Thorra
Lightning suddenly burst out of her eyes, dancing along the bare skin of her curvaceous body in such a way as to draw attention to all of her best places. A blue haze emanated from her body, causing her to look as if she were glowing.
And then, Thorra stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Lirazel's waist, looming over her with her immense size. Her touch was gentle, and Lirazel would be able to easily pull away if she decided such contact was unwanted. "Of course not, this is an entirely separate affair. Surely a woman as bound by the fates as yourself wants to learn more of the mysterious outsiders in a casual, possibly intimate setting?"
LirazelThe electric glow reflected like a pool of water in the healer's eyes, and sparkled with the earnest and innocent joy of someone seeing something new again. Her hands came up and pressed at the toned belly of the woman suddenly holding her, keeping her arms pressed in between their bodies. Her face went from soft pink to flushed red, and she let out a soft sound of surprise as she looked to Thorra's face. "That is rather quite
forward for one with whom I am only now acquainted."
Thorra felt the hilt of a sword lurking at Lirazel's side beneath the cloak that resonated to her, as a weapon, with the simple joy of being cherished and well used by its creator. The echo of its triumphant birth-song whispered in her mind.
Lirazel's fingers felt strangely, almost disbelievingly, at the curve of the demigoddess' muscles for precious moments despite her flustered flourish of words. Her left ear twitched as she gently put a few inches more between herself and her would be courter, and she withdrew her hands back to her sides. "Yet, I shall not deny my desire to know more of you, and of your lands."
The dragon off to the side let out a frustrated huff, and turned about in even more of a huff to leave the tent. Her tail swished over the face of one of the injured and tickled it enough to send them into a half conscious sneeze which made Lirazel's shoulders jolt in surprise. Sage grumbled out, "Inform me when you are done
philandering, then," as she departed.