RP:Meeting Silver

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Vulnerable Rope Bridge

Reginae lay on her stomach against one of the more sturdier looking sections of wooden planks, her tail coiled around the tattered ropes suspending the bridge above the impasse below. The slight wind rocked the naga and the bridge to and fro, from a distance it would impossible to determine what she might be doing in that position…Her stark-white locks twisted like eternally unraveling ribbons in the breeze, cutting her concentrated stare as her hands worked cautiously on the underside of the structure.


Silvanya stood at the end of the bridge watching the naga work, canting her head. She was a bit confused as to what the woman was doing, repair perhaps? But after a few moments her curiosity would abate and her penchant for mischief would arise. She'd come up here seeking rare creatures, but instead found this one, and now she felt the need to play. So carefully, she'd silently pad closer and closer, And should she go unnoticed she would do a simply thing and sit upon the length of the woman's tail, though tense enough that if the tail tried to coil about her she'd jump and land more than halfway back the way she'd come.


Reginae smiled, her keen eyes catching the kitsune in the distance. While she worked, the naga kept her attention divided between the approaching creature and the threatening maw of space below her. Neither held more or less interest or dismissal. Once the female was seated cautiously on her tail, Regi would speak. “Good ‘morrow, friend.” Her tone would be distracted though crystalline optics would peer through the slated wood up towards her other half. If Silver had been seeking rare creatures, the naga was certainly one of the rarest in the realm at the moment; being one of two known of her species to exist in this section of time. “Is there something I can do to assist you or perhaps a rest was all you were seeking?” Her tone shifts from disinterested to playful curiosity before the naga eventually rights herself back onto the bridge in full without moving the length the other woman occupied.


Silvanya would lean back at the first of the woman's words, putting her hands on her scales. She was seeking rare creatures, but those rare creatures wouldn't survive their encounter, and she herself was quite rare, but her rule was only to see those that were animals, not people, though she knew druids might bet to differ with her. By the way the woman reacted she knew she'd not snuck up on her, and she wondered, how was it that she continued to meet those that could deal with her, could flirt, and such, oh she'd met more than a few that would get angry, or get nervous and shy at her teasing and flirting, but there were more than norm of those that could take it, even flirt back, and to her, those were the most dangerous, she had a weak spot for those that could play the game back. With a smile she'd shrug, "The journey has tired me a bit, so your lengthy body did look appealing as a place of rest, but the main attraction is you of course, I find it odd I've met another kitsune in this region of the world, and heard of another that rules a portion of it, yet I've not seen any of your people."


Reginae would loft a brow in curious response, allow a small bubble of laughter to boil over from her stomach to her narrow fanged smirk, and shift herself to be in a better line of sight with her new companion. Her gaze alone was enough to make other creatures flutter about in fright, but her tail was thought a weapon. All muscle cloaked in brilliantly crisp scales, stars bound together in a beautiful array of night-less sky. The kitsune resting there would be akin to a tamer sticking his fragile fleshed hand in the mouth of an angry lion or panther. Her bravery was stunning and sparked the naga’s interest. She was approached and perched on like she was nothing more than a wooden frame. Instead of offense, Regi just smiled, without threat or ill intent. The naga admired and sought the companionship of like-minded creatures. She knew she would have to inquire her name. “Do me the kindness of sharing your title with me.”


Silvanya would smile and lift her hand, holding it out to the other, she had taken one look at the woman and had known she was a danger, the coiled muscle in her tail that could constrict and crush her and the children within, the fangs in the woman's mouth, likely laced with venom. She was quick, and could jump like near no other, she might be small, petite, fragile looking, but she was a danger herself, and some risk was worth it. She'd been quite nervous up till the point the woman had greeted her, she still wasn't taking changes, one push of her feet and the naga would likely be surprised at how far away the kitsune landed, "Its not my given name, but I find it my true one, Silver."


Reginae bent her palm out to take the females’, lightly, a breeze of a touch before nodding their intertwined digits, as was the customary greeting. “Silver,” she repeated, as if tasting the name for bitter or sweet results. Her smile conveyed she found the later to be true and she offered her own birth right. “I am called Reginae, or more often ‘The Other’. Please feel free to call me whichever you prefer. And what are you, by chance? You seem almost feline in a way, but not completely…” A momentary pause fell between them before the naga remembered her manners. “I mean no offense of course, but you seem a rare breed yourself. And being such a thing, I find others with that similar trait quite attractive friends,” she took her hand back and waved her wrist in the air with precision. “You understand, of course.”