11.Feb.12, 02:26 AM
Lymsleia wet her lips as she appriased the woman who stood before her. "You're not comfortable in your own skin.." she breathed softly. The cooler, though still warm night air blew across her skin and raised her flesh. Even in the heated south, the blowing of a breeze could remind one of the temprature.
In the fading the light the hair, and ponderd as she appraised her. "Kuminari." she said after a thought. "I know you well enough. You wear makeup." she smiled gently as she said. Lymselia was far too much a minor holder-girl in a 'wayward' hold, that held people who long-ago had not chosen what would become the norm of Hold life and it showned in her mannerisms. Lymselia didn't pain her face, she was well groomed indeed, but practical in her style.
She moved closer to shore and stepped onto the the dryer land. Unashamedo f her body, she let her naked form hang in the air. Let her get a look at what a /real/ woman should look like. She thought to herself. Lymselia tried to keep her lips straint as she bent over to pick up her clothing and hang them over a branch. "I am done for the moment. I may decide to go back in though." she say on a decently sized bare riverstone.
"I haven't seen you in for your dose of contractive herbs, or teas.. or those rather inguenous little sheep-things that men can wear over their..." she smiled at the thought of using the word that might be far to medical for the delicate holder flower. She reveled though, as she glanced over her shoulder at Kuminari. Where the girl was almost as pale as mountain snow, Lymsleia was as dark as good fertile earth, or maybe a decent cup of klah, with some cinnamon, and maybe a dash of milk- just a dash. But as she looked over the Harper-girl, she frowned. She wouldn't survive here. This girl didn't know the first thing about life outside of a cushy window seat with men practically throwing themselves at her. That much She was sure about. "What do you know about me, Lady?" she asks softly.
In the fading the light the hair, and ponderd as she appraised her. "Kuminari." she said after a thought. "I know you well enough. You wear makeup." she smiled gently as she said. Lymselia was far too much a minor holder-girl in a 'wayward' hold, that held people who long-ago had not chosen what would become the norm of Hold life and it showned in her mannerisms. Lymselia didn't pain her face, she was well groomed indeed, but practical in her style.
She moved closer to shore and stepped onto the the dryer land. Unashamedo f her body, she let her naked form hang in the air. Let her get a look at what a /real/ woman should look like. She thought to herself. Lymselia tried to keep her lips straint as she bent over to pick up her clothing and hang them over a branch. "I am done for the moment. I may decide to go back in though." she say on a decently sized bare riverstone.
"I haven't seen you in for your dose of contractive herbs, or teas.. or those rather inguenous little sheep-things that men can wear over their..." she smiled at the thought of using the word that might be far to medical for the delicate holder flower. She reveled though, as she glanced over her shoulder at Kuminari. Where the girl was almost as pale as mountain snow, Lymsleia was as dark as good fertile earth, or maybe a decent cup of klah, with some cinnamon, and maybe a dash of milk- just a dash. But as she looked over the Harper-girl, she frowned. She wouldn't survive here. This girl didn't know the first thing about life outside of a cushy window seat with men practically throwing themselves at her. That much She was sure about. "What do you know about me, Lady?" she asks softly.