10-02-2020, 07:29 PM
Her laugh was a bark: sudden and disconcerting. Yet to the curl of her mouth and the gleam of her gaze, Kemala’s amusement made for a lovely sight. For she was truly amused. The stranger was all at once royal, humble, and a comedian. She would hardly infer equality between them, but if he wished to assume, it was his ass to be the fool.
Still, Kemala was easily tempted by the offer of a bargain, and she was quick to respond with her agreement. “Very well. A story for a story,” she said with a nod. When she pulled her legs up underneath her, she was quite comfortable for a long tale.
“You can call me Kemala,” she offered like it was a peek into a prize, especially lacking a surname so common to the main land nations. There was a tattoo on her collar, easily accessed with a gentle tug downward of her dress. She bared nothing obscene, no more than would be seen on a beach or boat, but her skin gleamed where her fingers trailed. “You like symbols. Do you know this one?” She allowed him to look a few moments before recovering herself once more.
Still, Kemala was easily tempted by the offer of a bargain, and she was quick to respond with her agreement. “Very well. A story for a story,” she said with a nod. When she pulled her legs up underneath her, she was quite comfortable for a long tale.
“You can call me Kemala,” she offered like it was a peek into a prize, especially lacking a surname so common to the main land nations. There was a tattoo on her collar, easily accessed with a gentle tug downward of her dress. She bared nothing obscene, no more than would be seen on a beach or boat, but her skin gleamed where her fingers trailed. “You like symbols. Do you know this one?” She allowed him to look a few moments before recovering herself once more.