(https://66.media.tumblr.com/5e56da077be8d9c825b0427c41dccc13/tumblr_o3cit6V5rX1sp8yqvo1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Xana<br/>Valenlands, Forest<br/>Tag: Tasha</strong><br/><br/>"Well, there's the outpost and a splash of water but, genuine bathing?" She seemed thoughtful. "There is the Last Stand Inn, a few miles east." She nodded. Xana, albeit seeming a bit rougher in approach actually blushed under the girls curious fingers. Her low quality armor actually was not that hard to explore, though, at one point Xana grabbed Tasha's hand.. and revealed a blade, hidden in one of her garments folds, almost having cut into the half-elfs finger.<br/><br/>She cleared her throat looking back to her rider, but quickly refocusing on the road. "What is this, are you some saint? Not everyone has a nice life, you know. There's no noble story here." She said, defensively, with her moaning out upon the horse.<br/>"Ahmnn.. oh w-what are you doing!" She exhaled heavily, her nipples quickly hardening with increasing, warm bloodflow under the teasing fingers. "Aaahmn.. get me.. inked? We.. well that'd be a ways offroad from where you were headed, but there is a decent enough place..." She mused on, then sighed, as they rode on, exhaling and shaking her head. Up close, her skin was soft and smooth, though it did show a scar or the other. She wasn't sickish, but there was a hint of malnourished weariness to her that she had hidden well until the half-elf got up close.<br/><br/>"I was one of too many kids. Food was scarce and work was scarcer, simple farmers daughter. I ran away, sucessfully, first tried joining the Hawken military, realized quickly that I didn't have the discipline to praise some great emperor or stand around for days.<br/>Went to Maldur, that turned out shit as soon as I realized there were few ways for a young, uneducated girl to make money, the most money.. well, I didn't want to do any of that.. err.." She hesitated, pressing her chest ever so slightly outward into the caress as she rode on, slowing down slightly. She was not innocent, but clearly, not used to being touched in such a way either.<br/><br/>"Now my claim to fame is being a girl in charge of a tiny group of bandits.. well, really, not much of that even anymore either. Listen." She shook her head, seeming uncertain of herself now.<br/>"I'm not a good person. Life ain't pretty, so I ain't pretty to it either. I'm not some banished noble or rebelling guard-captain or some shit. What do you even want with me, why do you care?" The last sentence seemd to have a subtly implied 'no one else did' within it. Also, a slight moan, but that was for other reasons.<br/><br/>Along the road, an inn had come into view if the mesmerist had allowed Xana to ride onwards at her own pace. It was a small thing, with gnarled wood, build sturdy and slightly into the ground. Xana slowed down ever so slightly, if it was uncertainty about how welcoming the Inn would be, or a secret desire of hers for the ride not too end too soon, was hard to tell.