Shhh, let it happen.
((continued from in game rp because timezones suck))
"They was fished up some few bells ago. On a pinnace, they is. It's made o' wood."
Despite the rough handling Zhi'd endured but a minute previous, her manic smile was still in place. She'd lost none of her cockiness, none of the wicked intensity with which she watched him. Like as not she'd have a good sized knot on the back of her head the following morning, not that anyone would be able to tell from looking at her.
She watched him as he flitted through the shabby stalls, shadowed by the gloom. There weren't enough lamps in the Cleft. Never was. She was light on her feet as she followed him: a pixy vibrating with energy -- albeit one that stank of old booze and freshly rolled smokes.
"Care ye don't step on yer own stones, sweetin'."
((continued from in game rp because timezones suck))
"They was fished up some few bells ago. On a pinnace, they is. It's made o' wood."
Despite the rough handling Zhi'd endured but a minute previous, her manic smile was still in place. She'd lost none of her cockiness, none of the wicked intensity with which she watched him. Like as not she'd have a good sized knot on the back of her head the following morning, not that anyone would be able to tell from looking at her.
She watched him as he flitted through the shabby stalls, shadowed by the gloom. There weren't enough lamps in the Cleft. Never was. She was light on her feet as she followed him: a pixy vibrating with energy -- albeit one that stank of old booze and freshly rolled smokes.
"Care ye don't step on yer own stones, sweetin'."
