Mairae turned down another hall and her footsteps echoed in the lofty space. She smiled. In the garden ahead of her she could see two priests working in the bright afternoon. One of them was Keiar, a handsome young man who had only been at the Sanctuary for three weeks. Mairae sighed contentedly as she came outside and felt the sun on her skin. She strode over to where Keiar was working. He looked up as she approached and dropped to one knee, his hands forming the circle. Mairae inclined her head and returned the gesture with her hands.

"You may rise, Priest Keiar" she spoke his name softly and met his eyes. He found her gaze and a soft smile spread over his lips.

"What can I do for you, Mairae of the white?"

'Gorgeous Mairae' his thoughts added and she appraised him. She bent her head towards his and placed her mouth next to his ear, her lips barely touching his skin.

"I would like to invite you to my room. Tonight," she whispered and leaned back. Keiar met her gaze levelly, Mairae was still smiling.

"At the sixth bell. You are free to come if you wish. This is no order." Keiar finally broke from her gaze to follow the line of her circ to her sandal-clad feet. He nodded.

'Me? Does she want to…? Are the rumors really true? What if I'm just imagining?' Keiars thoughts rambled while Mairae continued away. Then she stopped and turned back to him.

"I plan on something more… tangible" she said with a look that assured him that he'd been right. She had just invited him to bed. Mairae chuckled and Keiar grinned, turning back to his work.