Re: May I Present...Ravhala [Attn: Anyone Who Is Interested]
Posted: July 20th, 2017, 4:35 pm
Riahana
Riahana squeezed Gareth’s hands with her own before going to the tips of her toes to kiss him. When she lowered herself, her gaze was locked on him, “I am glad it pleases you, my heart. Needless to say, I would like to make it official. Perhaps. . .as a way to celebrate, you could see if we can borrow your friend’s cabin again?”
Her lips twitched and she smirked ever so slightly, “You showed me the merits of taking a holiday from time to time. I dare say we could use another one.”
Tia Sedai
Her lips twitched and she smirked ever so slightly, “You showed me the merits of taking a holiday from time to time. I dare say we could use another one.”
Tia laughed softly as she looked to the dance floor for a moment before looking back to the Gaidin, “I would not be a part of the Sha’hal line if I didn’t know how to dance. It is somewhat compulsory. Those who marry into it, if they don’t know how to dance, quickly learn.”
Tilting her head slightly, she smirked, “Is that an invitation to dance? If it is, then the answer is yes.”
Paks Liard
Tilting her head slightly, she smirked, “Is that an invitation to dance? If it is, then the answer is yes.”
Paks laughed as the pair made their way across the dance floor. Watching the Novice flush from time to time only broadened the Drin’s smirk. It was entertaining to watch the young woman attempt to be bold. From Paks’ perspective, it was working, though she had no idea how it ‘felt’ to Nas.
“Ah wine. . .my band of merry friends would use it to loosen the lips and coin purses of our favoured patrons. More often than not, it would lead to bigger tips and juicy gossip. For me. . .it often meant a warm bed for the evening instead of bedding in whatever little room the group often shared,” Paks admitted.
She let her smirk broaden, “Half the time I chased after a skirt so I didn’t have to sleep with one of my mate’s smelly feet in my face. It’s much more pleasant to wake to a naked lover than smelly feet.”
“Ah wine. . .my band of merry friends would use it to loosen the lips and coin purses of our favoured patrons. More often than not, it would lead to bigger tips and juicy gossip. For me. . .it often meant a warm bed for the evening instead of bedding in whatever little room the group often shared,” Paks admitted.
She let her smirk broaden, “Half the time I chased after a skirt so I didn’t have to sleep with one of my mate’s smelly feet in my face. It’s much more pleasant to wake to a naked lover than smelly feet.”