Introducing: Allyndra, Mystic of Moonlight

The Mystic’s tent was something of a middle ground between many of the other tents in the bazaar. It sat tucked away just a bit from the main ‘road’ that emerged between the largest and most popular of the merchant stands, as if it was tucked into a little side street, just out of the way. It lacked many of the more ostentatious bells and whistles that adorned the nicest tents, while at the same time being a far cut above the more downtrodden merchants.

While the deep, forest green of the tent had none of the embellishments and lacy trim of the central tents, it was cut from a thick, smooth cloth which fell at firm angles with rounded edges. The sort of cloth one couldn’t just purchase at a corner store. While many of the other tents used a flurry of bright colors to try and catch the eye of passing tourists, Mistress Allyndra apparently needed only that rich, sober green.

“Good afternoon, misses!” the elf piped up as the pair of Bravos drew closer. Now that Liv heard it up close, it wasn’t as much that his voice was feminine, but rather the intonation. He might have sounded quite manly if he tried, though his nervous smile and wide, welcoming eyes seemed to have no idea. “Mistress Allyndra just finished her last appointment, so she could probably see you inside.”

“Oh, what perfect timing!” Emmaline said, then offered a small knowing smile to Liv.

“Right!” the elf chirped back. He ducked his head into the tent, then turned back to the two women, quickly eying the pair up and down. His gaze roamed over Liv in a quick manner that might have felt like a professional appraisal if it didn’t seem so rushed. When he turned to Emmaline, though, the young elf only got to her plump thighs before he froze like a deer staring down a hunter’s arrow. He blinked a few times, as if trying to restart some sort of faulty engine then managed to work his way up to her broad hips and that pitiful strip of cloth hiding only the barest stretch of skin around her naked sex before her froze again.

After a long moment, Liv cleared her throat.

“Erm, right!” the elf chirped. Almost more like a puppet than a person, he whirled on his feet and disappeared into the tent.

“Well he seems like a lot of fun,” Emmaline practically purred.

“Sure,” Liv said.

“Oh, don’t be jealous,” Emmaline turned to her now. One of her hands had come up to toy with the string of her bikini top, twirling and twisting it scandalously so that her shoulder was utterly bare, and the tiny triangle of cloth of her nipple tugged about teasingly.

Liv snapped her eyes back up to the other woman's face to fix her with the special scowl she had, at some point, started to reserve for occasions where Emmaline was being especially obnoxiously slutty. Now, a part of Liv was worried she’d overuse it and her face would wind up stuck like that.

“When it comes down to it… he’s all yours. Promise,” Emmaline said. She took a step forward, leaning just a bit too close to Liv, as if daring the sniper to take a step back. Liv didn’t move an inch. “You just have to let me know, and I’ll do whatever I can to help you out.”

“I--” Liv started, only to stop abruptly when the front flap of the tent whipped open and the young elf appeared in a flourish of green fabric.

“Mistress Allyndra would be happy to see you now!” he declared. “Please, if you would follow me.”

The elf stood there poised with one hand on his chest and the other raised to hold open the tent flap. With his buttoned up shirt and well fitted, dark pants, the pose made him look somewhere between a soldier and a bellhop.

“Adorable,” Emmaline said as she stepped past. Then she turned to Liv with a wink, “Just say the word!”

Liv sighed, but followed shortly after.

Inside, she was surprised to find a space quite a bit larger than the small tent might have suggested. Rather than the simple inside of a tent, the two women found themselves stepping into a room that was halfway between a storefront and a modest parlor. Artifacts and trinkets decorated the walls, from a variety of gemstones to old books to decorated playing cards. They were so thick on the walls that they became their own sort of decoration, laid so close together they might have been tiles. And, Liv noted, each one was complete with a little note card underneath, listing the item’s name, it’s supposed properties, and it’s price.

“We should keep Robin out of here,” Liv muttered absently. The girl would probably spend her whole purse if this place’s proprietress got a few minutes to sell her on all this nonsense.

A counter sat along the far wall, next to a ‘doorway’ with a forest green tent flap as it’s door while the rest of the room was occupied with three chairs and a small table between them, complete with a crystal ball in the center.

“This is nice,” Emmaline commented, tracing her fingers over one of the necklaces on display and the young man nodded in eager agreement. At his gesture, Emmaline seemed to lose interest entirely in the jewelry and turned to face the young elf with the same sultry appraisal. “What should we call you?”

“My name is--” the elf started.

“Cassio,” another voice cut him off. Dark, rich, and smokey without being particularly deep. Liv turned to see a tall, slender elven woman stepping through the green flap that led deeper into the enchanted tent. In one hand, she held a deck of cards, while the other’s tanned, slender fingers were wrapped around what looked to be some sort of wooden coin or medallion.

“And I am Mistress Allyndra,” the woman purred. Her eyes settled on each of them in turn, holding their gaze with an absolute confidence which made something deep in Liv’s core eager to meet it and see just how far that confidence went. She wore a long dress that draped over her body in lazy folds--only just short enough that they didn’t drag along the ground when she walked. As she moved, the elven woman almost seemed to float, with the illusion only ruined by the click of her heels against the floor and the jiggling of her ample cleavage with every step. Given the way her dress cut off to reveal a flat line of skin, all across her bare shoulders and the tops of her pushed together breasts, there was a lot of jiggling.

“It is quite the pleasure,” Allyndra said. She placed the deck of cards on the table and the warm caramel of her outstretched hand came to rest on the back of the seat in front of her. “And it shall be such a pleasure as well.”

“Did you see that?” Liv asked. “With your fortune telling or whatever.”

Allyndra answered her with a smile. “Perhaps.”

“Right.”

“Oh don’t be a spoil sport, Liv,” Emmaline said, nudging her in the ribs with an elbow. Then she turned to Allyndra and offered her a deep curtsy, one hand off to the side raising some imaginary skirt. “It is an honor to be in your humble presence.”

“You are most welcome here,” Allyndra answered, her purple lipstick curling in a slight smirk. “Please, join me at the table and tell me: what can I do for you?”

With that, she gestured to the chair in front of her and four translucent, glowing hands appeared from the air to grasp each of its legs. They lifted it just slightly off the ground, then wordlessly glided it out from the table for Allyndra to sit in before she gestured to each of the other chairs in turn to repeat the motion.

“Nice trick,” Liv muttered as she took her seat.