<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/childedit1.jpg)</div><em>Solfiria Character Post</em><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post</strong>: Noonish<br/><strong>Time of day ending post</strong>: Noonish<br/><strong>Location beginning post</strong>: Inside the Bold Bison<br/><strong>Location ending post</strong>: Outside the Bold Bison<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with</strong>: Corann, Nemea, Rianna<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required?</strong>No<br/><hr/><br/>Sol listened to Corann try (not for the first time) to convince her that she had some sort of a place in adventuring. When he had the audacity to suggest that the fact that she lived and traveled on her own meant that she must have some sort of skill to keep herself safe, she immediately looked away to hide the urge to roll her eyes. One finger trailed the rim of her cup, nails occasionally stopping to tap at it as she listened to him. Glory... he spoke of it like it was really that easy... The promise of glory would override every other need and instinct one had in their life. Solfiria's priority list was simple, and glory and riches didn't even make the list. Food, sleep, imprinting, survival... those were what got her by, and this group seemed headed for death and dismemberment and all the "glory" that seemed to go with them.<br/><br/>She didn't answer his pleas that she at least give them some insight in what she could do for them, and instead sat perfectly still... until the door to the inn opened again. She didn't have to turn to feel the magic on the person entering. She didn't have to turn to know it was female. Her feather-light brows drew together in a frown for a moment as goosebumps wrote their braille message up and down her spine and along her arms beneath her robes. The message was simple... get out, get out now. Get back under the open sky and it's roiling clouds. Feel her heart beat echo the thunder over head... the lightning pulse it's way through her muscles, writing a sizzling, snapping, cracking message of freedom inside of her.<br/><br/>Corann's sudden movement to stand was abrupt enough to make Sol's mismatched eyes snap up to look up at him, and something in her gaze seemed... different. Her head canted slightly, watching him as he moved to a scantily clad woman sitting at a nearby table. His stance had changed, his face was serious, but there was something more to it... Watching with a placid face from behind her veil, she took in his movements as he went to the woman's table. Fingers twitching slightly, she felt the tension crawl through her and her nails scratched at the cup more rapidly. All at once, the tension seemed to leave her and the twitching of her hand stopped. In one fluid movement, she produced a few coins to pay for her drink, leaving them beside the cup and ignoring any protests from Nemea that he would pay, she stood and turned, making her way from the Inn and the crowd gathered there in a flutter of robes like the movement of the shifting, billowing clouds gathering above the town.<br/><br/>Outside, an ominous rumble of thunder over head threatened to spill gallons upon gallons of water down on the town and the tiny robe-swathed woman sighed, lifting her face to the sky as if in anticipation of the first cold drops kissing her skin. Her breathing came easier now... the tension seemed to sink from her muscles even as the promise of the incoming storm rumbled through her core. A soft sigh of near pleasure left her lips as her eyes closed. Why wouldn't it rain? Why did it have to keep threatening? Mismatched hues were revealed once more as lids slid upward and revealed them and she bit her lip. This felt good... a real storm would feel better. She could see herself laying naked on the grass in the middle of a field with the rain pelting down on her, caressing her curves with white-hot, stinging droplets that made her arch and writhe. She could imagine the build up of tension and overwhelming sensations within her... the way it built and built and grew until it exploded through her, like the torrential downpour building itself above her head.<br/><br/>Still... for all her wishing, the rain wouldn't come. Shifting her pack on her back, she glanced around her at the town and frowned, unsure where to go. Moving to find a place to sit along side the Inn but out of the way of those traveling the town's streets, she lowered herself to settle there, drawing slow, deep breaths and closing her eyes as one hand lifted to rub at the sun carved in to the skin between her brows.