<1> "Oh no you are NOT! You are simply asking for trouble should you set one hoof out of this house in... whatever that is!" "They are Vestments of Sands Shifting, or... whatever!" the younger female draenei retorted defiantly as her arms crossed over her wobbling chest. "They are considered quite stylish among younger humans!" The elder male draenei furrowed his brow angrily. "Any passerby can practically see... everything! Do you have no shame? No modesty?" He was not wrong. The vibrant, violet-colored dress was strikingly beautiful -a vibrant color to add a mildly different hue to her naturally baby blue skin- but the straps from the shoulders to her waist barely held her ample breasts in place, let alone hid the entirety of her dark nipples. A swift breeze would just as easily have flashed her nether bits to anyone within six feet of the stylish, open seams at her hips, though this was only assuming she had neglected undergarments that evening... which, the chill in the room signaled she clearly had. The persistent mage brushed a few dark strands of hair from her face, though it had been styled to nearly cover the entirety of her right eye. "I am plenty modest! Besides, Luuria will be there with me. It will be fine!" "I forbid it, Vinnia! No daughter of mine shall flaunt herself so freely about other boys!" he announced dramatically, finger pointed in the air and all. Perhaps to a younger child he would have seemed significantly more menacing, but the defiant mage was too old to bow to such bluster. Vinnia simply laughed and turned her nose up in defiance, the gesture causing her long hair to swish much like a horse's tail might swat a fly. "You know as well as I do that mother would have agreed with me... Oronir," she shot back with a smirk. Her father despised it when she called him by name, not to mention even speaking of her late mother. The dark-skinned male looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel, and with a roar of frustration he threw his hands in the air and turned away. "Do as you please! But do not cry to me when evil rears its head!" Vinnia continued to smirk until he left the room. The rebellious draenei took a brief moment to straighten her dress before turning to regard the other male in the room, though he'd remained silent throughout the exchange. "See? Stand one's ground and he melts." "You should treat father with at least a little more respect," he returned dryly as he turned the page in his book. His glowing blue eyes peered over its edge to regard her with a half-frown. "He is not out to ruin you, you know." Vinnia scoffed. "He just doesn't understand me." "You are simply terrible at hiding your handiwork," he quickly shot back, one hand absently running over one of the thick tentacles beneath his chin that hung halfway down his chest. "My wild years were kept much more secretive. You simply blurt your intentions and expect him to settle." "I am not fond of hiding," she remarked a bit more gently before taking a seat next to him. "I disagree. You tell half-truths just to bait him into an argument. I bet he has no clue what sort of herbs or libations shall be present," he added and put down his book to stare at her blankly. "Ugh... you're impossible, Artaan." Her head shook helplessly as she placed a slender hand on his bulky shoulder. "Do me a favor and let me know how father is tomorrow before my return, hmm? Maybe I can make him explode by not coming home tonight." Artaan sighed wearily. "You seem to forget who the elder sibling is... but if that is what you wish, fine. I will send you a hologram near morning. Just... do be careful, alright? And my line is open should you actually need something." Vinnia smiled a bit wider and gently pecked her older brother on the forehead, while the four thin tentacles beneath her chin reassuringly reached out to softly caress his cheeks. "Fine, daaaad. Whatever you say." With a swish of her pale blue tail she was gone, leaving the Azuremyst Isle significantly quieter than it had been before. Artaan attempted to read further, but simply closed his book with a frustrated look. Twenty years was very, very little for a draenei, and even by human standards it was borderline for her to be partaking in certain vices that she most surely had her tentacles in. Sure, he had done similar in his earliest twenties, but he knew better than to overtly oppose his headstrong sister. Twenty-six was hardly old for him either, but he'd been fortunate enough to have a more stable head on his shoulders during his own experimentations. He had seen bits and pieces of Kalimdor during a few excursions in an effort to assist in some of the Teldrassil evacuation, though he often returned home for Vinnia's sake more than anything. The fire mage was a free spirit who had grown a sour opinion of her overbearing father. Oronir had had a much easier time raising the obedient Artaan, but Vinnia was a different deal entirely. Thoughts of his sister continued to occupy his mind for a good while that evening, until finally he retired to his room and latched the door behind him. The toned, hair-ridden hunter laid himself down to stare blankly at the ceiling as the night began to pass. As much as he trusted his sister, something in the back of his mind would not let the thoughts of concern rest. This was not the first time she had left home to go do something she clearly shouldn't have been doing. One hour, two, three passed, and soon Artaan began to think his concern was perhaps a bit misplaced... ... until a faint chime echoed forth from his crystal communicator at his bedside.