Blackbeak Bluff lluvia

belen had felt his soft eyes on her while she ate. she lived a transactional life: he had fed her and so she expected that he would want more from her. he lapsed momentarily into his odd tongue and she looked at him in interest. slavuj. she would not try to say it aloud. "i am — zaira," she said. she was told to wash all trace of blackwater from herself; it stood to reason a name would follow suit. she drew closer, sniffing delicately toward his pelt. he smelled of many things and she found herself fascinated by the way the hairs of his pelt locked together into the long ropes. the long lashes blinked; she lifted her eyes slowly to his, attempting a take upon kasmut's charming expressions.