Nisha was almost entirely absorbed in her study of the tree’s bark, marveling at the novel feeling of the thick and sturdy scale-like ‘skin’ of the great tree beneath the soft pads of her fingers and under the sharp tips of her nails. So distracted was the abyssal-blooded woman that she did not even notice the elf moving off into the forest in a huff until some moments after.<br/>A smirk rises on her features, pale pink lips curling upwards in satisfaction as she observes the flustered demeanor of the elf after she catches up to the much taller woman, looking slightly winded and her cheeks pink from the sun. In the tiefling’s mind it was the joke that had spurred the elf on and made her look almost entirely uncomfortable , like she’d stumbled down the wrong alleyway in Sigil. It was so easy for Nisha to see her effect on the woman and that alone was intoxicating for some reason.  The Tiefling knew she had the elf in the palm of her hand almost, despite how much she’d tried and the thought was quite reassuring in this hellhole… and arousing.<br/><span style="color: blue"><br/>
“ Can such a beautiful place /really/ be so dangerous Tyl’ra?!” </span>The woman exclaims her question,looking about the hearty agafari trees as they head further into the forest and those same trees she found so wonderful begin to close in around them like predators looking for a meal, the gnashing teeth of a beast ready to consume them should they go errant in their journey. None of this was scary to Nisha however; in fact it was all amazing to her. The woman’s pretty obsidian eyes wander from treetop to treetop and along the base of the forest floor as she follows her guide close, trying every now and then to teasingly hook their forearms together as they walked under the excuse of<span style="color: blue"> “just to keep up with you.”</span><br/><br/>Their feet soon find a road, or what could pass for one in a forest at least. It was little more than nearly black, fertile dirt worn into a rough path from the feet of many generations that had long since tread the same path they were now. The heat and humidity were beginning to increase as well and it showed quite well through Nisha. Sweat was beginning to bead at her brow just below the crest of her elegant white horns and her once loose shirt was now beginning to stick to her body, conforming to her breasts and the triangle of her lower back as if it too had the mind to tease the desert running elf. Despite this however she’d seemed to lost some of her chipper mood as the climate became all the more unpleasant, her face was in a frown and the trees that once stirred her interest now were her worst enemy.<br/><br/>Running the back of her hand along her forehead and tail sweeping the well-trod dirt of the road with palpable irritation the Tiefling looks up to her guide and sighs.<span style="color: blue">“I take it back, Tyl'ra, all of it. This is not beauty. It is hell.It is like I am breathing water and I have never sweated in these places before!” </span>Her comment was made with no venom but she was clearly unhappy at this point, so much so that she was likely making more noise than was good for the pair. After all many beasts dwelt on Athas, many of them carnivorous and deadly… and the one watching them from the treetops certainly was, it’s lithe cat-like form well hidden in the branches it was draped across.<br/><br/>Eyes still locked on the elf the heated Tiefling lets out an exasperated little sigh after her comment, sweat beading down from her face along the graceful, swanlike curve of her throat, the bead dipping into her cleavage only to run into the fabric of her shirt.<span style="color: blue"> “How far is the city Tyl’ra? And pray tell do they have baths? I will kindly pay for us both one to escape this feeling.”</span>She looks down at herself, drenched in sweat and shakes her head, hair catching on her horns.  Through all of this she remained woefully ignorant of the instincts that told her she was being observed and woefully unaware of how much she was possibly irritating the elf at this point, after all she had her in the palm of her hand.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>