<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/rLTrIAg.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Iron Sand<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The stone lion's dungeon<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Iron Sand's closes her eyes as Evening Glory uses the claws to pluck strings, head tilted back as the music plays. There's a bit of a pout briefly on her lips as the song ends but she just moves to rest against one of the walls watching the ifrit play and Glory dance. The interuption of the third dance has her tensing but it's not till the ifrit's words are translated that she stomps a foot against the ground. "Why are they even here in the first place?" With a sigh she straightens up and faces the ifrit, fist meeting palm before her chest as she dips into a bow.<br/><br/>The others searching for gear was ignored save to stay out of the way as she went digging through treasure herself. Eventually she stops searching with three items in hand, teeth worrying her lips as she stares at the bracers and mass of thick silk. Setting aside the mass of silk she slowly runs her fingers across the silvery bracers before slipping them on, fingers tugging at them to ensure the fit. With that done she gives one last glance at her torn top before shucking her clothing and letting the torn and filthy garments drop to the floor.  With only a fundoshi covering her she stretches, shoulders and arms then torso and hips and finally her legs. With that done she dresses in the silken garb and finds it a touch small, the leggings cling to her form while the top barely manages to cinch around her bust.<br/><br/>Frowning at the exposed cleavage and tightly clinging silk she leans backwards, body folding in half as her hands settle on the ground by her heels. Her legs swing up into the air leaving her in a handstand before she slowly spreads her legs till the stretch out to either side of her upside down body. Her hands slide closer together and she twists, outstretched feet whipping through the air before with a flex of her arms she flips to land on one foot while the other curls behind her. Her frown replaced with a wild grin she takes a deep breath before closing her eyes, lips moving soundlessly as she takes slow and deep breaths unknowing of the faint riot of color that plays across both bracers and the silken garb ever so briefly.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">So that's 10 motes to attune bracers and armor.</div></div>