(closed / incomplete)
Characters: Morrigan (dissentive, Sion Saiguuji (bytheking)
Setting/Location: Inside the caravan ; random hallway.
Date & Time: Day 4, early morning
Warnings: Naked women.
Summary: Sion has a sheet. Lucky for the gloriously white-locked male, Morrigan can work with that.
Morrigan was hardly a stranger to skimpy amounts of clothing. Indeed, living so deeply in the wilds made it rather difficult to find large enough pieces of fabric to best outfit herself - though, to be quite honest, it was more comfortable to wear such loose fitting clothes when battling the sticky humidity of the marsh. Armor, she found, seemed to take far too long to clean - and 'twas heavy enough to hinder so much that the benefits seemed to be outweighed by the sheer annoyances. Thus, when she spotted upon, curiously enough, someone wandering about adorned in nothing but a sheet - looking far more like a banshee than a real person. With the pale palor and white hair, Morrigan would have hardly been surprised if this was the case. In the high towers of the caravan, left empty by the lack of passengers - indeed, it made Morrigan wonder if they were planning to board even more persons, or how many times this had occurred before - it seemed almost fitting that she would come across a spirit of some sort. Yet, it did not seem so. Then again - she found she could not quite trust her ability to feel the magic surrounding her as much as she used to, and was not sure whether or not to be saddened by such a thing.
She sheathed the staff that she had previously been using as a walking stick, peering at the sheeted person curiously. "Dare I query as to why you choose to wander about in such fashionable attire?" she inquired, eyebrow lifting in skepticism. "'Tis most curious. Have you not found the proper clothes to fetch for your person?" Then again, 'twere it indeed a spirit, Morrigan doubted they had such minds for some things - though some were notoriously vain in such matters.
Setting/Location: Inside the caravan ; random hallway.
Date & Time: Day 4, early morning
Warnings: Naked women.
Summary: Sion has a sheet. Lucky for the gloriously white-locked male, Morrigan can work with that.
Morrigan was hardly a stranger to skimpy amounts of clothing. Indeed, living so deeply in the wilds made it rather difficult to find large enough pieces of fabric to best outfit herself - though, to be quite honest, it was more comfortable to wear such loose fitting clothes when battling the sticky humidity of the marsh. Armor, she found, seemed to take far too long to clean - and 'twas heavy enough to hinder so much that the benefits seemed to be outweighed by the sheer annoyances. Thus, when she spotted upon, curiously enough, someone wandering about adorned in nothing but a sheet - looking far more like a banshee than a real person. With the pale palor and white hair, Morrigan would have hardly been surprised if this was the case. In the high towers of the caravan, left empty by the lack of passengers - indeed, it made Morrigan wonder if they were planning to board even more persons, or how many times this had occurred before - it seemed almost fitting that she would come across a spirit of some sort. Yet, it did not seem so. Then again - she found she could not quite trust her ability to feel the magic surrounding her as much as she used to, and was not sure whether or not to be saddened by such a thing.
She sheathed the staff that she had previously been using as a walking stick, peering at the sheeted person curiously. "Dare I query as to why you choose to wander about in such fashionable attire?" she inquired, eyebrow lifting in skepticism. "'Tis most curious. Have you not found the proper clothes to fetch for your person?" Then again, 'twere it indeed a spirit, Morrigan doubted they had such minds for some things - though some were notoriously vain in such matters.