<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/d2/a1/92d2a172c9531280027117d4051d3651.jpg)</div>Sariel Moonwhisper (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1834639)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Upper deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sena, Anya, and Amillia<br/><hr/><strong>"W-worship?"</strong>Sariel seemed surprised to hear that whatever this was, was a form of worship. A quick glance out at the sea was enough to bring on a small wave of uneasiness.<strong>"Well. Oh... it <em>would</em> be nice to have <em>some</em> benevolence from the sea on this voyage,"</strong>Sariel replied. The three women were definitely fetching, and well, why study the other races from<em>afar</em>? Sena's invitation cinched it, and Sariel approached the three of them.<br/><br/>As asked, the elf did indeed go to kneel before Sena, looking<em>entirely</em>curious. Those bright emerald eyes explored her, more out of fascination than immediate lust... Sariel had seen nude human women before - just sketched one getting hammered by an orc in fact - but never quite this close or... intimately.<strong>"My name is... Sariel. I'm not - Aaah!"</strong>a soft cry of surprise when the wind caught the elf's hood, pulling it back and sending long streamers of wavy platinum-blonde hair whipping out. it distracted Sariel for a moment, and when the wizard looked back to Sena, she had raised and offered her leg, and his breath caught a little at what she revealed.<br/><br/>Sena found her heel cupped in one hand, while Sariel's other stroked over the top and her ankle. The elf's fingers were gentle, dexterous, soft to the touch; certainly no swordsman or laborer, this one! Sariel's eyes traveled up the length of the human's leg, resting for a moment on the treasure between... then further up. Amillia got a curious smile when their eyes met, before Sariel peered at Sena's expression, trying to read her.<br/><br/><em>Apparently this is some sort of communion,</em>came to mind.<em>The other two are just holding, how should I... Oh!</em>Sena felt warmth then, Sariel's lips touching her instep, hesitantly at first; Sariel has never thought to kiss someone's feet, but if you're going to do it, there's certainly far worse feet to start with. The elf's ears perked at the sweetness of Sena's skin.<strong>"Oh, that's <em>different</em>. Not all humans are... sweet?"</strong>Sariel secretly hoped they were, but for<em>right now</em>... there was another kiss, hands still stroking her foot. The pad of each toe got a kiss, with the smallest actually getting a suckle, the elf giggling at what he felt was his own mischievousness. Then her ankle received its share of kisses. Sariel's tender lips then began peppering her calf with warmth, exploring the curve of muscle and soft skin. Sariel seemed in no particular hurry, enjoying the unique sensation and taste (with the occasional brush of an even warmer tongue-tip) but was, indeed, climbing up towards her knee and perhaps beyond, the whole time, jade eyes looking up at Sena.<br/><br/><strong>"You're right, miss," </strong>Sariel's words came to Anya, nose brushing along Sena's knee  before pressing another kiss to where it joins her thigh,<strong>"I've attended many services, but never with an altar so fine or wine so sweet."</strong>