<div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/4dc1c50618b8ae79bb8e4806bf202d2f/tumblr_n5he5mLZKz1tx9cjuo1_500.png)</div><br/><strong>Ixelshasi 'Ix'</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266718.msg13155574#msg13155574)<br/><hr/><br/>Her ears flicked in irritation and she hissed softly, glancing over her shoulder at the rest of them.  "I prefer an arid climate.  Everything here smells of mildew and rot."  Her whiskers twitched and she turned from the fire, allowing it to warm her back as she reached for the thick, clay mug of mulled wine and the matching mug of hot, spiced cream.  Her fingers wrapped around the wine and she let her eyes fall half-closed as she absorbed the heat through the dark skin on her palms.<br/><br/>"I begin to question if the coin I've made on this trip has been sufficient to make up for the inconveniences and boredom."  She sipped her wine, tail swaying behind her with an unconscious rhythm, languidly dancing back and forth, as if it had a mind of its own.  Her tongue flicked over her lips to lick away any possible residue from the wine, and she looked to the tavern girl who'd brought their drinks, slowly tilting her head and smiling at her.<br/><br/>"Would you be so kind as to fetch me a bowl of whatever that smell is?  Mutton stew?"  She sniffed the air delicately and furrowed her brow.  "Something like that.  It's hard to parse from the rain and smell of sweaty men."  She glanced at their half-orc companions with a slightly teasing smirk and traded her wine to sip her cream, alternating sips from each.  The flavors of both, the relative comfort of being indoors, and the warmth of the fire served to lift her mood and kept her purring quietly.