A friendly affair. [Open to ALL and ANY]

[Kree]

To breathe life into such a being is a task, to mold ones mind and teach and train is another story.. But this day, this particular day one had decided to dredge from her normal affairs, to breathe life into the brighter side of herself.. Stoic, composed and dark girl, that is how some see her.. Some even whisper her demise, but isn't that how it goes? From lush curves to ample breasts.. She is all woman. Fabrics folded and clung, wrapped tightly around her physical form. Colors brighter upon the necromancer, her normal dark colors traded in for brilliance and shine. White came to view first, then the soft pinks and splotches of sunflower yellow composed her corset. Bone-laid and tight, capturing and keeping her properly poised, breasts bound and tamed in thier place. Skirts bounced alongh er knees, edges of the normally floor length white fabric tucked into her corset from beneath, creating a falling effect, showing bits of flesh of her thighs here and there, yet hiding it at the same time.. Stilleto heel of thigh-high white leather boots tapping rythmically across the flooring. Features seemed gentle, the smell of her magics, the burdeon of a necromancer masked as well as it could be, hints of it still lingering here and there, mixed with the sweet smell of lily and jasmin. The inn birthed a warmth, chasing off the cold that entered the inn when she did, soothing across dark flesh with gentle caresses. Tables weaved in and out of, bodies of comatose inn slaves stepped over with grace as she found perch upon a stool, fingers reaching out to motion to a bottle of wine.. "Fyrewine, pretty please.." Gentle, honey laced tones, the girl sending those emeralds hues to look and see, to find perhaps someone to share her evening with, if anyone was around at all.. After all, a girl didn't dress in such ways to please herself..

[Danar Swift]

Danar Swift, he had been alive for about two weeks now, born as a fully grown man, he entered the in and glanced around, he kept his right arm covered by a long coat and glove at all times. Always hiding the scales below. His shirt was old and torn to show his plain chest below, clean, the opposite of the shirt which was dirty, covered in dirt and beer. He clearly gave more pride to his bodies appearance than to his clothes. He looked around, trying not to catch the attention of the people inside, and trying not to draw conversation. Until he caught sight of the woman, his eyes wondered down, gazing on her legs, and his gaze wandered up and up, seeing more, the curves of her body, the beauty. He shook himself from the stupour and walked right past her, bumping into her gently as he did, barely touching her, but enough, hopefully, to get her attention.

[Kree]

She could feel every fiber of her being want to reach out and snatch Danar up by the hair of the head and ask him what the hell he thought he was doing even -touching- her.. But she fought it.. Tongue bitten till she could swallow the hateful remarks and question, masked with a sweet smile that proved more than natural. A raise of her emeralds, the girl took in his form, finding the question of the gloves and cloak inside.. Wine glass fetched from countertop as she'd stand, making her way towards the man.. "I couldn't help but to feel your clumsy bump dear.. Is there something I can help you with..?" he arched her brow lightly,words sweet and gentle as she folded one arm along her stomach, other holding that wine glass delicately.

[Danar Swift]

He turned around to face her, he leaned his weight on a nearby post. "I wouldn't call it clumsy ma'am, I would call that deliberate" He spoke with a soft smile. His voice was a silky and rich, each word carefully chosen and spoken. He shrugged his weight to his right side. Making sure that his arm was still covered. He nodded a greeting to her. "Danar Swift, may I inquire as to your name lady?"

[Kree]

It was all that it could take as the girl watched him.. Emeralds flicked over his arm, watching him nurse it like a wounded thing, fragile and frail.. Bottom lip moistened with svelte tongue.. Angular ears flicked lightly, the kitten merely tilting her head just a bit.. "Only a fool dilberately bumps into me.. Or someone quite brain damanged.." Soft words as she smiled so politely.. "Kree.. Nice to meet you, Danar.."

[Danar Swift]

Danar nodded and took a bow, to finish the greetings with a flourish. then he turned to the matter of him bumping into her. "Well, as I am neither, the only remaining option is that I was answering your attempt to engage in a conversation, or other dealings, such as a shared evening together, with the people in this room. after all" He took a bite from an apple that was conveniently nearby. "A girl doesn't dress this way just to please herself" by luck, mimicking her thoughts from only a few minutes prior.