hula skirt
ft ramesh
07-15-2019, 09:02 PM
maybe she should be a navigator, because she was damn well getting around. that was an ironic turn of phrase considering her delicate lady situation. she huffed, reaching the oasis by nightfall. the last time she slept in the open away from the Hjarrandi, she went and slept with a man she didn't know very well. oh well. maybe she'd get lucky again. there was no shortage of pretty people in Boreas. why limit herself? wearily, her paws reached the lush environment and she wasted no time going to the oasis for a drink. lapping up the precious water, she'd have to return to her band tomorrow.
but where was the rush? the leather could use a few more days of soaking. it would be easier to mold. she only hoped she had added enough salt before she left. Dutch didn't trust the Vikings to add more without her being there. it could ruin the whole batch if they weren't careful, and she practically snapped at anyone that dared go near the soaking leather without permission. lifting her head to stare at her surroundings, she thought she heard some foliage rustling. but when she actually looked, it stopped. huh. "I know you're there" she stated calmly, having no mood for childish games.
"come on out. I promise I won't bite much. you may even like it, hah!" she snorted.
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dutch speaks with a thick scandinavian accent.