Teresa felt the stamp press softly in her neck. It was an odd sensation as she felt the intertwined magics leave their mark upon their body. After a moment it vanished and she nodded slightly as a sign of gratitude. As she stamp was removed and she received the signal it was done, she gently released the hair she head pulled to the side. Like a blond river her hair flowed back into the normal position, covering up the stamp in her neck again.
She slightly bend her neck to each side a few times, releasing a soft crackling noise, as she got up from the chair. “Thank you.” She said with a gentle smile as she turned around and send it across the room.
It had been a long time since she had been part of a guild. Maybe too long. She had roamed around for a long time, but a recent meeting with a girl named Amalia convinced her to take a look. Teresa wondered whether she would stay long at all, she had only promised to look around after all. But at the moment she reveled in the familiar smells. Sweat, testosterone, smoke, food, alcohol and many other smells teased her nostrils. It was a disgusting mix, yet familiar and for some reason even a bit pleasant in it’s own way.
Now normally she would have loved to go straight to the bar and see what they all had to offer. Sadly though she had recently spend her remaining pocket money on booze. She had a few reserves, but not within reach. So instead of the bar, she twisted around another forty degrees. Her metal boots scratched softly over the floor, as she gained momentum and began moving to the job board.
Guess it can’t be helped. She thought to herself as she reached instinctively for the little flask as her hip. The weight of the great sword on her back pressed comfortable on her spine, as she twisted the at the cap and moved the flask to her mouth.
The gentle trickle of warm cider spilled into her mouth and she greedily drank, until the urge to get some air overpowered the thirst. With a satisfied smile she closed the flask and put it back when suddenly an overwhelming urge washed over her. Instinctively she opened her mouth open wide, when suddenly she wondered if it was considered bad manners to release her bodily gasses openly. Erring on the safe side -she had seen all kinds of reactions to it- she closed her mouth and tried to release her burp in a controlled manner.
Sadly she had drunk a bit too much and soon she was squinting with tears in her eyes as she was trying to control herself with MAXIMUM effort. Of course a moment later she crashed into something or someone. [color=blue]“My apolo -BRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUU- … gies…[/i] She said, turning bright red a moment later.
WC: 495/495
She slightly bend her neck to each side a few times, releasing a soft crackling noise, as she got up from the chair. “Thank you.” She said with a gentle smile as she turned around and send it across the room.
It had been a long time since she had been part of a guild. Maybe too long. She had roamed around for a long time, but a recent meeting with a girl named Amalia convinced her to take a look. Teresa wondered whether she would stay long at all, she had only promised to look around after all. But at the moment she reveled in the familiar smells. Sweat, testosterone, smoke, food, alcohol and many other smells teased her nostrils. It was a disgusting mix, yet familiar and for some reason even a bit pleasant in it’s own way.
Now normally she would have loved to go straight to the bar and see what they all had to offer. Sadly though she had recently spend her remaining pocket money on booze. She had a few reserves, but not within reach. So instead of the bar, she twisted around another forty degrees. Her metal boots scratched softly over the floor, as she gained momentum and began moving to the job board.
Guess it can’t be helped. She thought to herself as she reached instinctively for the little flask as her hip. The weight of the great sword on her back pressed comfortable on her spine, as she twisted the at the cap and moved the flask to her mouth.
The gentle trickle of warm cider spilled into her mouth and she greedily drank, until the urge to get some air overpowered the thirst. With a satisfied smile she closed the flask and put it back when suddenly an overwhelming urge washed over her. Instinctively she opened her mouth open wide, when suddenly she wondered if it was considered bad manners to release her bodily gasses openly. Erring on the safe side -she had seen all kinds of reactions to it- she closed her mouth and tried to release her burp in a controlled manner.
Sadly she had drunk a bit too much and soon she was squinting with tears in her eyes as she was trying to control herself with MAXIMUM effort. Of course a moment later she crashed into something or someone. [color=blue]“My apolo -BRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUU- … gies…[/i] She said, turning bright red a moment later.
WC: 495/495