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03-24-2016, 07:46 AM
 The energy seems to converge – a grid around the mutant. The mentioning of the rift only gets an ear flick and a slight nod of her head, she's happy to blend back into the group and stand quietly beside the GildedBlade's son. Shivers spread from where his breath brushes her shoulder and her eyes draw to him, grinning with both her stare and those pink lips. She allows him his gentle touch and returns it with a soft whuff against his muzzle, touching her nostrils to his warm skin. She relishes in the simplicity of silent, primal greetings like that. It's easy to forget such things when you're thrown into the chaos of Helovia. No one ever does these things anymore, or so she thought. She settles again to lay both ears onto the voice of Raistlyn, who politely declines her and Ki's offer. His eloquence about the refusal leaves her feeling just fine about it. Bitterness does not well up in her heart and her stare stays softly onto him, listening and watching him ever so carefully while he interacts with the group. She has no desire to turn and leave just yet. “Traveling...” She whispers almost to herself. “If you need another pair of eyes...” She doesn't finish but her offering is there, hanging between them with its obviousness. Her smile is gone but she holds no scowl, only a bland curious sort of look while her hazelnut eyes shift from body to body. When Alysanne steps back Tangere nervously shifts and takes a half-step backward as well. It is instinct. The winged woman seems so graceful and quiet – Tangere naturally takes her movement as a queue. Her shoulder rubs against Rikyn's rib-cage as she retreats only slightly and settles again, watching the gorgeous woman with unprying eyes. The lady adds an interesting piece to this puzzle... non omnis moriar |
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