Curiosity.

The wide brown eyes fixed upon the fairy held an almost wondrous interest. Kylia seemed to have forgotten the inadvertent molestation, if only for a moment, as she beheld the creature of the fae sitting upon her leg. Xalendra, still mortified, hoped the whole scene could just be forgotten forever.

“I...” Kylia began, “have always wanted to see a fairy...”

Xalendra realized her mouth hang open, and she snapped it shut, clearing her throat and swallowing before speaking again. “What kind of fairy does... that?” she said, leaning back upon her heels.

“A fairy of love, Master,” Viri responded with an airy trill, smiling wide at the princess. “Viri is skilled in the art of love, as Old Master knew well. Does New Master wish to see Viri's demonstration?” The fae's bright green eyes looked up expectantly.

Kylia hadn't moved an inch, her legs still spread a bit too much for propriety, and her eyes examining Viri with blatant awe. “Love?” Her eyes turned to Xalendra. “M'lady... you are the Mistress of a Fairy of Love?”

“No!” she cried quietly. “I- I mean... not until moments ago, I suppose—but I know no such things as this creature speaks, much less what it does!”

“Viri will teach you!” it sang.

Kylia's curiosity did not fade. “Of magic?” she asked. The fae's head of green locks bounced in a nod, and the handmaiden looked to Xalendra for approval.

Xalendra was suspicious of this fairy's magic. It was a rare chance indeed, to discover things of myth and legend, however there were surely dangers as well. Would she take Viri up on such an offer? What did that entail? If it was more of... what just occured... she wasn't sure if she would be better off insisting this night never happened, and tell the fairy to leave.