A Moments Respite

This place was curios to say the least with it mostly being stripped of vegetation with the never ending flow of molten rock from a volcano not too far away. The dame had proved to stray from the place Canttina called home, some rickety old boat lodged on a beach filled with holes. Shaking that head of hers briefly the dame wondered what the hell that crazy wrench had been thinking in the first place. With a sigh parting those lips did she pause in her steps and made that nose wrinkle slightly as it too in the scent of another which proved to be a head of her. Raising a brow Morgana padded forth as the red form came into sight.

The chaotic women said nothing as those frosted eyes watched him, seemingly heading some where or perhaps just enjoying the area. Looking up as those eyes blinked seeing the white snow just starting to fall; the greying clouds above finally having ushered their package along there was no telling if it would turn out into a full blown blizzard. For the moment, the male was somewhat ignored as that mind wandered just what would happen or more so what kind of destruction this day would wrought.