91st day, Spring 512 AV.
For those who might try and imagine, it was without merit and so nothing had yet sought to. Taken as her usual form, humanoid in guise and beauty to surprise her form almost glided across the scape of the wilds. Not tall but fair and light of skin, pale almost, with black hair and eyes to rile any she approached. Her red cloak hugged her loosely just as her dress beneath kept her warmer than most enjoyed. The dhani traveler enjoyed the almost redundent heat. She was no human, though her guise and mannerisms would show otherwise.
Her eyes drifting as the currents of air changed in her surroundings another figure appeared within her pupils reflection. Saivone Masaiken was the figure's name, a man, her companion, her slave. Allowing him a brief smile she turned away and trudged forwards. Each footfall bringing her ever closer to her destination, Ravok. She had heard much of the city some things pleasant...many other things less so. She knew she'd have to be on her guard and not reveal her true nature, otherwise there'd be trouble that she didn't particularly want.
Even with this issue evident in her mind she moved on but then she swore she felt something and so she stopped walking and frowned a bit. Glancing about she eventually shrugged and continued, nothing. If only a couple moments later it happened again as the air currents shifted and her tongue darted from her mouth to taste the air, a habit she had developed and was working on. The taste was familiar but she couldn't seem to identify it, what she did know is that it was unlikely to be friendly. She stopped again, this time glancing to Saivone "Saivone...check for tracks." Unlike her usual playfullness she was quite serious, almost threatened, predatory even.
For those who might try and imagine, it was without merit and so nothing had yet sought to. Taken as her usual form, humanoid in guise and beauty to surprise her form almost glided across the scape of the wilds. Not tall but fair and light of skin, pale almost, with black hair and eyes to rile any she approached. Her red cloak hugged her loosely just as her dress beneath kept her warmer than most enjoyed. The dhani traveler enjoyed the almost redundent heat. She was no human, though her guise and mannerisms would show otherwise.
Her eyes drifting as the currents of air changed in her surroundings another figure appeared within her pupils reflection. Saivone Masaiken was the figure's name, a man, her companion, her slave. Allowing him a brief smile she turned away and trudged forwards. Each footfall bringing her ever closer to her destination, Ravok. She had heard much of the city some things pleasant...many other things less so. She knew she'd have to be on her guard and not reveal her true nature, otherwise there'd be trouble that she didn't particularly want.
Even with this issue evident in her mind she moved on but then she swore she felt something and so she stopped walking and frowned a bit. Glancing about she eventually shrugged and continued, nothing. If only a couple moments later it happened again as the air currents shifted and her tongue darted from her mouth to taste the air, a habit she had developed and was working on. The taste was familiar but she couldn't seem to identify it, what she did know is that it was unlikely to be friendly. She stopped again, this time glancing to Saivone "Saivone...check for tracks." Unlike her usual playfullness she was quite serious, almost threatened, predatory even.