"Mornin', sugar," a low, throaty voice drawled out from the shadows, aimed at Dantalion. "And you brought me breakfast, how sweet!" The voice belonged to a tall, muscular woman walking barefoot from one of the tunnels that led to Frey's Breath. Water still steamed from her bronze skin but her hair was already twisted back up and held in an artfully loose coil by a pair of sharp metal hair sticks.
A towel was wrapped around her torso, theoretically protecting her modesty down to mid-thigh but she wasn't in any hurry to change into the clothes that swung nonchalantly from the string bag dangling from her fingertips.
Sizing the two males up, she stalked towards them with a feline grace that had more to do with a tigress than a lady. "Bit skinny for my tastes, though," she purred a pout, looking Edmund up and down with frank appraisal - and finding him lacking. "Couldn't you have found something with a bit more meat on its bones?"
As she finished her circuit of the boys she stopped behind Danta and leaned over his shoulder in turn, pressing against him with a fine lack of interest in personal space or boundaries in order to look at Edmund's sketch. "Hmm? What's this?"
A towel was wrapped around her torso, theoretically protecting her modesty down to mid-thigh but she wasn't in any hurry to change into the clothes that swung nonchalantly from the string bag dangling from her fingertips.
Sizing the two males up, she stalked towards them with a feline grace that had more to do with a tigress than a lady. "Bit skinny for my tastes, though," she purred a pout, looking Edmund up and down with frank appraisal - and finding him lacking. "Couldn't you have found something with a bit more meat on its bones?"
As she finished her circuit of the boys she stopped behind Danta and leaned over his shoulder in turn, pressing against him with a fine lack of interest in personal space or boundaries in order to look at Edmund's sketch. "Hmm? What's this?"
