Assassin who thinks of their job as a great way to meet new people.
"Eloooraaaaaaaaaa!"
Elora perked her head up, interrupted in her gardening by the intrusion.
"Yeah?" She called out, unsure where Devaedra was.
The assassin dropped onto her back, and she let out a tiny shriek of surprise.
"We have a job!" The elf said, patting her on the side to calm her down.
"Oh, I'll get my gear ready and-"
"We're going to a ball!"
The centaur blinked.
"...A ball?"
"Yeah, I have to go kill a lady and my invitation comes with a plus one."
"Wh- I can't-" Elora stammered.
"Relax, only I have a job. You don't have to help kill her." Devaedra said. "You just get to enjoy the ball!"
"What am I going to do at a ball?"
The elf shrugged.
"Dance? Mingle? Ball things. It's fun, it's like the second-best kind of assassin gig."
"I can't dance, Devaedra!" Elora whined, pulling the sides over her sun hat down over her ears in embarrassment.
"Sure you can! I'll dance with you."
"I am a horse, Devaedra!"
"Centaurs don't dance?"
"Not really!"
"Well then who am I supposed to dance with?" Devaedra moped, hugging the centaur and making her heart race.
Elora wasn't really sure where she stood with Devaedra. She was nice to her, but she was nice to everyone, and a lot of the time that was just to get you to let your guard down so she could kill you.
She... didn't think Devaedra planned to kill her. That would be silly, and also she could have done it already.
She just didn't know what she did think Devaedra had planned for her. She was a middling druid who didn't particularly enjoy adventure, she wasn't half as interesting as any of the assassin's other friends.
Devaedra yawned.
"Whatever, we can just raid the buffet. Maybe get drunk on fancy wine." She said lazily. "You mind if I conk out for a while here? I was busy all night, and your garden is always so relaxing."
"Oh, no problem!"
She had expected the elf to... move? Rest in the shade of a tree, or something.
Instead she started gently snoring, arms still wrapped around Elora's torso.
The centaur fidgeted nervously, not wanting to risk Devaedra falling off if she moved. Slowly, carefully, she lowered herself to the ground and decided to just wait for her to wake up from her nap.
Maybe by the time she did she'd think of something to wear.
