<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/34/0b/f4/340bf484e3a74f83547a6f71262d24c8.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Korey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805160#msg14805160)<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>All<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, Unknown<br/><strong>?Wearing:</strong>A Masterpiece of turmoil (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/cf/b7/dbcfb7e5487a7f9569af6ca8bddd5d29.jpg)<br/><strong>?Mood:</strong>Flustered, distracted, playing pretend<br/><hr/>"I highly doubt you swallowed it." Korey teased Fen in return, shining her own cheeky grin. "It'll appear eventually." For that she was certain. Now that they were mortal, sun protection was a must. Not to mention protection from the elements in general. "And I have a name." She added with a certain<i>look</i>that made her disapproval of his nickname clear. Next thing you know, they'd be calling her 'Flower child' or something equally verbose.<i>Korey</i>was just so much easier, and less annoying.<br/><br/>As Fen goes on to devolve the topic to Adan's sexual preferences, Korey can't help but snort as she turns her attention onto the one they all call 'Arbiter' in full. The amount of disdain they throw behind the term has her studying him curiously beneath the veil of her long lashes as she sets to work, subtly searching for symbols of familiarity she never finds. Alas, she was never much for Elysium politics. Her recent arrest basically amounted to her first real expedition into the capital, let alone a city. "Hold still, please." She murmurs as the man continues to debate with those around them, gently taking his hand between her own.<br/><br/>After a brief inspection one of the tails of tiny bundled flowers drooping from her head are plucked free by the stem and placed over the small wound in question. She holds him steady by the wrist, her free hand gently sweeping its fingers a scant few centimeters above blood red petals that all at once seem to grow dark and dry. With a single stroke their life force threads free, leaving behind dried out husks of what they had once been, and sews itself within flesh and blood instead. The sensation is altogether curious, like a subtle tickle or crawling shiver of goose bumps settling over nerves that didn't exist mere seconds ago. "Done." She hums, plucking the dead bristle away from unmarred flesh.<br/><br/>Although he is healed, she is not quite finished. The dead flowers are not simply cast aside like ashes and dust. No. Korey gently, almost tenderly, tucks the plant's remains against her lips. For a brief moment her eyes close, silently giving thanks for its sacrifice. Life is life, after all. Only then, with proper respects, is the plant set aside to feed the malnourished sands with what little it has left to give.<br/><br/>"I was also jailed." She enters the conversation once again, only pausing as Fen takes on his beastly form again. Although she doubts for violence this time, at least. When he is finished whatever it is he was doing, she actually finds herself in awe. "Wow. That's quite a talent!" She exclaims, then blinks. "...What's an Arizona...?"