She smiled as He accepted the horn ... pretty eyes widen as He poured some of the paga on the ground - watching it splash and the dirt turn to mud.

You're ... welcome.

Walks out to the deck sipping A white wine.

I was wandering

Purrs in Masters ear, He growls

The Vosk River
* the Bowman grabbed Blades arm before He could leave the skiff ... look towards me and yelled STAY DOWN GIRL!!!

as the Bowman pulled Blade back ...He started to stirr the skiff keeping it straight quietly moving down the canal ... He was able to slip away ... with all the commotion... as Blade is yelling at Him

WHAT YOU DOING THEY NEED HELP !!!

Oh.....I see...and what is it that you seek here on the Plains? Tipping My head, the single tailed braid drifting across My back as the gold nose ring glitters in the fire light*

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In

Rehearsals
Your hand finds hers on the table and she glances at the contact for a second, turning her own over to trace fingernails along the insides of your fingers to your palm, then spreading out again. But the way you look at her pulls at something within her. Just a steady pull closer to you. Not physically, but emotionally, somehow. Goodness, you make her happy.

Mmm... one of them anyway.

The grin she quirks at you fades when you mention sympathetic nightmares, replaced with a soft frown.

Only good ones then.

Leaning in, she nudges at your earlobe with her nose, just a little, then lifts to find your eyes again. If she could wipe away that worry, she would. She'd wipe away all your worries. Not a single one is worth your incredible energy.

Unless she gets up out of the chair, she knows she's not getting away, so she squirms and twists her torso, trying to catch your hands as laughter pours from her and her hair dances. Fingers graze a forearm here, a wrist there, catch a finger, but never enough to stop you. And you know all her ticklish spots.

Not fair!

But she's still laughing and pushing at your hands as you play her like a fiddle.

Okay, okay! You get the role! You're Ben! I swear it!

The Vosk River
I dug around under the seat. Unable to find the spare arrows. Stretching out as mush as I could finally my fingertips found them.

Lounge
First things first - construction down at the waterfront.

And your serve quenches a Mans thirst for beauty.
I take the horn from the girl. Then pour a libation to the ground in honot of My absent Brothers. I take a large pull from the horn.

waves to all

GUY

Giving,
Unrealistically…
Yours

YOURS

Out

I am still here

Hummm...we seem to had lost the women with You...guess, the Outriders found a good use for her *cackles*

hips rolling as she returns to the soapy water, placing all but the broken tankard into the warm waters. Reminding one's self to ask if one might repurpose it for growing herbs for the Home. placing this vessel into the closet where the broom is kept so it is not accidentally used.

Turia

Corpo Plaza
She's been so good about that, she stopped when she promised you would and she's not lapsed since, not like that.

"You don't care if they think you're like Guillermo?"

Her hands are soft in yours, knuckles fine-boned and delicate under the brush of those kisses, the bottle crackling in one hand as she squeezes it tight while you raise and then lower.

Your gaze finds hers and she looks as lustful as ever, the same yearning, heated gaze that always taints her features, but there's a little heartbreak underneath, as much as she understands the imperative to protect your career, the idea that people would think you're like Guillermo...

She listens as you explain that her being a sex-doll you illegally purchased and kept is .... too convenient not to use...
Her hand comes up to touch her brow, fingertips tracing it, pressing there before raking her hair back from her face as she paces a few steps away from you.

She hugs herself, head bowed again.

"So... on a night like tonight, if we crossed paths with one of your coworkers, they would look at us and think... I was for sale. I am for sale?'

That hand leaves her hair, tucking under its weight to rub at her nape.

She won't deny you, but how it hurts her heart.
"Of course. You can use plant that story."
Her voice is gotten so small, can you even fully hear her?

She had thought she could do something to help you, but she can't. Not really.
Her worth remains as it has... always been.

At least it's for a good man.