<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Mirabelle1b.jpg)</div>Nayla the Warlock (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1231508)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Camp<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Yatari, Masako<br/><br/>Another of the new arrivals watched Yatari with curious eyes as the tiefling dismounted near the outskirts of the busy camp.  A diminutive girl perhaps five feet in height, the other newcomer's fine facial features and small, delicately pointed ears hinted at elvish blood, while her golden complexion, aquamarine eyes, and waist length white hair lent her an exotic air.  Aside from the waist length cloak that hung from her shoulders, she wore only sandals, a loincloth, and a skimpy top that did little to hide her ample breasts.  What she lacked in clothing she made up for in cheap brass ornamentation: her slender limbs were adorned with tubular bracelets, anklets, and armlets while the twin ponytails and long sidelocks she had gathered her hair into were festooned with smaller ornaments of otherwise similar design.  She also wore a single piece of genuine gold jewellery -a necklace with a small plate from which hung three tear drop shaped gemstones, two red ones and a single blue one that nestled in her cleavage.<br/><br/>Her curiosity piqued, the diminutive half elf began to follow Yatari as the tiefling led her horse into the camp.  She could sympathize with the other girl's desire to get out of the saddle -her inner thighs were still a bit sore from her own journey that had concluded a few hours earlier.<br/><br/>The half elf quickly caught up with her quarry up as Yatari stopped to gawk at Masako's assets.  Ignoring the question that hadn't been directed at her, she took a moment to study the distracted tiefling a little more closely, paying particular attention to the other girl's horns and tail.  Then, her curious and mischievious streaks getting the better of her, she reached out and placed a hand on the latter.