<div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldb81iNfrS1qfw0l7o1_500.jpg)</div>Name: Deejay<br/>Tagged: Sila, others?<br/><br/>The delicate young woman who stepped in past the bouncers reached transparent fingers up, flicking her damp hoodie down to reveal a face that might have been cut from glass, casting highlights and rainbow refraction in the dim club's colorful light.<br/><br/>The way she moves gives the lie to any idea of crystalline hardness, however. No mortal woman with hardened bone could match the liquid shimmer and flow of Deejay's hips, even cased as they are in taut, grey denim that glistens damp around her shifting curves. The nixie pauses a moment to take in the view, one teal light sweeping down and suffusing her with the shade of ocean depths. Her watery form steals light, refracting rather than reflecting, and the air chills slightly around her.<br/><br/>Deejay purses her glossy lips, eyeing the altercation with the werewolf a moment before sweeping through the swaying dancers and clots of gawkers towards the far end of the bar. Despite her tense expression, she slips through the crowd with deceptive ease, seeming to swirl without breaking stride past any who try to get in her way...As easily as water finding the path of least resistance downhill.<br/><br/>And that path leads to the striking redhead at the bar's corner. She flows smoothly into place next to the other seeming young woman, but for all her languid ease there's something in her poise like a wave that has reached its peak...ready to crash down with sudden, rending force.<br/><br/>"Fire's daughter," even Deejay's voice has a somewhat slippery edge to it. She reaches out, and transparent fingers catch only colored light, grasping at the empty air where sometimes a leash once hung when Sila ran with the Maidenhood. "Have you heard?"<br/>