Tyl'ra's ears perked at the way the Tiefling's voice dropped slightly and the subtle hint of dark promise underlying her words. She wrinkled her nose again and her eyes traced the soft contours of Nisha's face. Seeing those perplexing black eyes staring back at her made her feel fidgety. The elf felt her heart thumping in her chest at the sight. The outlander was attractive, in a soft sort of way. That she was attracted was a little bit of a surprise to her as the strange woman was not any of the things that she was normally attracted to. Then again, she had never really seen anyone that looked the way she did. Still the attraction seemed odd. For the briefest moment, the elf suspected the sorceress of using some form of magic to spur that reaction but she shrugged it off as quickly as it came. She was wise enough to know that she was simply trying to push her own feelings, her weakness, to an external source.<br/><br/>The fact that the Tiefling seemed to flaunt her body made it only harder to ignore. The way she stood with her hands on her hips made Tyl'ra want to squirm. It was unusual to have someone be so forward with her. Most potential mates seemed to find her intimidating. The way that Nisha's eyes roamed and the way she nibbled at her lower lip was too much and in a huff the savage spun away.<span style="color: darkorange"> "I will gather the water we will need. If you have any way to cover your head and face I would suggest it, otherwise you will burn."</span>It never occurred that if the strange woman gave off warmth that she made give her some protection from the harsh rays. Tyl'ra stomped over to the watering hole, muttering to herself about how foolish all of this was. Dropping easily into a crouch she leaned forward to fill her two water skins. The tight, deep brown leather strained against the athletic but still full curves of her backside and gave the outlander quite a wonderful, if unintentional view. Her slender hips, the smooth bare skin of her lower back and the taut flesh of her ass were all practically on display<span style="color: darkorange">. "Be ready, we leave shortly!" </span>She called gruffly over her shoulder. The tall elf dared not look at the other woman. There was just something about her that made sane thought seem harder.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkorange">"I should have just killed and looted her when I had the chance"</span>She mumbled under her breath. She the blessing that had appeared from nowhere was in fact a curse. A curse with gold and metal... and very pretty eyes. She growled again. What had she gotten herself into?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>