Lolthario sat at his writing desk, yes his, not one from Druid or Chryrie, but something that belonged completely to him, with his primer and first spell book. He was slowly transcribing a cantrip onto a scroll to make room in his book. It's been three days since the old man let him at his books! The quill in his hand tap taps on the ink before large sweeping strokes fill the page, focusing completely on the right words required. Unlike his tome, the scroll couldn't have notes all over the margins, unfortunately. He did love his footnotes, the way they help him put the different somatic elements into perspective. He shifts in his seat for comfort and to adjust the collar of his shirt, catching sight of himself in the small hinged mirror on the desk. Another of his personal affects.

An Elvish design and one of the few things he saved from his mother, the mirror while ornate with its leaf patterns and natural symmetry, seemed right at home on his desk next to the spell tome and scrollwork. With it angled upward, Lolthario looks at his reflection and sees both his late parents in his facial features. Often he wonders what they'd make of his situation, or if they were looking on from some plane he can't yet visit.

Gently clearing his throat, the boy begins to go through his vocalizing as he'd been shown by Wyheree, but using the inflections taught to him by Chryrie. Watching the curve of his lips as he makes the right shape in the mirror. He does this for a handful of minutes before returning to the scroll on the desk, lest the residual magic fade and he has to start all over. The presence of the old man is gone from the back of his head, hard to tell where the spirit went when Lolthario needed to study, however it was nice to have the personal space back. He puts the final stroke on the end verse, then takes up a bit of sand to dry the ink, lightly blowing across it when a knock comes lightly at his door. Only one person knocks before coming into his room, and it puts a smile on his features.

The quill is put back, then he rises like a boneless puppet and moves to open the door. He knows better than to keep this visitor waiting. The only one he gets is Lady Chryrie. Opening the door, he gives her a broad, if boy-ish, grin. "Hello Chryrie." All that red hair is a disheveled mess of careless youth the way it falls around his shoulders. The changes when either spirit is at the helm in the physical presence is the most telling difference.

"Hello Lolthario. May I come in?" She gives him a broad smile. "I didn't want to interrupt if you're too terribly busy."

"Never too busy to deny you." He replies with a light coloring to his features and steps aside to let her in. While his personal attire is rumpled and a mess, the room is meticulously clean. Everything a place and a place for everything.

"You're too sweet." She chuckles as she steps inside his room. She barely looks it over before looking to him. She can't help herself. She reaches up to smooth down his hair with her fingertips. "I wanted to congratulate you on doing so well with your lessons. You're developing your skills very well."

"I...thank you, Chryrie. You're a very good teacher. I'm glad you were able to get Druid to let me learn from you. I see why he loves you so much." His cheeks color as she fusses over him but he stands still to let her do it. "I hope to keep improving."

"Oh I'm sure you will. I could help that along, and possibly help you develop other skills..." She pauses as she seems to think that over for a bit. "Although, you might not wish to do it. I wouldn't blame you, I suppose..."

Well that sounded, cryptic. He blinks a little bit at her and tilts his head to the side. "Don't you have to tell me first, so I can decide if I might or might not?" The boy really could be quite sharp at times and this is one of them as he blinks again and reaches up to scratch the back of his head.

She taps her upper lip with a finger and tilts her gaze so she's looking at him sidelong. Then her finger drops to curl under her chin. "Well, it's just that I'm so fond of you. I'd love if you were to become one of my personal acolytes." She places her hand on his arm. "It wouldn't interfere with you helping Druid. If anything, it would help. You'd have pretty much instant access to me if you ever needed me..."

"Would I be able to talk to you long distance as you do with Druid" When I'm...riding passenger, I mean." That's what he's come to call it. Riding passenger when the Other is controlling his body. There were times when he's going over his studies in his...headspace, that it'd be nice to ask her questions. "Would it interfere with my studies with you? I don't want to irritate you with a thousand questions."

"You could talk with me as much as you like, from as far away as another realm. Even when riding passenger." She smiles. "And no, it wouldn't interfere with your studies. As I said, I could actually help you even more." Then she preens his hair a bit more. "And you could never irritate me, m'dear. I find you delightful company."

"You're too kind..." if there is such a thing. He bites the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. This is normally a situation where Druid would be whispering Question all the things in the back of his mind. Standing up nice and tall, though it's not much of a difference since he doesn't slouch, he says, "I would be honored to be your personal acolyte. What do I need to do?"

She positively beams a smile at him. "You don't know how happy you've made me." She puts her hand on his shoulder. "Just close your eyes and relax. I'll be in your head a little bit, but it won't be harmful or shoving you aside like Uriel does. I might leave a small mark on your skin, but nowhere easily noticeable. Is that alright?"

He gulps and nods slowly. "Uhm, very well, Chryrie." Lolthario steadies his breath and shuts his eyes. He actually tenses expecting this to hurt. He's read books with this kind of moment. The deity always said it wouldn't hurt, then the mortal is howling.

She just chuckles and goes up on her toes to give him a deep kiss. While she's got him distracted with that, her presence flows into him and into his mind. It didn't take long for her to leave just a little imprint on his consciousness. He'd feel it. The increase in power. The increase in control. The access to a power greater than himself that wasn't invading him. At the same time, her mark would appear on his flesh, just below his left butt cheek. No bigger than a dime, and easily dismissed as a birthmark.

Arms instinctively clutch at her for balance, arms curling around her and pushing back into the kiss. The rush of energy and control" He feels invigorated, fingers grip onto her passionately before he's shaking from head to toe. His head feels a little fuzzy from the entire experience and he's making small sounds against her mouth as his head swims to get above water. Once she was finished, she released the kiss, but kept herself close enough he can feel her breath on his lips. Her voice is an alluring whisper. "Breathe, my wildfire."

"Trying..." he croaks out and blinks repeatedly while shaking his head. It takes another moment before he fully steadies himself. "Is it always...like that?"

"The initial time" Depends on the individual. Some handle it easily, others have fainted on me." She smiles and preens at his hair again, tucking it behind one of his ears. "It wasn't too terribly uncomfortable, was it?"

He shakes his head slowly. "No, Lady. I....quite enjoyed it. Look forward to more..." There's something about the way he says more...that doesn't quite mean the kiss but he catches himself and slowly lowers his arms to his side. "I hope to make you proud."

"Oh I'm positive that you will." She smiles, still being all in his personal space. She didn't seem inclined to move either. "And I promise you'll love the reward system."

He isn't bothered by how close she is to him, part of him enjoys the way she continues to press against him. "What's the reward system?" Since she brought it up.

"I suppose I could show you. How long do you have before he returns?" Her grin turns into something a bit more lecherous.

His face goes positively crimson at that grin. "Uhm, he's letting me have the ...whole day..." Lolthario tugs at his collar. When did it get so warm in here" Why does he suddenly have second thoughts about saying yes to her proposal" "and after the fact.

"Oh good. Then we have plenty of time." Then she looks over her shoulder at the room. It is a furnished day room. A large flat desk with a well cushioned seat, comfortable day bed where light comes in through the window, a bookshelf and some stools for the higher shelves.

He blinks some at what she says and coughs before asking, "Should I stretch first?"

She laughs and pulls him toward the day bed by his shirt collar. "Oh, I promise I'll be gentle."

"Do I have to be?" That's what he's supposed to say right' There's another audible gulp before he's getting drug to a fate better than death. Then it comes as an afterthought".Druid'll kill me if he finds out'so worth it.