Kali laughed gently, shaking her head and crinkling her nose in mild disgust at the thought of eating in Four In Hand. The rumors were quite accurate, just walking past the people at the Inn seated to 'dine' had been enough for the brunette hunter to quite happily exist on apples, bread and cheese. It was clear 'aged beef' meant something entirely different to the cook at the casino-come-inn, to say...any respectable chef.
Her frown returned at his words, creasing her brows together as she quickly realised she really was stuck on the beach if that was the case, but then the Biqaj paused, clearly having more to say. The rain pattered on the pavilion, music and people accompanying it as a moment of hesitation hung between them in the pause. The Sev'ryn watched as Pash's eyes shifted again to a brilliant emerald green, his face belaying a streak of cheekiness that she was rapidly discovering made the butterflies in her belly swirl and twist. His fingers intertwined with hers, warm against the chilled skin, and the brunette hunter felt her cheeks turning crimson as he picked up the rest of his words. It wasn't quite an invitation to join him aboard the vessel, but the young woman found herself swallowing hard, pulse thumping in her ears. A boat, built by the seafarer himself with the assistance of his Da. Something about the idea of a home created by the hands of a parent struck a chord with Kali, and she felt a slight pang of regret. It only lasted a moment though, as the man's emerald gaze drew her back in and his smile became less mischievous and a little softer.
The words were delivered in his warm baritone, flavoured delightfully by his Rakahi accent. Kali suppressed a shiver that wasn't brought on by the chilled rain, touched that he didn't want to leave her on the beach of the pirate built city. It was true, she had her hunting knife at least, but to use it against someone in her current state of tipsiness was doubtful. Anyone who happenstanced on her in this state would have clear advantage. Her tattooed thumb stroked distractedly over the back of his hand, periwinkle eyes searching his as Pash moved closer still. They were so close, she could almost see the parts of his iris' that shifted and morphed to change the colors so dramatically.
Is this what you really want? The hunter thought to herself as the musical Biqaj finished his invitation, making it quite clear that he was offering her a warm place to stay and maybe more than just pleasant conversation. Kali wasn't completely innocent to the suggestive invitations of interested men, nor to the press of inexperienced lips or fumbling hands. She had fooled around with a few young suitors in her teens, hidden away from the firelight of the trader camps with stolen kisses and whispered pleas for a few minutes longer. However, she'd always stopped short of any further...shenanigans. It wasn't the right time, or they'd been caught by watchful adults..something had always cut off any further activities before they got too...involved. Once out on her own, as a proper adult, she'd already ingrained her grandparents sense of duty and dedication. There was no socialising or drinking, nothing to prompt any further explorations in that area.
Of course however, until this night. Something had happened. It could have been the drink, or the sheer atmosphere of it all, but whatever it was, the brunette realised that she had not just enjoyed the night. She had enjoyed the company, in a way she couldn't ever remember really truly doing. When was the last time she'd laughed so much?
Kali smiled up again at Pash, a nervous shadow of her previous exuberant grin, and her blue eyes dropped to his lips again. Tentatively, she stood on her toes to tilt her head and bump her nose softly against his, lips scarcely brushing together as she spoke just loud enough for him to hear.
"I'm not sure..." She began, feeling both excited and anxious at the invitation. Her eyes closed with a small wince and she laughed softly, drawing back slightly and taking a settling breath. The young Sev'ryn wanted to know more about the seafaring minstrel that stood before her. She wanted to know his story, his past, and she wanted to share her own.
And she wanted to kiss him. Yes, she definitely wanted to do that. Admittedly she'd wanted to since before the dancing had begun.
Opening her eyes again, Kali'rial searched the biqaj's own, as though she was looking for one good reason to turn tail and continue on how she always had. The prospect seemed far lonelier now that she'd had a taste of what it was like on the other side. She'd dipped her toes in the salty waters of a vast ocean of experiences, and was ready to dive into the depths to explore even more. Leaning back in again, she kissed him. It was a soft gentle kiss, tell tale perhaps of her inexperience, but also inviting more. Pulling away, she smiled shyly.
"Only if it's no trouble..." Kali said, her heart fluttering in her chest.
Her frown returned at his words, creasing her brows together as she quickly realised she really was stuck on the beach if that was the case, but then the Biqaj paused, clearly having more to say. The rain pattered on the pavilion, music and people accompanying it as a moment of hesitation hung between them in the pause. The Sev'ryn watched as Pash's eyes shifted again to a brilliant emerald green, his face belaying a streak of cheekiness that she was rapidly discovering made the butterflies in her belly swirl and twist. His fingers intertwined with hers, warm against the chilled skin, and the brunette hunter felt her cheeks turning crimson as he picked up the rest of his words. It wasn't quite an invitation to join him aboard the vessel, but the young woman found herself swallowing hard, pulse thumping in her ears. A boat, built by the seafarer himself with the assistance of his Da. Something about the idea of a home created by the hands of a parent struck a chord with Kali, and she felt a slight pang of regret. It only lasted a moment though, as the man's emerald gaze drew her back in and his smile became less mischievous and a little softer.
Keep your nel. Th’docks ‘re quiet an’ a lot safer ‘n some places in Almund.
The words were delivered in his warm baritone, flavoured delightfully by his Rakahi accent. Kali suppressed a shiver that wasn't brought on by the chilled rain, touched that he didn't want to leave her on the beach of the pirate built city. It was true, she had her hunting knife at least, but to use it against someone in her current state of tipsiness was doubtful. Anyone who happenstanced on her in this state would have clear advantage. Her tattooed thumb stroked distractedly over the back of his hand, periwinkle eyes searching his as Pash moved closer still. They were so close, she could almost see the parts of his iris' that shifted and morphed to change the colors so dramatically.
Is this what you really want? The hunter thought to herself as the musical Biqaj finished his invitation, making it quite clear that he was offering her a warm place to stay and maybe more than just pleasant conversation. Kali wasn't completely innocent to the suggestive invitations of interested men, nor to the press of inexperienced lips or fumbling hands. She had fooled around with a few young suitors in her teens, hidden away from the firelight of the trader camps with stolen kisses and whispered pleas for a few minutes longer. However, she'd always stopped short of any further...shenanigans. It wasn't the right time, or they'd been caught by watchful adults..something had always cut off any further activities before they got too...involved. Once out on her own, as a proper adult, she'd already ingrained her grandparents sense of duty and dedication. There was no socialising or drinking, nothing to prompt any further explorations in that area.
Of course however, until this night. Something had happened. It could have been the drink, or the sheer atmosphere of it all, but whatever it was, the brunette realised that she had not just enjoyed the night. She had enjoyed the company, in a way she couldn't ever remember really truly doing. When was the last time she'd laughed so much?
Kali smiled up again at Pash, a nervous shadow of her previous exuberant grin, and her blue eyes dropped to his lips again. Tentatively, she stood on her toes to tilt her head and bump her nose softly against his, lips scarcely brushing together as she spoke just loud enough for him to hear.
"I'm not sure..." She began, feeling both excited and anxious at the invitation. Her eyes closed with a small wince and she laughed softly, drawing back slightly and taking a settling breath. The young Sev'ryn wanted to know more about the seafaring minstrel that stood before her. She wanted to know his story, his past, and she wanted to share her own.
And she wanted to kiss him. Yes, she definitely wanted to do that. Admittedly she'd wanted to since before the dancing had begun.
Opening her eyes again, Kali'rial searched the biqaj's own, as though she was looking for one good reason to turn tail and continue on how she always had. The prospect seemed far lonelier now that she'd had a taste of what it was like on the other side. She'd dipped her toes in the salty waters of a vast ocean of experiences, and was ready to dive into the depths to explore even more. Leaning back in again, she kissed him. It was a soft gentle kiss, tell tale perhaps of her inexperience, but also inviting more. Pulling away, she smiled shyly.
"Only if it's no trouble..." Kali said, her heart fluttering in her chest.
