trowizilla
Senior Member
Najya All Mice
Najya glanced at Talgus, then down at her own robed-past-the-wrists body. "You know there's other ways of not showing moonsilver than fading it away, ay?" she asked, pulling her hood up around her ears: aside from the small whorls of the tattoos that showed, she now resembled any other Thalsan traveller, more of a threat to a town's young, attractive residents than anything else. "Want to borrow my spare robe? You're don't look all that much like you were born in a Gray Tent, but I guess not everyone can be so lucky."
"Kieroon, will we have long enough for the Sacred Hunt? I'd like a couple more forms that aren't sand- or plains-colored, especially if inconspicuous is going to be the watchword, ay?"
Najya glanced at Talgus, then down at her own robed-past-the-wrists body. "You know there's other ways of not showing moonsilver than fading it away, ay?" she asked, pulling her hood up around her ears: aside from the small whorls of the tattoos that showed, she now resembled any other Thalsan traveller, more of a threat to a town's young, attractive residents than anything else. "Want to borrow my spare robe? You're don't look all that much like you were born in a Gray Tent, but I guess not everyone can be so lucky."
"Kieroon, will we have long enough for the Sacred Hunt? I'd like a couple more forms that aren't sand- or plains-colored, especially if inconspicuous is going to be the watchword, ay?"