Shakune writhed in her seat, arching her back as she giggled to fully accentuate her chest after his playful comment. Strangers were her favourite type of men; there was something quite delicious about sharing the company of a male completely unfamiliar. Even a casual drink - though she usually preferred the night to end more sordidly - was more entertaining when sitting opposite a new face.
Her burrows frowned a little when he spoke next. She considered his words. It was in Shakune's blood to be a nomad. As a child, she had travelled with her family across the desert, and as a young woman she had sailed with her rag-tag group of sailors that had become her second family. It was only in the last year that she had come to a stop. Sunberth had been her final destination, though initially she had intended only to stay in the city for a season or two.
"I've always found people like yourself fascinating." She mused, looking into her half-empty tankard. Black eyes flickered back up to his face. "You say you've stayed here all your life. Don't get you bored? Haven't you ever visited another city? Syliras, even?" The prospect of spending one's entire life in on location was unnatural to the half-breed. It went against her culture, as well as her preference. "I have been here for only a year, yet I am itching to leave."
I have no ship though.
She pushed that thought out of her mind.
Returning back to her lighter, more fun self, Shakune took a swig of her ale. She chuckled. "Yes, we-" that word was accompanied by a dramatic squeezing of her forearms, pushing up her breasts so they curved temptingly out of her top. "-'ave been together for a while. From the desert. In Eyktol." She felt that this final comment was hardly needed, but Shakune had learnt that geography was not exactly the forte of the average Sunberth citizen.
She lounged in her seat, foot tapping frantically underneath the table. As ever, she was restless. "So. You thieve for a livin'. How's that?" She tilted her head in genuine curiosity.
oocBlurgh. I'm so so sorry for the horrible delays. RL, and all that!
Her burrows frowned a little when he spoke next. She considered his words. It was in Shakune's blood to be a nomad. As a child, she had travelled with her family across the desert, and as a young woman she had sailed with her rag-tag group of sailors that had become her second family. It was only in the last year that she had come to a stop. Sunberth had been her final destination, though initially she had intended only to stay in the city for a season or two.
"I've always found people like yourself fascinating." She mused, looking into her half-empty tankard. Black eyes flickered back up to his face. "You say you've stayed here all your life. Don't get you bored? Haven't you ever visited another city? Syliras, even?" The prospect of spending one's entire life in on location was unnatural to the half-breed. It went against her culture, as well as her preference. "I have been here for only a year, yet I am itching to leave."
I have no ship though.
She pushed that thought out of her mind.
Returning back to her lighter, more fun self, Shakune took a swig of her ale. She chuckled. "Yes, we-" that word was accompanied by a dramatic squeezing of her forearms, pushing up her breasts so they curved temptingly out of her top. "-'ave been together for a while. From the desert. In Eyktol." She felt that this final comment was hardly needed, but Shakune had learnt that geography was not exactly the forte of the average Sunberth citizen.
She lounged in her seat, foot tapping frantically underneath the table. As ever, she was restless. "So. You thieve for a livin'. How's that?" She tilted her head in genuine curiosity.
oocBlurgh. I'm so so sorry for the horrible delays. RL, and all that!