Nisha seems to greatly enjoy the puzzlement of her companion when the horns disappear and she hides her tail. She was a normal woman for the moment, or mostly so. Her eyes were still the color of obsidian and there was definitely something a little ‘off’ about her that couldn’t be particularly placed but otherwise she fit in , in all but dress and demeanor. Of course she frowns slightly when Tyl’ra yet again turns away her advances  though this time they were actually fairly innocent in and of themselves.<span style="color: blue"> “ I may not have the ‘need’ but I have the want to. At least let me have that much.” </span><br/><br/>A smile breaks across her face, much larger than usual as she looks over at Tyl’ra. She remains there, transfixed for a moment, admiring the tall desert dweller for some reason unbeknownst to her until of course she is hurried along the quickly advancing elf and the news that the outpost was not far off. Despite her injuries the Tiefling woman does her best to keep up, to keep time with Tyl’ra though she inevitably fell behind the other woman, her feet dragging slightly on the well worn dirt of the forest road as she watched Tyl’ra maintain her swift, efficient pace ahead of her.<span style="color: blue">“It’s magic you know, that’s how I do it. It’s common in my world.”</span><br/><br/>It was there that the Tiefling found herself admiring, just like the elf had behind her, the swaying of Tyl’ras hips and the shape of her small, toned rump tucked away in her tight leathers. Unlike Tyl’ra however she does not try to push the thoughts from her head, letting herself instead be distracted by the dizzying flurry of fragmented feelings and thoughts as she stares on and struggles to keep pace. Clearly she was beginning to feel something for Tyl’ra that was perhaps a little beyond mere physical attraction though she was unsure just what it was. Whatever it was it was still clearly quite nascent and would likely fade … if she wanted it to and truth be told, she didn’t.<br/><br/>It continues like this for some time, the pair walking with Nisha some distance apart and ‘admiring’ the gods handiwork, if such things actually existed on Athas. The village, when they finally came upon it was actually some sort of outpost just beyond the great gats of Gulg. There was a myriad of people milling about between bamboo shanties and shacks and a even greater number milled about near the largest of such buildings, the large in where those not yet cleared to enter the actual city of Gulg stayed and waited or traded their goods with the many foreign visitors to the forest city. There were of course members of the warrior caste present as guards, set infrequently about the fairly large town outside the large wooden gates of Gulg.<br/><br/>Nisha herself was surprised by the variation of color and peoples all around. Her eyes wide as the structures appear on the horizon and only more so as the catcalls of merchants and vendors strewn about on carpets and shanty-stalls. It was so dissimilar from home but at the same time felt much closer to it than anything she’d seen since coming to sigil. Nisha wants to hit her knees and kiss the dirt of the road but she doesn’t, her body instead settles for embarrassing her and a few tears form at the pit of her eyes which she quickly wipes away delicately with a finger before clearing her throat.<span style="color: blue"> “ I must say… I wasn’t actually expecting this much from the way your world is..”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>