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    Default Re: Reign of Winter: The Snows of Summer

    Raydine blinked several times, then yawned from the bottom of her heart and stretched a bit before finally getting rid of the blanket that she wrapped around herself in her sleep. "Morning!" She greeted both Menander and Kale who were already busy at work that early in the morning in the silvery stoat. She helped a bit too. Mostly cleaned some tables. At first she was a bit miffed that there was no room at the inn but after her first performance both made sure that she had it nice and warm in front of the hearth and she couldn't say no to the free lodging and meals. Both were so nice and welcoming that Raydine just couldn't say no.

    When the message arrived that she should head to Ionnia Teppen she made sure to brush her hair and made herself look representable by dressing in her thicker clothes. It still had no shoes but some habits died especially hard.

    When she stepped outside of the silvery stoat she made a little show by acting as if she was freezing. By Zon-Kuthon's flayed behind it's freezing! Not that the cold really bothered her that much, but complaining together about a certain thing was a good way to make acquaintaces.

    Raydine made herself on the way towards Ionna Teppen. The small women with light blue skin and algae green hair that still seemed a bit wet, with parts of her fin ears poking out of her hair. She rubbed her webbed hands against one another to keep the illusion alive that she's cold, despite her heavy winter coat. Though she even may be cold if someone would look at her webbed feet that plod on the street naked.
    Last edited by Alhallor; 2020-09-07 at 04:29 AM.
    Quote Originally Posted by Ridai View Post
    No no no, not speaking while fighting. Speaking with the fighting!

    That rabite monk dive-blobbing you in the face, followed by hooking teeth into your belt and suplexing you is a woefully poorly understood way of remarking on how nice the weather is.