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Walk ? "Talk" ? 'Think'
As a male approached, the slender female noticed the skinniness of him. Obviously he was perturbed by the fact of a massive cliffside, when sharp cussing broke out into her auditories. The tempest's figure would rise from the terra firma, as her figure ghosted toward the male, her peridot orbs shimmering in the light of the sun. "Looking for a meal, sir?" Peridot irises were hidden for a moment as she gave a small and playful chuckle before she would motion for the brute to follow, and began to stride off.
Slender appendages led the slate hued tempest down the cliffside until a thin passage was revealed to her orbs. The tempest would not glance up to see if the brujo would follow or not, as she carefully stepped down from the top of the pass to stand on the narrow corridor. Banner would rise slowly for balance, as her bodice would lean against the rock for support, each pad reaching out to test the rock if it would hold before stepping. It was a slow process, but surely she reached the gorgeous shoreline. Only recently had the mistress arrived in Alacritis, but she knew how to traverse difficult landscapes.
In every salty sea, thrived many fish, and those fish provided excellent meals when game was short, such as now, in the full of winter. A smile would spread upon the tempest's lips as she stood in the water, up to her pasterns, scanning for any movement below the surface, of any small fish or crab along the coastline. Ears remained perked, however, should the brute have followed her, waiting for a reply.
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