<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Leone2_zpsx1ooacdj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zephyria<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Notable Content:</strong><hr/>"Awww... is it over already? Damn." The disappointed huff was little more than murmur as she turned up her bowl and attempted to scrape any left over scraps and juices into her wide open mouth. Unfortunately, the stew she'd been given for this evening's ration had disappeared as quickly and completely as every other meal she'd had in the past four days. Four days that had been a weird mix of cloudy confusion, invigorating excitement, and a burgeoning spirit. And near constant hunger.<br/><br/>It wasn't her intent to diminish the very real circumstances she found herself in what with having woken up somewhere she didn't remember falling asleep in the first place, but bloody hell she was hungry! Like all the time! Ok so no, she wasn't starving or even malnourished--not yet at least--but meals definitely ended far too soon for her liking and cost far too much of the meager coin she'd received. Impractical as it was, she couldn't help but dream of delicious feasts and nights of plenty. And if there were perhaps a bevy of nubile beauties there to feed it to her... well, she certainly wouldn't complain. A woman had to have goals after all.<br/><br/>Setting aside her dish, the spunky blonde known as Zephyria attempted to make herself comfortable by leaning against the nearest body as if she had every right. Nimble fingers ruffled through her hair and reclining nonchalantly she glanced around to note others in various stages of thought and conversation, smirking slightly. She did not seek to eavesdrop nor did she pay much mind to the female who'd first spoken up beyond looking her over--at least not until she began speaking not to her heart, but to her gut.<br/><br/>Zeph's days were not spent idly, not by half, but in truth, as much as she'd done, she'd not yet accomplished anything. The word<em>job</em>of course left a sour taste in her mouth but there was indeed something there if such a thing would allow her to venture out and really get her blood pumping AND allow her to earn the sorts of meals she fantasized about. Again, goals.<br/><br/>As others spoke up to voice their opinions or offer themselves up, Zeph remained precisely where she was. She thought about standing and making some impassioned declaration that would have others--especially the women--flocking to her but as she was warm and surprisingly comfortable at present she saw no point in moving just yet, especially as she continued to think over what the female had said.<br/><br/>"Slaying monsters, eh?" Her husky tones held a slight rasp as she spoke only loud enough for those closest to her to hear, her thoughts churning. She knew she didn't look like much what with her lack of the more common sorts of gear but if she was concerned or otherwise self-conscious about this or her prospects it didn't show. "Sure. Sign me up. Though I'll caution I am probably not for the faint of heart," she half shrugged, a grin springing to life. "If I'm going to do this then I want to venture to where the wild things are and take on the biggest and baddest! I mean, no guts, no glory, right?" Zeph's head tilted and her eyes gleamed with an edge of something that seemed a mix of humor and hunger just as she added, "Or food."