[ Parties aren't really my thing, she'd told Munin when she - he? they? - had asked for her advice on human celebrations. Or she'd at least thought it, if she'd been too polite to say it out loud.
But she'd also promised to come, because when a mysterious half-snake-half-fish alien declares you an ally and throws you a party, that's what you do. And she has to admit she's impressed. Food, drink, music - everything she'd told the Jormun a party needed, it was there. And the beach itself is beautiful, the sun setting over the ocean a beautiful backdrop to the cheery firepits and colorful cushions.
The food smells good, too, and looks like a nice change from what she's been eating, which mostly consists of bludroc she'd killed and roasted herself over the fire outside her shack. Still...She hesitates, eyeing the buffet apprehensively and murmuring to the person at her side. ]
Do I want to know what all this is, or is it better not to ask?
B
[ CT's never been an artist, but everything she ever has been - soldier, mercenary, spy - is irrelevant here on the islands. Her old life is gone, and as difficult as it is sometimes, she's at least trying to embrace this new one, for however long she'll be here.
She figures body paint is a good place to start. She can just wash it off tomorrow, right? So she's sitting on the sand with one leg propped up in front of her, leaning over with intense concentration as she paints abstract designs onto her calf. She glances up once she senses the presence of someone else, looking faintly embarrassed. ]
They'll apply it for you, but I figured...might as well try it myself, right?
CT | OTA
[ Parties aren't really my thing, she'd told Munin when she - he? they? - had asked for her advice on human celebrations. Or she'd at least thought it, if she'd been too polite to say it out loud.
But she'd also promised to come, because when a mysterious half-snake-half-fish alien declares you an ally and throws you a party, that's what you do. And she has to admit she's impressed. Food, drink, music - everything she'd told the Jormun a party needed, it was there. And the beach itself is beautiful, the sun setting over the ocean a beautiful backdrop to the cheery firepits and colorful cushions.
The food smells good, too, and looks like a nice change from what she's been eating, which mostly consists of bludroc she'd killed and roasted herself over the fire outside her shack. Still...She hesitates, eyeing the buffet apprehensively and murmuring to the person at her side. ]
Do I want to know what all this is, or is it better not to ask?
B
[ CT's never been an artist, but everything she ever has been - soldier, mercenary, spy - is irrelevant here on the islands. Her old life is gone, and as difficult as it is sometimes, she's at least trying to embrace this new one, for however long she'll be here.
She figures body paint is a good place to start. She can just wash it off tomorrow, right? So she's sitting on the sand with one leg propped up in front of her, leaning over with intense concentration as she paints abstract designs onto her calf. She glances up once she senses the presence of someone else, looking faintly embarrassed. ]
They'll apply it for you, but I figured...might as well try it myself, right?
Even if it looks like crap.
Wildcard
[ Anything you want! ]