can't talk now I'm doing hot girl shit

Ara liked to keep an eye on Poe. Make sure he wasn’t stumbling his way into trouble with his funky eyesight. It had seemed for a time like he was going to be permanently blind, but now he was saying he could see changes in brightness around him. Perhaps his sight would return to him, or perhaps he would only ever have partial vision from now on. Either way, he was her brother, and she would stick by him.

Ara herself had been gearing up for the raid, and had her mind on designing a beautiful pair of bracers to wear before the big day. With a worked piece of leather in her jaws, the woman made her way to poes side, and collapsed lightly beside him. Playing the leather in front of her, and beneath a paw as she glanced over towards him. He was wet, and had some funny metal smelling stuff in front of him. “Whatcha got?” she wondered.


"Naráca Mendacium"