Scaea took his hand.
"I'd love to see it. I don't think I'd ever seen one of Laviku before." The words were coming out of her mouth even has he pulled her, pulled her to the white staircase and then underneath. It was an awkward spot, and incredibly suspicious to anyone who happened to see them go underneath. The shadow was welcome, a cool relief from the lingering heat and sunlight that consistently spilled over from Summer year after year. Autumn was always the nicest season of the year, but even then it was often hot, especially when one was sitting in the sunlight.
A slight blush spread over her cheeks, barely visible in the shadow and already reddened skin from her continuous time in the sun. She glanced away, the tattooist's rare momentary awkwardness clearly visible, as he pulled off his shirt. Her eyes, however, were inexplicably drawn to the Oceanus mark, as a moth was drawn to light only to be singed by the flames. Scaea blatantly ignored whatever red flags tugged at her mind, and reached her hand out to touch the mark.
The mark itself was beautiful - it moved, rippled, crashed across his skin in a frothy mixture of white and blue that was all too similar to the Svefra's own eyes. The most important part was how the waves swirled around her fingers where she touched. She moved her finger along the cascade, watching the water move around her fingertips. Scaea was mesmerized by the tattoo itself, and began muttering quietly under her breath.
"It petching moves. Why the petch does it move?"
The spell was broken when the tattooist realized what she was doing. She hardly knew this Tydus, and there was no reason for her to poking around his chest just to play with the gnosis. The movement of the gnosis was a wonderful surprise, but she decided that standing underneath a damn staircase would set fire to the rumor mill and she had no desire to be part of a scandal or seven. She pulled her hand back, clasping her hands together in front of her and tilting her head, curiosity still on her mind.
"Do all Svefra have this?"
"I'd love to see it. I don't think I'd ever seen one of Laviku before." The words were coming out of her mouth even has he pulled her, pulled her to the white staircase and then underneath. It was an awkward spot, and incredibly suspicious to anyone who happened to see them go underneath. The shadow was welcome, a cool relief from the lingering heat and sunlight that consistently spilled over from Summer year after year. Autumn was always the nicest season of the year, but even then it was often hot, especially when one was sitting in the sunlight.
A slight blush spread over her cheeks, barely visible in the shadow and already reddened skin from her continuous time in the sun. She glanced away, the tattooist's rare momentary awkwardness clearly visible, as he pulled off his shirt. Her eyes, however, were inexplicably drawn to the Oceanus mark, as a moth was drawn to light only to be singed by the flames. Scaea blatantly ignored whatever red flags tugged at her mind, and reached her hand out to touch the mark.
The mark itself was beautiful - it moved, rippled, crashed across his skin in a frothy mixture of white and blue that was all too similar to the Svefra's own eyes. The most important part was how the waves swirled around her fingers where she touched. She moved her finger along the cascade, watching the water move around her fingertips. Scaea was mesmerized by the tattoo itself, and began muttering quietly under her breath.
"It petching moves. Why the petch does it move?"
The spell was broken when the tattooist realized what she was doing. She hardly knew this Tydus, and there was no reason for her to poking around his chest just to play with the gnosis. The movement of the gnosis was a wonderful surprise, but she decided that standing underneath a damn staircase would set fire to the rumor mill and she had no desire to be part of a scandal or seven. She pulled her hand back, clasping her hands together in front of her and tilting her head, curiosity still on her mind.
"Do all Svefra have this?"