Greatwater Lake all lit up and i start to s[m]ile

The other woman did not seem to mind the man, for she was quick to ward off Osleya to get her fill of his attention. 

He continued his disregard in interest for her, instead circling to approach the other. All was done in caution, and both directed that target towards the blood painted woman.

Her lips settled, but her posture did not. Tensed still, refusing to shake either of them. As the man advanced further upon the sable one, Osleya hovered, watching their interactions curiously. 

Was this what it was like for a man to be attracted to a woman in her bloomed state? She could only learn by observance.