Odette listened as closely as she could to the explanation her friend had given, some small measure of intensity grasping at her comely features from within windswept hood. "Of course it would be a swivvin' finger-wriggler," the bardess grumbled under her breath, a slight shudder rippling up through her spine for the unveil that creased her brows and soured her tongue with the thought. It was quickly chased by a quirk of those full lips in something of mild amusement and sly formulation of whatever plan was snaking its way through the recesses of strategic mind.Â
"And that is why, dear Nahli, we would nae put any names to it. . . Â nothin' that can be drawn back to our home or t'people we care about. Ye cannae come after t'unseen, ye cannae track t'unheard; be they our steps or the steps of those whom operate in shadow. There is always a way, just depends on how far yer willin' t'go t'see it done." spoke the woman in a leveled tone that trailed off as the gates came into view. Without realizing, Odette's breath caught momentarily in the swell of her generously curved bosom. Little Ala Mhigo. Â A wash of mixed emotions swept over her, if only in brief - disgust, sorrow, anger, nostalgia.Â
It was several moments later that the Highlander realized all eyes now rested on her and in knowledge of such, she snapped with ease into a charismatic grin that stretched across bronzed countenance beneath the off-white cowl. "S'me, ain't it? Tag's Odette." she greeted, lifting a few bronzed fingers to tap against the casing of her violin before placing that same hand upon the generous curve of her chest to dip her head. "I'm keepin' her company."
"And that is why, dear Nahli, we would nae put any names to it. . . Â nothin' that can be drawn back to our home or t'people we care about. Ye cannae come after t'unseen, ye cannae track t'unheard; be they our steps or the steps of those whom operate in shadow. There is always a way, just depends on how far yer willin' t'go t'see it done." spoke the woman in a leveled tone that trailed off as the gates came into view. Without realizing, Odette's breath caught momentarily in the swell of her generously curved bosom. Little Ala Mhigo. Â A wash of mixed emotions swept over her, if only in brief - disgust, sorrow, anger, nostalgia.Â
It was several moments later that the Highlander realized all eyes now rested on her and in knowledge of such, she snapped with ease into a charismatic grin that stretched across bronzed countenance beneath the off-white cowl. "S'me, ain't it? Tag's Odette." she greeted, lifting a few bronzed fingers to tap against the casing of her violin before placing that same hand upon the generous curve of her chest to dip her head. "I'm keepin' her company."
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"When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw."
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