blood like mercury

Byll was equally immodest; she lacked censorship. And so at the others question, she could only snicker. "Of course." Her eyes grew wide, as though she were insulted, but that passed, her attention drawn to a rustling nearby. Byll could not fathom rubbing in blood tainted by days, it was an insult to her culture and her God. She was irrational to the point of not recognizing the other didnt know a thing of said culture, but her mind was drawn to the rustling in the distance. One ear pivoted in that direction, but her eyes did not leave the stranger.

"Hm?" another crooked grin, and a pointed shoulder jut upward as she turned sideways. Her eyes were dark, sacrifice...