Ravensblood Forest oh i don't pay for suits

"I like pretentious," she announced in casual loudness. "What's the point of being great if you can't also be smug about it?" Her tone implied general contempt for those who didn't bother to boast. Though she didn't have a problem with those who chose not to, she clearly believed that one was entitled to if they could back it up— and that they should when they could. They delved easily into her personal desires, or rather... She said what she wanted and he accepted. It went just like that. She gave a curt nod as their eyes met, the voided black seeking to be set aflame within the kiln of his own gaze.

Furiosa joined his side easily, giving his lean shoulder an affectionate nip before parting to rub her body against the sapless side of an outlying treetrunk on Ravensblood's border. "Who else follows you?" she asked as she squatted to relieve herself there.