<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CARey4F.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Silk</strong></span><br/><em>Ronin-Courtesan Of Hell</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Maru clearing<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chorgath, Florivet<br/><hr/>Silk spent the voyage tending to Florvient with great skill and inventiveness, and it would have been a work of infernal magic if the bone walls were enough to keep the sounds of their lovemaking from disturbing the others. When he was occupied and she wasnt... recovering, she spent most of her time on deck, appreciating the silver desert that stretched out before them. It was her nature to find the joy in all things, and there was a certain beauty in desolation. Beyond that, the journey was uneventful for her. Aside from her dreams of course, but that was normal for her by now.<br/><br/>She had been unconscious when the ship transitioned into Creation, pleasantly sleeping away after another intense session of sating their captain, but she felt the change, and woke up immediately. Though she took a long moment to find where shed tossed her 'clothing'.... it had been a few days since shed needed it. By the time she got up on deck, everyone else was already there, and she passed Suicides on his way back down. The Sidereal went to the rail beside Iori, and let her eyes close, enjoying the suns rays on her bare skin.... it had been a while since she had felt anything other than the arrogant glow of Ligier.<br/><br/>While the others busied themselves with their tasks, Silk had flopped over on the soft grass and watched as the stars came out. At a casual glance, she seemed to simply be enjoying the sight, but upon closer inspection one would notice her lips moving softly... prayers or calculations, it was hard to tell. She had also returned to something of her normal personality, with her designated paramour unconscious, she let her bawdy act slide, and even flopped over on the ground, there was a air of alluring refinement about her. She didnt look away when Iori stripped and slipped into the magma, she even gave the elemental a appreciate whistle... she wasnt a menfolk, and frankly she probably would have looked anyway... Shed never been one for propriety, and while she didnt know<em>everything</em>that happened before she had joined them... Silk had noticed the way Sanger fussed over Iori, and she couldnt help but tease alittle, "Sanger, you know, if you looked, she wouldnt have minded nearly as much as she might have pretended to~" she declared in a sing-song voice.<br/><br/>The Sidereal turned at Quiet Samaro's words, regarding the Raksha with a easy grin, "Seems like forever sometimes... I know Malfeas is forced to march in step with Creation, but being disconnected from the loom makes me feel.... well, you probably understand it better than most, I dont count time like them-" she waved to include the others, "I<em>feel</em>time. When that sense goes away, it feels like stasis. But objectively?" she looked up at the stars for a moment, "One year, three months, two days, 12 hours, 37 minutes and 6 seconds. My lady needed me to convince a delzahn noble not to invade Gem." she added with a touch of amusement... but then seemed to slump when her brain caught up with her mouth and she remembered that her lady was dead.<br/><br/>The sudden disappearance of Sanger perked her back up though, "Ooh, company." and she picked herself up, brushing the grass off her body, "Better get in closer, the solar is gonna be pissed if anything happens to his bride to be." she told Samaro.<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">Can i get a summary of what happened in her Manse while we were going? the brothel has that dream-link thing and basically makes her dream of everything that happened within it since the last time she went to sleep, so if anything noteworthy happened with anji's gaggle/R&amp;C, shed know about it ^^.</div></div>