Anahita
Patient, reassuring, warm as an oven within a gingerbread house... Gingerbread brothel?
Fangs retreated back behind her lips, traces of a smile frozen into the corners. Crossing her arms, she stepped up to the tall man, eyes fixed on his, focused, as if trying to peel back the pretty words and the pretty face to find the trap hidden within. "See, it's when you say things like that that you make the hairs on my neck stand on end," she drawled, a hand coming up to trace the lining of his shirt where it scantly covered his shoulder. "A city of Ancients you say? And you personally go around picking us out of the stone and bringing us here..."
Her eyes flickered sharply over Danta's shoulder to a lone passer-by that emerged up the street, dragging his feet as he went. A quick look-over suggested he was not one of the shades descending after her from the square above. She shook off the creeping feeling of dread as it emerged, and steeled her focus. "What is your game?"
A gentle awakening, displacement by at least several hundred years and a house of pleasure to recuperate in? She might have been ready to accept two of the three.
Fangs retreated back behind her lips, traces of a smile frozen into the corners. Crossing her arms, she stepped up to the tall man, eyes fixed on his, focused, as if trying to peel back the pretty words and the pretty face to find the trap hidden within. "See, it's when you say things like that that you make the hairs on my neck stand on end," she drawled, a hand coming up to trace the lining of his shirt where it scantly covered his shoulder. "A city of Ancients you say? And you personally go around picking us out of the stone and bringing us here..."
Her eyes flickered sharply over Danta's shoulder to a lone passer-by that emerged up the street, dragging his feet as he went. A quick look-over suggested he was not one of the shades descending after her from the square above. She shook off the creeping feeling of dread as it emerged, and steeled her focus. "What is your game?"
A gentle awakening, displacement by at least several hundred years and a house of pleasure to recuperate in? She might have been ready to accept two of the three.
