Tiptoe through the spookies

A soft laugh fell from the woman’s maw and Kali found herself grinning as well, watching with bright blue and pink eyes as she danced around her. She made no attempt to hide her gaze raking across the other’s body in appreciation. Kali had never been one to shy away from the attention of others, whether they be boy or girl it didn’t matter to her, as long as they gave her the attention and affection she craved. And, to her delight, it seemed the fiery woman was willing to give her just that.

The woman admonished her luck at making it through the pitfalls unscathed, as well as the oddity of their surroundings. It was clear she wasn’t actually frightened but Kali certainly wasn’t going to complain if she wanted to move a little closer. Naraca seemed to curl against her and the Malakim’s tail gave a pleased flicker behind her thin frame, her head lifting to bump the other’s ear flirtatiously. “Well, you’ve come to the right girl. I know all about these pitfalls, stick close and I’ll get you through to where you’re going,” she purred. “Naraca, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” she complimented. “My name is Kali.” Her gaze looked up toward the oddly colored moon then back to her company, noting the way the light seemed to bathe her in a mysterious glow. The fireflies set quite the mood lighting, turning the chill in the air into one much more pleasing.