Arandolya couldn't help but watch Aradia's expression as Darren continued with his display. Oh, the wonders of the first time. She really wasn't from Wind Reach was she? Shaking her head in awe, Arandolya felt the surging amusement of the young girl's simple amazement and wonder. She wondered if she held that same expression when she'd seen a male for the first time? Or even when she learned what could be done with a men? Probably. That was the beauty of Wind Reach though, in a way, the simplicity of one body to the next, and the pleasure of just ... enjoying the view. Which Darren was more than willing to give as he strut his stuff, and thrust himself in a silly manner before jumping into a wild run. Men.
The Inarta hunter did a cartwheel as they separated into their dancing - which failed as she fell halfway through. Laughing, Arandolya picked herself up and tried again, remembering performing these many times as a child. Reminiscent as Iosha was as the Konti twirled whimsically, Arandolya determinedly repeated the action until she'd successfully landed one, which only took like two tries ... maybe three. By the end of it, she was even more soaked than before, if that was even possible! Brushing her red hair back from her face, Arandolya laughed joyously, taking the hand Darren outstretched as his circled through the woman.
They danced briefly together, a wild melody of twirls before he ended with a dip, her flushed face beaming at the man as he moved on once more. He said something as he left, but a language Arandolya couldn't identify as either Nari or Common - perhaps from the land of his people with their wild changing yes? Arandolya giggled as he left her, watching him dance with the others. She still had yet to settle on an opinion of him, arrogant? Confident? Twirling, Arandolya simply thought, Who cares?
Arandolya flopped onto the ground of the Courtyard, staring up at the sky as it battered her with its small pellets of rain, sprinkling to cool her warmed face and naked skin. She stuck out her tongue to taste its refreshing quality, and giggled slightly. Out of breath and beginning to feel cold, Arandolya seemed content to take a moment to let the rain wash over her before wondering how in the world she planned on reaching her home. She didn't want to put her clothing on seeing how wet she was, but she very well couldn't walk through the mountain path naked! (Well, I could ... I just don't really want to see how that would turn out ...) Eh, it didn't matter for now. Arandolya closed her eyes and simply listened to the joy of her friends as they danced, and relish the feeling of the rain running over every contour of her revealed body.
The Inarta hunter did a cartwheel as they separated into their dancing - which failed as she fell halfway through. Laughing, Arandolya picked herself up and tried again, remembering performing these many times as a child. Reminiscent as Iosha was as the Konti twirled whimsically, Arandolya determinedly repeated the action until she'd successfully landed one, which only took like two tries ... maybe three. By the end of it, she was even more soaked than before, if that was even possible! Brushing her red hair back from her face, Arandolya laughed joyously, taking the hand Darren outstretched as his circled through the woman.
They danced briefly together, a wild melody of twirls before he ended with a dip, her flushed face beaming at the man as he moved on once more. He said something as he left, but a language Arandolya couldn't identify as either Nari or Common - perhaps from the land of his people with their wild changing yes? Arandolya giggled as he left her, watching him dance with the others. She still had yet to settle on an opinion of him, arrogant? Confident? Twirling, Arandolya simply thought, Who cares?
Arandolya flopped onto the ground of the Courtyard, staring up at the sky as it battered her with its small pellets of rain, sprinkling to cool her warmed face and naked skin. She stuck out her tongue to taste its refreshing quality, and giggled slightly. Out of breath and beginning to feel cold, Arandolya seemed content to take a moment to let the rain wash over her before wondering how in the world she planned on reaching her home. She didn't want to put her clothing on seeing how wet she was, but she very well couldn't walk through the mountain path naked! (Well, I could ... I just don't really want to see how that would turn out ...) Eh, it didn't matter for now. Arandolya closed her eyes and simply listened to the joy of her friends as they danced, and relish the feeling of the rain running over every contour of her revealed body.
