<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4b/02/42/4b024225317d660c10c1354e6c9c80be.jpg)</div>"Dude!," Tatra burst out, giving the cotton candy pixie that had popped up next to her a bright grin and a quick, cool hand squeeze, then covering her mouth with her pale fingers and giggling as a number of people turned around to find the source of the outburst. 'Dude' was a handy, non-gender-specific quasi-pronoun for her, a way to avoid pissing people off accidentally. She didn't care- people deserved to be called whatever they wanted, pretty much, she figured. But navigating the label game was as hard as finding Peet's coffee off the West coast. "Love. The. Hair.  Wish mine would take some color. Sit, sit-"<br/><br/>Then she went still as the ring appeared as if by magic in Nyx's lip. The little person wasn't quick enough to hide the glint of the metal, though Tara couldn't really see any details, was simply aware that it hadn't been there a second before. "Whoa. totally cool. Wish I could do that, but I have to do it the old-fashioned way." By way of demonstration, she took out one her her smallest lip studs, and without even a blink poked the shaft through the flesh of her nostril. A quick fumbling got the backing on it, and voila! Lip ornament had become nose decoration. "Like that. I move 'em around a fair bit when the mood strikes."<br/><br/>Patting the seat beside her, she physically reiterated her invitation to sit. "Wasn't Nyx a God- sorry,<em>deity</em>- of the Night? Or am I screwing that up? I'm Tara." Leaning in a tad, she squinted at the side of the new arrivals' face.  "Ohemmgee, that ear gage is cuuuuute!"<br/><br/>What? She'd always been gregarious and flirtatious (though she'd never have used the first word, since she couldn't likely spell it)