Calista, too, is remembering everything. Her adept's mind is capable of processing scents, sounds, and feelings as easily as sight, storing them perfectly. She knows that she will be able to recall this perfectly, for the rest of her life, and the knowledge makes her glad. She does as Robyn asks, and what starts as small mewls and moans and breathy gasps turn into shameless and full-throated cries, shrieks and screams and pleas without words. It has been so long since she was treated as a lover rather than an object that she'd forgotten what it felt like. By the time Robyn finishes with her, Calista is little more than a quivering, happy mess, and only the desire to return the favor a thousandfold keeps her from drifting off in a post-coital haze.
As Robyn climbs back onto the bed, Calista rolls over and takes Robyn's hand, placing it on her lips as she had before, so that the other woman can feel her wicked grin. She says nothing, but continues where she had left off before, kissing her way down to where she might mimic Robyn's actions. The elven woman has experience, and knowledge, and a raw desire that the young dryad cannot match, but Calista has...well, she has Calista on her side. As a mage, an adept, a trained courtesan, and with a richness of experience that belies her years, Calista throws all her desire and many skills into play. She manages to refrain from biting Robyn fully, but the run-up to Robyn's own quaking, shuddering climax is marked by a great many teasing nibbles.
It takes a long time. Calista has all night, and she wants to give Robyn a night to remember.
When at last, many minutes later they are finished, Calista slithers back up the bed to lie with one arm across Robyn's stomach and her head on Robyn's shoulder. Her leg is draped across the other woman's thigh, her small, manicured toes rubbing Idly at Robyn's calf. "Thank you, Robyn. That was..." she sighs happily, "wonderful." Calista wears a big, happy smile and delights in feeling Robyn's chest heaving with the aftermath. Licking her lips, she asks, "I believe this is what you wanted to see, is it not?"
Calista doesn't wait for a reply. The words were more an indication of intent than a real question, and her hand comes up to rest on Robyn's cheek. Whispering in a torrent of Sperethiel, Calista crafts a spell, one of the first she'd ever learned. The magic flows from her, and even a mundane like Robyn can feel the monstrous power in the spell as it brushes against her mind.
Just how powerful is Calista?
There is a moment of disorientation, even pain as Robyn's mind is forced to accept a sense that had been lost to it for decades, but the spell bridges her to Calista's own mind and Calista copes handily. After a few seconds, there is a blur, a sharpening, and a moment of vertigo as Robyn is suddenly seeing for the first time in a long time. The view is wrong, offset from the rest of her senses, but it only takes a moment to realize and accept that she is seeing through Calista's eyes. The world is vibrant, sharp, even more than it would be for someone who hadn't seen it for years, as Calista's banshee senses are uncommonly well-honed.
Calista grins, looking at Robyn carefully so that the other woman can see how pristine and lovely her form has weathered the decades of darkness, then props herself up on one arm to look at the mirrored doors to the closet, the reflection showing Calista laying atop Robyn, smiling and obviously very pleased with herself and her lover.