- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Weekends
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy (medieval or modern), sci-fi, steampunk, genres involving dragons
Rexia stepped back to admire her handiwork. There was a smile and another clap of her hands. "Perfect! I like it." She looked like she wanted to say something about the ribbon, but she only kept her mouth closed. If Lyra needed to wear it, then Rexia wasn't going to stop her. It didn't detach from her outfit anyway.
"Now you're done! Saraph, you can come back now." Feathery shuffling was heard before Saraph appeared at the doorway. He was wearing a dark blue shirt with long sleeves, but a wider collar. It inadvertently showed off the swirling, intricate ebony-inked tattoo, but only part of it. It started at the back of his neck and went down along his right arm to disappear under his shirt, while another branch trailed down his side to end in a curling point on his abdomen. Of course, he did his best not to make it a big deal. He fiddled with the sleeves, making sure they were straight.
Rexia gave him the once over before frowning at his hair. "Do something with that mop," she commanded, but Saraph shook his head. "Oh, and why not?"
"Because it is fine how it is. I see no reason to... do something with it." Rexia grumbled, trying to reach up and brush his hair. Because she was only a few inches taller than Lyra, Saraph only had to stand up straight to avoid her fingers. Finally flapping up, she hovered behind him, picking apart a few knots tangled in with the feathers. With her efforts, and his silent ability to let her do as she wished, despite what he wanted, his hair tumbled over his eyes. A quick swipe solved that, and Rexia, pleased with herself, fluttered back down.
"Now you're done! Saraph, you can come back now." Feathery shuffling was heard before Saraph appeared at the doorway. He was wearing a dark blue shirt with long sleeves, but a wider collar. It inadvertently showed off the swirling, intricate ebony-inked tattoo, but only part of it. It started at the back of his neck and went down along his right arm to disappear under his shirt, while another branch trailed down his side to end in a curling point on his abdomen. Of course, he did his best not to make it a big deal. He fiddled with the sleeves, making sure they were straight.
Rexia gave him the once over before frowning at his hair. "Do something with that mop," she commanded, but Saraph shook his head. "Oh, and why not?"
"Because it is fine how it is. I see no reason to... do something with it." Rexia grumbled, trying to reach up and brush his hair. Because she was only a few inches taller than Lyra, Saraph only had to stand up straight to avoid her fingers. Finally flapping up, she hovered behind him, picking apart a few knots tangled in with the feathers. With her efforts, and his silent ability to let her do as she wished, despite what he wanted, his hair tumbled over his eyes. A quick swipe solved that, and Rexia, pleased with herself, fluttered back down.