward, her eyes shimmering. Her eyes watch him cut open his hand and they follow his blood as it cleanly falls into the collector under the gem. "Ooohh.." she coos once the gem starts glowing faintly.

Her hand shoots up at his prompt and bouncing gently she swipes it across the sharp point of her horn. The female nibbles her lower lip while bringing her palm back down to eye level. "I don't have a lot of nail." She smiles sheepishly after giving the two a glance. Then, lifting her other hand she hovers it over the pool of blood that was slowly growing in her hand. Making a pinching motion, a decent drop of blood moves come up with the motion and stays with her as she gently drops it into his ring. Once it was in, she licks her cut while watching Halon, waiting for him to activate the two items.

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When the Southerner had finished enchanting the rings, Winielle watching closely, she had taken hers and had been turning it over in her fingers. When Hakon told her the window was only a minute she quickly slipped it onto her right ring finger. The change was small and barely felt but the demoness furrowed her eyesbrows curiously at the piece of jewelry once it was on her finger and had changed to fit her. Then, she looked up at the Salamander and Ooo'd. "Well that's pretty nifty! This could come in real handy.." For good and bad..

Now Winielle was gently touching at her new item, trying to figure it out without shorting out the magic that made its function possible. "Hey maybe you could present these to your King.. Or one of the guard towers. I think they would really like this. They would probably pay you a lot of money to work with you and figure it out more, maybe change it into different types of Jewelry.." She said softly. Winielle was talking to Hakon but it was almost like she wasn't since she was so trained on her ring, her eyes liquid gold as she played at it. "I've never been a tinkerer.. Ever since I showed my potential for magic it's all I've been shaped for. But I think I could really like this stuff! I'm excited to see your shop!" She smiled, looking up at him now, her eyes examining every part of him.

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Winielle listened to them both, tipping her head as they both assumed she was a noodle-armed Mage who relied only on her intelligence in magic. Maybe her physical image contributed to the short conclusion that they came to. When they were done speaking, she cleared her throat, her eyes bronzed over with offense. "Well, boys. I know I may be beautiful and fair skinned but.. I can assure you that I have very little to learn from you.. On the grounds of physical and mental capability. Us demons, from the official realm, are very resilient." Winielle stands, her black tresses pooling in circles on the table top as she moved away from the object itself.

A little bit away, her escort was beckoning her over.

"I hope to find you two again soon. And I'll also relay all this new information to my master. I'm sure she'll be eager to hear more." She smiles, a white and gently fanged smile. After a moment's pause, she starts away but stops. "Oh." She bounces and turns to the Reptile. The demoness takes her own finger and gently pulls off her ring, watching the dull red glow around him fade. "I don't need this. I can find you on my own." She smiles a bit icily as she places the object on the table. Once placed she turned and waltzed off.

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