Gabrielle's lips tingled softly at the blind girl's kiss, leaning into it with a gentle passion, drawing closer. Her tongue carefully extended, flicking over the other woman's now as she felt this... this heat, overtaking her....<br/><br/>Then Camelia seemed to get... uncomfortable. It reminded her that her and Obscura had sort of forced their way into the wagon under -slightly- false pretenses in order to try getting the Tattooed Lady into a threesome. As Cam said her rushed goodbyes, the magician attempted a<span style="color: #000080">"Merci, we did not mean to--"</span>only to be greeted by the click of the door closing.<br/><br/>She let out a soft sigh and turned back to Obscura. She wondered what was going through the seer's head, what she saw, felt, thought. Obscura would always be a bit of a mystery to Gabrielle.<span style="color: #000080">"...Oops."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>