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02.Jul.21, 07:09 PM
She was regretting her attendance at this hatching.
Ista was hot but Ista wasn't wet hot and Maliah decided wet hot was worse than dry hot. She grimaced as a line of sweat slipped down her ass crack as she made her way through the stands. She begged a ride from her sister's little boyfriend, not that it had taken much to get D'io to give her a lift considering Ferra was standing down there on the sands. The man was absolutely slapped with affection for her sister and it made Maliah snicker every time she saw it. Her little poet friend was standing too and Maliah decided that perhaps being a little selfless for Orgailian and Ferra was better than being a dick.
Speaking of dick.
Her green eyes brightened and she wiggled slightly to dislodge some disgusting sweat as she spotted the bluerider she liked antagonizing far more than she should. Her brother had warned her off him but Maliah was an idiot. Well.. Maybe not an idiot but she was definitely a glutton for punishment and made her way towards Kor'is. She could (and did) pretend she didn't know where she was going before flopping down next to him. Her lips curved into a smirk as she set about dragging a sketchbook out of the satchel at her side. "Beastie!" she said with feigned surprise, "I didn't see you here. Hope you don't mind, it was the only empty seat I could find." Might've been a lie, might not have been but it didn't matter, she wondered if he was going to be rude and leave.
Ista was hot but Ista wasn't wet hot and Maliah decided wet hot was worse than dry hot. She grimaced as a line of sweat slipped down her ass crack as she made her way through the stands. She begged a ride from her sister's little boyfriend, not that it had taken much to get D'io to give her a lift considering Ferra was standing down there on the sands. The man was absolutely slapped with affection for her sister and it made Maliah snicker every time she saw it. Her little poet friend was standing too and Maliah decided that perhaps being a little selfless for Orgailian and Ferra was better than being a dick.
Speaking of dick.
Her green eyes brightened and she wiggled slightly to dislodge some disgusting sweat as she spotted the bluerider she liked antagonizing far more than she should. Her brother had warned her off him but Maliah was an idiot. Well.. Maybe not an idiot but she was definitely a glutton for punishment and made her way towards Kor'is. She could (and did) pretend she didn't know where she was going before flopping down next to him. Her lips curved into a smirk as she set about dragging a sketchbook out of the satchel at her side. "Beastie!" she said with feigned surprise, "I didn't see you here. Hope you don't mind, it was the only empty seat I could find." Might've been a lie, might not have been but it didn't matter, she wondered if he was going to be rude and leave.
