Addicted to this feelin'

The founding had been a success! Though now, as the party was coming to an end, Widow searched the small crowd for the familiar black and red man. Although she knew talking with Ravage would be important, she was too drunk for things like that. She was nearing the end of her season and today was a celebratory day. Plus, the alcohol wasn't helping, and she certainly hadn't ignored the fluttering in her chest or the burning in the pit of her stomach.

Others had started to leave to find a place to settle for the night but Widow stood by the opening of her den waiting for Stolas to see her. She wore a heavy smirk when she was spotted and slowly turned, swaying her hips as she disappeared into the den within. Inside, she had already spent some time making it comfortable with various furs and pillows she'd brought from her den in Insomnia. Laying out on them, she relaxed onto her belly with her back towards the entrance and stretched her legs out behind her into a sploot while perched on her elbows, waiting for Stolas to join her while watching for him over her shoulder with half lidded eyes.


"Speech!"