Kasumi did not neglect the opportunity to sneak a peek at Ivette, giggling all the while. "Oh, they did<em>nothing!</em>" Kasumi whined, sighing wistfully. "Nothing." Kotone repeated, shaking her head in dissaproval before pushing off the rock and falling under the water's surface from the momentum. She resurfaced after a moment, slowly wading backwards as she tilted her head, "Hmm! I don't think they could fly, though..."<br/><br/>"That must be nice." Kasumi said pensively, rolling over onto her back and spreading her arms wide, "All I can do on land is flop around."<br/><br/>"I've seen her do it!" Kotone added, "Like a beached whale."<br/><br/>The other sister gasped in disbelief, feigning a grevious wounding from the insult, "Dolphins are whales, too." She said, looking away with pursed lips and closed eyes,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"> "And I was lonely."</span><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bleh. Typoes. How'd I switch one word for an entirely different one?  -_-</div></div><br/><strong>Leander</strong><br/><br/>Keeping a watchful eye, Leander scrutinized his surroundings as he was led into an enclosed structure. Liah was pushed off to another building, and the snake's head to a third. The adventuress' equipment would be easy to find, given the primitive decorations and furniture in the ruins. Clearly they were just occupying the place, and hadn't built it themselves. With a closer look at the natives, Leander could discern a pattern upon them, diamond-like.... as a snake's. Whoever built the ruins had worshipped serpants, definitely...<br/><br/>But these people had no compunction about both painting themselves in a snake's skin pattern whilst beheading one and leaving its' body to rot. Hands came upon the elf, and there was little he could do to dissuade them aside from throwing them off aggressively altogether. The gentle feminine touch of one native urged him to sit down onto a makeshift bedding of paper-like bark. He felt his wounded arm lifted up by a young short-haired woman before she leaned her head down and pressed her lips to his injury.<br/><br/>She sucked in deeply, taking some of his blood in her mouth. Lifting her head from his arm and slowly laying it back down, she swished it around in her mouth... as if appraising its taste, and then spit it out into a small bowl offered by one of the men. Her mouth empty, the girl declared something to a woman that seemed to be directing the group's efforts. The woman nodded, and most of the others began to depart from Leander's presence.<br/><br/>He felt a tug on the handle of his scythe as a pair of hands gripped it tentatively. They belonged to a painted woman with purple squares upon her cheeks as she looked at him in reassurance. The young short-haired girl leaned over the elf and began to run her hands over his breastplate and clothes until she successfully found out how to begin the process of removing it.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Feel free to stop me if at any time Leander would start throwing punches.  ::)</div></div>