Yangh entered the quicksand, much as she always did, just after midsun. She wore her usual attire, an Aksharian themed long white skirt matched with a black upper chest wrap... though it closely resembled beach wear.
She broke into a sauntering stride, popping her hip as she went with her left hand lightly resting against the hilt of her Scimitar at her hip. Her fingers glanced the eight Aetherical gem's set into the hilt, four clear and four cloudy. With each whispering of her finger tips over the gems, the sweeping Aksharian text on the flat of the blade with light up with a dull orange glow then die down.
She spotted a familiar face, one of the "Almost mentor of the blade and all things Sultansworn, Flames Captain and Mephina KNOWS what else" Erik Mynhier. He seemed deep in conversation so she simply slipped onto a stool next to him, and male accompanying him.
"Salam, Mohmohdee. Uhl'daahn spiced wine, laksha." she said as her middle eastern-esc Aksharian accent shined through brilliantly.
Yangh brushed her dark black hair aside, running one of the purple braid highlights through the cracks of her fingers with idle like strokes. She leant back in her stool to get comfortable, her violet hued eyes flicking over to the pair once more as she began to listen in.
It'd been a while since she'd done this, it made her smile widely at the nostalgia, her white pearly Keeper fangs a stark contrast against her very tanned sun kissed skin.
She broke into a sauntering stride, popping her hip as she went with her left hand lightly resting against the hilt of her Scimitar at her hip. Her fingers glanced the eight Aetherical gem's set into the hilt, four clear and four cloudy. With each whispering of her finger tips over the gems, the sweeping Aksharian text on the flat of the blade with light up with a dull orange glow then die down.
She spotted a familiar face, one of the "Almost mentor of the blade and all things Sultansworn, Flames Captain and Mephina KNOWS what else" Erik Mynhier. He seemed deep in conversation so she simply slipped onto a stool next to him, and male accompanying him.
"Salam, Mohmohdee. Uhl'daahn spiced wine, laksha." she said as her middle eastern-esc Aksharian accent shined through brilliantly.
Yangh brushed her dark black hair aside, running one of the purple braid highlights through the cracks of her fingers with idle like strokes. She leant back in her stool to get comfortable, her violet hued eyes flicking over to the pair once more as she began to listen in.
It'd been a while since she'd done this, it made her smile widely at the nostalgia, her white pearly Keeper fangs a stark contrast against her very tanned sun kissed skin.
