<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/CRvu3q3u0zZQ7wk7QTcFhEhQIqdKbYGIjOZU4QqfBNrwGHbx0If8ji5rGDd5RFRX7WfxQ976sg=w274-h437-no)</div>Name: Callista de Sanctis<br/>Time:  Day 1 Morning<br/>Location: Reception Center<br/>Tagging: Open / Lebhannah and Cathris Thorne<br/>Notes/Warning: Friendly-er<br/><br/>The soft clink of the succubus' piece against her own necklace echoed softly in the air around them, and at her approach her hand squeezed the angel's harder. Could she really be just about to become the newest battlefield in the constant war between Celestials and Fiends? As long as it remained bloodless and bladeless, perhaps Callista wasn't far too much against it, truth be told! Their perfumes were so inebriating to her human senses, dull as they were compared to all other sorts of unusual creatures being held here as guests. With a tender huff, she almost had forgotten that she herself was nothing less than a 'blessed one' among humans.<br/><br/>Just as she turned her back, Callista lashed out on a reflex motion. She didn't even notice it as her hand held to the Succubus' wrist. Cathris' skin was so soft! Down bellow, she stirred. Thanks heavens for the sarong around her lovely, wide hips. At once she flustered. "Uhm... think we could go along there too? I mean, damn it, I really ought to relax - but I'd rather do it with some quality company of some fine, new friends, yes?" Her other hand still squeezes softly upon Lebhannah.<br/><br/>Curses. She wanted to be around them both, and specially at once - a little reticent to either side's phylandering and proselitism. What she liked were her long, loooong, lovely curves.