<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/43/c9/48/43c948cf0b58d06216639103d490754d.jpg)</div>She takes the white chalk like mixture that he has mixed together.  She begins applying the mixture.   She even puts it in her hair, streaking it through.  The more she works on changing her appearance, the more she begins looking like some shamanistic savage barbarian woman.   She takes the leather thong given to her and with it weaves a braid on her left side that further pulls the hair back from her face.  She pulls out a harsh frayed woven cloth material that is black.  She does not put it on.   Darius can see she can wear it as a loincloth or wrap around her hips.<br/><br/>Finished she would stand and turn around revealing her work to him.  "Do  I look like a shaman barbarian now?"  She did not need to ask Darius she indeed has transformed herself.<br/><br/>Layla waited for his approval, she needed it from the Hellhound.   She had lashed out in her rebuttal earlier.  She had been scared with what he had said.  It was not his fault.   Further, she liked being naked and him looking at her.  She has not missed the looks he gives.<br/><br/>"This should work,  I can wear this as a wrap or loincloth.   More than it will look like I'm trying to hide.   No, it fits what stories travelers that have seen us will say.   They just figure that they omitted this part.   That I likely a barbarian shaman traveling with someone of demon blood."<br/><br/>Nothing would happen that night.   In the morning, she is up already.   You see she has poured some water from the water skin onto the dirt and mixed up some mud.   Which she has been  applying to her white horse, hand prints of mud.   A mud circle around the horse's left eye.   Making the horse more suitable for a barbarian shaman.   She turns and looks at you, she smiles, seeing you up and looking at her.<br/><br/>"I think I should be called Songbird.  Such is a good tribal name from a barbarian culture.   Don't you think so?"<br/><br/>She reaches out and touch his arm and speak more.<br/><br/>"My master was a good judge of men.  He would never have chosen you if you're not capable.  I also trust and have faith in you."<br/><br/>There is no deception in her voice.  There is a ring of conviction.  More than that, she did not look down on his heritage.   Instead, she looked and sees the man he has strived to be.   Then it occurs to Darius.  She has had this cloth that can be used as either a wrap or loincloth, and she has chosen not to put it on before.   Which meant she enjoyed the exhibition with him being the audience.<br/><br/><br/><br/>