Rhiannon
Even in Leafchange, Torchline was hot. Or at least it seemed that way to Rhiannon, who had rarely left Halo until this season.
The soldier swaggered through the port, her long braids tied up off her neck, further exposing her bare shoulders and upper back. She wore a dark tank top to ward off the warmth, but had chosen pants and boots for her bottoms - all the easier to stash weaponry. Seeing Rhiannon without some manner of protection would be worse, in her opinion, than seeing her naked.
She was just exploring some of the street vendors that had set up near the docked ships when a vaguely familiar voice interrupted her browsing, and she looked up with a raised brow at the speaker's tone. It was the woman from the Feverlands - but Rhi didn't know her name. She'd been quiet during their cleanup, so Rhi knew even less about her than she'd learned about their leader on that expedition.
"A horseshoe?" she repeated coolly, her brow still quirked curiously. "I haven't seen many horses around, but if there's a blacksmith nearby...?"
The soldier swaggered through the port, her long braids tied up off her neck, further exposing her bare shoulders and upper back. She wore a dark tank top to ward off the warmth, but had chosen pants and boots for her bottoms - all the easier to stash weaponry. Seeing Rhiannon without some manner of protection would be worse, in her opinion, than seeing her naked.
She was just exploring some of the street vendors that had set up near the docked ships when a vaguely familiar voice interrupted her browsing, and she looked up with a raised brow at the speaker's tone. It was the woman from the Feverlands - but Rhi didn't know her name. She'd been quiet during their cleanup, so Rhi knew even less about her than she'd learned about their leader on that expedition.
"A horseshoe?" she repeated coolly, her brow still quirked curiously. "I haven't seen many horses around, but if there's a blacksmith nearby...?"
lately I've been dressing for revenge
