<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Very nicely thought out ideas on the reasons behind the choices earlier, though I will admit what I did with our dear Sarah Applemane probably fell kind of short, but the idea spark I originally had seemed to crack and evaporate during the writing because of something that took place. I am still surprised pleasantly at the image you found and enjoyed the read immensely, but at the same time I was left feeling a bit embarrassed at my own stumble and miss on that last section, followed by a few other concerns in mind. The reply after the last has taken up longer than it rightfully should have, given my attempt to recapture something I lost, but I'm going to declare it a lost cause and move onwards with our tale a little so as to not stall it entirely just because I managed to bomb my own idea apart on the runway.</div></div><br/><br/>There was a blush along Sarah's face at the time as he caressed her side with a finger, ticklish as she might be she seemed to be determined to hold still, but natural reactions were definitely a challenge to stiffle, yet she seemed determined and though embarrassed, also looking rather proud in a way. An odd mixture of embarrassment and yet excitement to be so observed. Yet as Tera spoke of the more animated company, it appeared that there was a faint glance from the halfling woman present, though not a word said nor a real move made to shift out of place. Tehr's fingers on the thigh lifting up a bit to eat, juicy cut of melon wetting his tongue saw her inhale a faint bit deeper momentarily, her perky, curvy chest rising slightly before she caught herself and tried to hold still again.<br/><br/>Tera's smile was full of mirth and warmth however at his nickname as a lovely wilf eld seeming to be happy to join him for a meal while glancing at him and then at herself.<strong>"Happily, a little treat is always welcome after all..."</strong>She reached down to pluck up a half of a cherry tomato, resting on a bed of leaves on the halfling woman's chest just beneath her bosom. Raising it to her lips she bit to it lightly having a bit of the juice flow at the corner of her lip and her chin before brushing it off with her hand, not exaggerated but simple, brief gesture of not dining like someone in high society for a change.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmh. People like to believe we have always been as civilized as we are. That people as long lived as elves are born and raised noble, sophisticated, and learned."</strong>She snorted and smiled to him.<strong>"It is actually remarkably easy to forget most elves get to spend decades of youth running wild letting go of the more urgent rushes and to calm down enough to take up some 'manners', how much of that sticks varies."</strong>She actually chuckled merrily at this.<strong>"I ain't exactly a courtly lady and you know it. I hunt, I carve wood, I make my own arrows time to time, I've done my share of work on maintaining a leather outfit, but I'm terrible with metal smithing."</strong>She winked.<strong>"But you get the image. I am someone who learned that the wilds provide, and I made damn sure growing up I wouldn't let someone else tell me what I could or could not do. Bit of a tomboy."</strong>She rolled her eyes at this.<br/><br/><strong>"My reasons for getting out, well I've spoken of my wanderlust. Unlike some, I don't just want to see the world a few day's march away from home, I really want to roam a bit more. Yet it doesn't mean I am without a destination, just running wild with the wind. I like to plan and occasionally improvise, but keep a sensible head. A huntress doesn't always find what she looks for, but she will make due. Plans adapt and change with life. My ancestors foraged, hunted, and then cultivated the lands and the green. They had men and women alike trained to fight, because while like humans they expected men to fight and die to protect the women, they also expected the women to fight and die to protect their children should the men fall."</strong>She looked at least a touch embarrassed at that point, letting out a short laugh.<br/><br/><strong>"I'd say... the idea of a few surviving men having a number of partners later on was practical and socially acceptable at those old wild times. Long lives also lend themselves to courtships short and fast, as well as long and elaborate alike. There are those who enjoy each day and cherish the fact we have so many, and those who believe we are in no rush and enjoy the journey perhaps more than the bards romantice it. Still..."</strong>She picked a leaf from besides a nipple, tugging it loose and brushing it to her side, where the blue paint clung to her closely, before pulling it back away, showing it was almost spotless clean, but not entirely. Raising it up before his nose, brushing close.<br/><br/><strong>"The scent of morning dew, the floral bounty, the surroundings, a mixture of natural ingredients applied to the skin helps hide the hunter from some of the senses, or at least confuse beings roaming the wilds. The blue also serves as markings."</strong>She gestured at a large patch along her arm and smiled.<strong>"Strong woman, supports herself... to apply as much is to show willingness to hunt, to fight."</strong>She gestured at a bit along her chin and leading towards her throat.<strong>"Thirst of life, someone likely to roam even alone, often also a sign of young adult or on an adult, of wanderlust."</strong>She then reached down the thin blue line from between her perky breasts leading down with a thin empty spot before and after her navel before leading down to the leather riding up her crotch.<strong>"The path is a touch different, it invites for a lover's touch, but a lover must trail the whole path without interruption, and without a rush, to be accepted. It is flirting, beginning high on the chest, but leading down to one's belly and downwards it begins to invite intimacy beyond a playful grope, and often lends itself to a point of where a hand is slapped aside if rejected, or, if one is halted but left to lay their hand, somewhere along the way, hinting of possibilities."</strong>She smirked a bit.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course, someone trying to rush the line to an end in a hurry is considered... impatient, and likely to be a rather.. quick shooter... and trailing the line is not a guaranteed promise, more a tease, a promise, a suggestion."</strong>She smiled.<strong>"The blackened ink is stories in imagery, but those I would expand upon another time perhaps... yet the clothes, mmm?"</strong>She pecked a kiss on his cheek.<br/><br/><strong>"Serpent is a bringer of wisdom, of medicine. It is ... a disliked animal in some circles, but just as it's spirit deals with poison, it also deals with healing. It is a sign of past suffering overcome, of someone able and willing to overcome. Wisdom, and medicine for the painful lessons."</strong>She brushed the rings on her arm, before touching the metal around her neck.<br/><br/><strong>"The torc... it is a symbol of rank, of authority... I am an accomplished warrior, a hunter, but to wear it is a matter of pride... and yet, it shows submission. To follow the chief, to follow the tribe, the clan."</strong>She smiled at him, seeming to shift her thighs rubbing together momentarily.<strong>"Generally it is granted for accomplishments, it may be a bit presumptous but... I was given permission when I presented the idea, for fighting for the household and those within."</strong>It seemed like something she was almost shyly uncertain of, looking up at him.<br/><br/><strong>"It both... celebrates my roots... and it is freeing to let it all be on show like this... uhmm... and as for the leather?"</strong>She smiled and showed a pair of small knots and string holding it together.<strong>"Why, it is because it is more fun to take things off, and they happened to fit the theme..."</strong>She paused to whisper the last part.<em><strong>"I imagine Fleur enjoyed letting her morning apron come loose just as well, mm?"</strong></em>