<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/pTABkwO.jpg)</div>Curra Xar’cha (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1895388)<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rosa, Senna<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Grinning as the halfling rose up to nearer eye-level, Curra produced an annoyed, disappointed, and nasal honk as she got a more unexpected goosing.  “<em>Zut!</em>Poets and word games...” she murmured, but instead of pouting just blew a sarcastic kiss and rested a hand on the small of Senna’s back to support her new higher perch.  The hired muscle was evidently accustomed to being used as furniture and scaffolding as well.<br/><br/>“I have no care about returning to ze city.  What do you say,<em>ma souris</em>, travel ze world?  New business and partners for intercourse?”