<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br/>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br/>Time: Day 1, Late Evening<br/>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br/><br/><hr/><br/>With a small smile, Iggy listened to the man's story. Her mind buzzed with the compilation of various stories she could recall, all about spirit animals, Shamans, and the tribal world in general. Although the word 'magic' was hard for her to believe, she chose not to say anything. Raised by a military man, magic and other-worldly things were seen as a complete joke; just stories for children to dwell on when they had nothing better to do. She had held fast to that belief, never having found proof of any of the accusations of truth that people insisted on making. The closest she had gotten to such a truth was when she spent time with the tribes, but she still tried to connect that to Chi, Ki, and the various other sources of inner power known to Asian cultures. FeatherTail's explanation gives the woman an understanding of where he would be right now, had he things gone well for him, her smile turning into a more saddened one.<br/><br/>When his fingers touched her skin, Iggy stirred, eyes attempting to follow their movement; it was a failed attempt, but such a delicate touch was unheard of in her world. She was used to something rough, almost dangerous, that shown the animalistic side of men. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy that side - it could be quite a bit of fun - but a hand softly moving through her hair, so slowly and calmly; it almost scared her. The hand that rested on her cheek was warm and caring, causing her body to melt under it, though not before a short, hidden chill found itself bounding down her spine, reacting to the touch on her lips. The words that followed would have turned her into a puddle of goo on the bed. There was only one person in the world that had ever said something so genuine to her; her third grade crush you moved away nearly a week after he had gotten up the nerve to hold her little hand. Thinking such a thing made her want to laugh, but the look in FeatherTail's eyes only allowed her to fall closer against the man.<br/><br/>"Is it strange that you're the only man to ever say such a thing to me? To even attempt to make me feel truly calm and comfortable... Happy, even?" All thoughts seemed to be erased from her mind as her hand found itself against that broad chest, slowly sliding up to rest against his neck. Eyes flickering back up to him, she seemed torn, unsure of what to say or do. But the words kept ringing in her ears and a sort of joy she couldn't remember feeling filled her body, warming her from head to toe. The woman murmured a soft, "Thank you, FeatherTail, for caring," as her head tilted up in his hand, lids low but grey orbs still flooded with emotion, her lips pressing softly against his. Such an intimate, caring moment was one she had never experienced, but that short, simple kiss told Iggy that she could trust the man with all she had. Those grey orbs that now gazed into his began to crown with that strange gold ring that showed itself when she enjoyed time in the sun. Apparently, that wasn't the only occasion that would give her that odd coloring, but she was far from aware of it. The man before her made her feel happier and stronger than she ever had before. Her guards were down and thrown out the window, yet she couldn't have cared less. Lying there with him made all the sense in the world and she almost hoped morning wouldn't come.