<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/02/cc/7d/02cc7dd8e0d76469ac60fd12421d4095.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>N’ebthe:</strong><br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Nefasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Storage area, Slave piers<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Zidir, Ilhan<br/><hr/><br/>N’ebe knew the ways of men but even had she not she wouldn’t have needed to see past his mask to know his thoughts. She also knew that no one would buy a hen if she handed out all her eggs as samples first. For as Chaste as she had been all her life she observed well enough the rituals between man and woman, and in so liked to think she knew how to reel a fish in despite her inexperience. His presence loomed over like the shade of an Acacia tree – a welcoming escape from the suns’ heat coupled with the unnerving awareness of sharp thorny flesh just inches away at the same time. It drew an unwilling shiver down her spine, keenly aware of the predatory prowess a man held – especially at such height differences. Yet there was something<i>more</i>there, the way her spirit brushed and wound with his at their closer proximity. It would seem she was curious about him on more than just the corporeal level.<br/><br/><i>”Eight.”</i>She murmured, reaching for his jaw once more but this time with an intent to guide onto her level and even lower still. If she was met with no resistance she would lead his ear to rest at the valley between her breasts, giving him as much time as he needed to hear the pitter patter of that eighth language beating steadily against her chest.<i>”If all is known then there leaves nothing to explore.”</i>She explained the wisdom of her years with an innocent coo more befitting a child.<br/><br/><i>”I see the shade of the hollows, the bends of a rigid snake of black winding beneath my wiggling toes.”</i>And those toes wiggled pointedly beneath her. She would allow him to rise at his discretion but did not seem to be in any hurry for him to do so.<i>”It does not move, there is no life.”</i>At least when it came to the corridors beneath her, she could only see within a certain range.<br/><br/><br/>