Brizo | Greek Mythology | Barthing
"Hot damn."
That would be Brizo, standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, intensely satisfied look on her face. She's dressed in a brown suede vest with a furry collar, a fitted black spaghetti-strap top, khakis, and black boots. She stands -- steady. She'd be able to get her bearings anywhere. Her dark hair is cropped close to her head, and her eyes are a vivid blue. Around one arm is slung a coil of rope, and around her feet is quickly collecting a pool of water.
Possibly, we forgot to mention that the goddess is completely soaked.
That would be Brizo, standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, intensely satisfied look on her face. She's dressed in a brown suede vest with a furry collar, a fitted black spaghetti-strap top, khakis, and black boots. She stands -- steady. She'd be able to get her bearings anywhere. Her dark hair is cropped close to her head, and her eyes are a vivid blue. Around one arm is slung a coil of rope, and around her feet is quickly collecting a pool of water.
Possibly, we forgot to mention that the goddess is completely soaked.