<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div>Accustomed to establishing dominance on the battlefield and to a lifestyle where that alone was enough to establish fear and respect in the community Phelypsis still couldn't quite handle these non andra gatherings. She was never able to project the same kind of strange magical aura of confidence that seemed to surround some of her Delver friends or really everyone from the more civilized parts of the world. It was one extra thing that Phelypsis hoped to some day learn. She had heard stories of the great kings and queens of her kinds' past being like that and knew that all the combat prowess in the world would not be enough for her to rise up to their level.<br/><br/>Despite her being a head taller than most of the fellow delvers and having a body very difficult to ignore it was by now a regular occurrence that conversation sometimes carried out right underneath Phelypsis' nose without her being able to participate. Phelypsis had sat there in the Delvers table getting the first signs of tipsiness on her second tankard dwarven stout from Tornbjörn brewery just up the hill. Flirtations between Nuria and Ayca made her slightly fidgety. Such word magic that they exchanged was completely uncharted territory for the demonic barbarian whose favorite courting ritual was a bare hand duel. By having the others teach her and via rigorously observing them whenever she sensed any funny business about. Waist grabbing and outfit poking definitely fell under that umbrella. It was still a mystery though how they managed to so casually and sneakily communicate mutual attraction. After a while it had made her a bit more sensitive and shy about simply going up to others and initiating her own courting attempts, but at least the wilderness out there still worked like her old world. Phelypsis could bear keeping it all in and being horny for the whole duration of their stays at the tavern if she had to.<br/><br/>Such troubles however were not today's main concern. Today was the long awaited turtle shell race! Phelypsis had waken up early and put on a bright light brown leather top that she saved for special occasions. Like most of her clothes it had to leave a generous shot of cleavage exposed and still felt a bit too tight with her abs and bust straining the material and seams to their limits. With it she had her regular 'comfy pants' - leather pants that had accommodated to her thigh width by stretching and tearing from use. She had been meaning to ask Lorelei to make her good luck amulet all morning, but somehow forgot it until now, and with the mermaid discussing music with Ayca and others she felt too intimidated to ask now.<br/><br/>Salvation came in form of a black fox eared girl. Phelypsis' own droopy ears twitched reflexively at the sight of the fluffy ears moving as if greeting them. The andra acknowledged Yula joining their able with a quietly mouthed 'Hey' and a nod. There had been kitsune back home. They had been popular slaves and seemed to be not at all that uncommon in some parts of the world, but still Phelypsis could not quite get over how fluffy they looked - if only her own tail was as fluffy, she mooned. That opportunity to join in was when topic switched back to racing. Phelypsis began speaking cautiously with an exited smile that told the others just how much she looked forward to it, "I'll join. I'm gonna race on that big shell! It will be fun, and I think I'm going to win. I have thought of great strategy, but it is a secret too!" She was certain that the others would never think of using their hands as paddles for making the shell go downhill faster, nuhhuh, that was original Phelypsis strategy.