Ravensblood Forest Blackworm

What do we have here?

It was enough to send a shiver down her spine! Icy and tingling, what sort of perversion did she have that made her so intrigued by it? 

Worm paused to shake out her coat, a level of disregard given to the danger that laid below the surface; she walked on the thin ice of dark, swallowing depths. Lucky she was light-footed.

I put two and two together. She chuffs lightly, looking over the man that had been summoned from the dark of the wood itself, a lanky thing, though still putting one up on a half-breed like herself. Like it mattered, Worm did not fight, not on fair terms, at least. F'it makes you feel any better, I haven't taken anything worth noting. 

She hadn't taken anything at all, but this dance was one best performed with flair, she wished to test the severity of her own trespass, what sort of weight he held it in.

The sea had not yet gotten its chance to entertain her, instead, the world dropped these two at her feet and she would remiss not to take it for the opportunity it was. Her head crooked to the side, eyes of dull silver met with the girl, Meredith first, and then the newcomer, captain. So then... She teased the silence with an impish grin, eyes widening at each exclamation. What ever will we do? It's a right conundrum! Shall I.... roll belly up and give a thousand apologies? Offer a leg or an eye in return for this terrible crime?

She toyed with the subject— how far would he go? Anywhere at all? She had a thought about what she wished to get from it, spontaneous, impulsive. She kept this thought unvoiced, for now.