@CrimsxnRite “I’m used to them.” She reached up and felt the tip of either, ensuring no fabric tore and stayed behind up there. “But they can still be a nuisance.”
@CrimsxnRite The flailing stops, and Sky drops her arms to her sides. The vest is halfway over her head, with her right horn poking through the fabric by a few inches. “Or smaller horns.”
From the tree to the lake itself, Sky surveyed the area. More than once she glanced to the tree line surrounding the lake. It could be the safest place in the world, but it did not hurt to be just a little paranoid.
Satisfied with what she saw, her attention shifted up to —
Eventually, the trees would part into what appeared to be a green rounded mirror of the midday sky. The water perfectly still but for the ripples from a few ducks on the far end.
Interrupting the green by the shore was a lone tree, shade providing branches and leaves hanging—
And the whole time Sky was glancing between the one carrying her, and the direction of their destination. She did not make any attempts to stir up a conversation. For a bard, she was awfully shy.
Given that his usually carry weight, arms and armor and gear included was 147 pounds or thereabouts, carrying her was practically child’s play.
In no time, the two were out plaza, through the city gates and moving towards the woods, and the lake.
And upon being lifted there was a small yelp from the Tiefling, but she quickly settled in. She was probably light enough to where she didn’t even feel her.
He doesn’t mind in the least.
He’ll be scooping her up into a princess carry now. Luckily for them, the sun will be at his back as they leave the city.
Not too far, honestly, he could probably comfortably carry her the distance.
It’s maybe fifteen minutes outside of town? And the latter few minutes of that are moving under the shade of the woods themselves.
As someone born with both horns, and ear frills, he gets it.
But, she is quite cute, nonetheless.
Incidentally, she never did answer as to whether she wanted to join him for a swim in the lake.
her size — was picked up as she sat down on the edge of the stage. Following a brief study of the crowd before her, the Tiefling hurriedly glanced down to her wine before beginning to sip it.
The surprise of somebody speaking to her nearly had her jump from her seat, though she was fortunate to catch herself and not lose where she was in the music. She had glanced up just in time to catch the Huntress turning away, but in her surprise she had not found the ability —
The Huntress was a reserved and quiet woman but she gave a soft smile at the Tiefling and placed the glass near her feet "For your beautiful playing. You deserve something to get through this too" Said Annabeth as she started to walk back to her client. Downing her glass of wine-
to utter her thanks. Crimson irises glanced to the glass on the floor, and then her focus returned to the music.
When her employer had signaled for the music to stop, Sky complied promptly and got down from her seat. The glass of wine — which was more than enough for somebody —
being the case, she did not see when Annabeth had taken the time to look her over. Additionally, the Tiefling remained entirely oblivious as the other approached the edge of the stage.
While not dressed as extravagantly as the dancing nobles, Sky had donned the nicest clothes she possessed: a ruffled white blouse and black pants. For shoes she had to resort to her everyday black leather boots, but she had been sure to clean and polish them as best she could. —
Starter for: @bucerus
Title: Bloody ballads
Annabeth was not here to dance, she was not here to party with these nobles. The Blood-Hunter was here to protect one of them. Sir Aaron of Cloakwood. Unlike all the guests who wore fine gowns and silk suits Annabeth wore her half-
That night she had brought with her none of her own instruments. Instead a golden harp with silver strings had been set on the stage for her.
She was not once for socializing. For most of the time she played she kept her gaze lowered, avoiding eye-contact with the crows. That —