The night elf stared forward, unsure of what to say or even think. She gazed at the blood elf with her smirk, andfelt herself grow somewhat dizzy at the proposal she had just received.

"You want me to kiss you?" She asked, in a tone much more high-and-mighty than she had intended.

The blood elf rolled her eyes yet again. "You don't need to make it sound so damn awful, Priest. Live a little. What is stopping you? Is it this pathetic war? Is it our bloodied and complex race history? Or is it," the blood elf gave a knowing smile and ran a hand down the curves of her side, "that you simply aren't interested?"

The blood elf was acting much braver than she felt, but she had seen the night elf watching her earlier, and wondered just how much fun she could have with the situation.

The night elf quickly looked away, feigning interest in.. something out in the growing darkness surrounding them. She could not find words to speak.

The blood elf laughed. "The mighty night elves, slaves to their silly histories and silly alliance king. Get out of here, elf, I need nothing from you."

The priest quickly looked back at the other elf, anger in her eyes. "I am my own person, warlock, and do as I see fit. We are a proud race, and I will not be taunted so."

The warlock began to laugh but suddenly found her mouth otherwise occupied when the priest strode quickly over and pressed her soft, powerful night elf lips against her own.

Linca began to respond to the kiss, surprised at how good it felt. To her disbelief, she felt the taller, more built elf's powerful arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer into the kiss, pressing their bodies together and creating a pleasant, yet surprising shock between them.

The priest too was surprised. What was meant to be a quick, point-proving kiss was growing despite herself. The feeling of want was growing quickly as well, and the night elf felt herself pressing more and more into the kiss, pulling the other elf closer.

"Sabely," moaned the blood elf, pulling away finally for air. "Wow," she said.

The night elf, gathering her wits once more, was intensely embarrassed at her lack of self-control. She was immensely grateful that blushing did not show strongly on her dark cheeks. She released the other elf and stepped back, trying to gather her words- trying to ignore the feeling she had just succumbed to, which was more powerful than she had expected.

The blood elf's composed posture had faltered, and the surprise was not hidden on her face. She tried to say something witty, but failed, and instead just looked at the other elf, trying to discern what she was thinking.

Finally the silence was broken. "See," said Sabely, "the debt has been repaid. I will take my leave now."

The blood elf panicked and responded, "Wait!" She did not know what to wait for, and was silent for a moment. All she knew was that the kiss they had shared had ignited something within her, and it was a powerful feeling unlike anything she had been expecting. "Why not stay the night here? It is already dark, and your chances of making it back to town safely are slim."

The night elf debated with herself for a moment. On a primal level, she knew she wished to stay. The kiss had brought to surface some powerful emotions and her body ached for action to respond to them. However, the debt was repaid and this was, after all, her enemy. If they were seen together, it would be a great scandal, one either may be killed for.

"I am not so weak, Warlock. Earlier was a fluke. I was caught off guard and hadn't slept in days. I am fine now, and will be successful in my journey." She turned to leave, ignoring the look of confusion and perhaps pain in the other elf's eyes. "Goodbye, Linca, and thank you for today."

The blood elf narrowed her eyes once more, "Goodbye, Sabely, I hope the harpies don't destroy you in the night." With that she sat down and glared into her fire, unsure of why she was even so angry, and confused at her feelings.