Las flores de nieve || private

The winter so far was surprisingly mild. Snow had fallen once or twice throughout the winter months, but aside from those moments of intolerable cold, the tropical bird had found little to complain about other than the slight nip the cold breeze gave his feathers. Even though he had little to complain about, the bird still found himself lounging about inside the guild hall or indoors somewhere rather than going about and being an active member of the guild. Perched on a desk in the corner of the library, Tomás was scribbling on a piece of paper. His handwriting had always been called "chicken scratch" by his family due to how messy it was, but, as he tried to write with either his talons or his beak, he found it completely illegible to even himself. Frustrated, the tropical bird gave a huff and dropped the pen back in the ink well....

Some unspecified amount of time later....

If one were to walk by Kistiñe's room, they could hear the lively sounds of Latin jazz coming from within; most would either be intrigued or annoyed by the music because they had never heard it before, or were trying to sleep in or relax from a recent job. Whatever the case may have been, the music could only be heard from within ten feet or so of the Latina's door, as it was cracked just  ever so slightly--most likely because she hadn't remembered to close it all the way when she came back from breakfast.

Kistiñe swayed her hips back and forth to the rhythm of the song while she changed out of her night clothes; thus far, she had pants and a bra on--her guild tattoo was clearly visible on her lower back--but was currently trying to choose a top from her closet. There weren't many options to choose from--black or white, most of them either sleeveless or v-necked--but it was difficult solely because she didn't know what kind of mood she was in today. She had no jobs to tend to, no plans with any of the other guild members, so there was really no rush to find something to wear.  With that in mind, she decided to dance along with the song a little bit more, as it was one of her favorite dance numbers....

Kistiñe did not initially notice as Corliss walked into her room, being too caught up in dancing to the music to notice something as subtle as a door opening wider. It was the girl's exclamation that caught her attention and caused her to turn around to face the teenager...why was she touching her? It was natural that someone would be surprised and even shocked that such a noticeable change from bird-to-woman had taken place, but the level and placement of touching was something that was unexpected. A whine came as the teenager pulled at the Latina's short hair, but her face turned redder than a beat as she felt her breasts being groped and felt. Kistiñe removed Corliss' hands, turned her around and began to hastily shove her out the door, babbling "fuera" repeatedly until her adoptive sister was in the hallway and the door shut in her face. She quickly grabbed a white tank top out of the closet--muttering something to herself about how her boobs were too big or how tight her bra was--before waiting a moment at the door to swallow her pride before opening it, her face still burning with embarrassment about the spectacle that had just occurred. "Entra y no toque mis tetas, por favor," she said.

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"No quiero hablar de ello," she replied in response to her adoptive sister's question, crossing her arms. Kistiñe decided not to address the comment concerning the bra; she never had to wear the damned things in her life before now, so, as with most things concerning women's health and clothing, she knew next to nothing about them. With a sigh, she opened the door all the way and stepped to the side to let Corliss into her room, even if she didn't particularly want to at the moment; the previous bout of groping aside, her room was a bit of a mess--clothes were strewn haphazardly in the corners, bedsheets rumpled and off to the side--and it was not exactly what one could call presentable. "Perdón por el lío," she said, "No he tenido tiempo de limpiar."

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