Tia wasn't much for gatherings, but she felt she ought to give this one a try. She sashayed into the room, her ragged skirts whispering across the floot, her thick dredlocks pinned and pulled with bone carvings and beads. She glanced around the room, and sashayed her way to Charlie, that lovely young lady she'd helped with the flooding issue. Tia Dalma gave Charlie a smile and a kiss on the cheek. "I tell ye dat charm be workin, didnae, girlie?"
As per ususal with Tia's gown, it was difficult to tell what parts had come from the sea, and what parts were once lace or cloth or even silk. under the cloth, her feet were bare and brown. She looked around the room briefly before sliding onto the sofa beside the woman in the greyish pinkish dress with the lace, and pulling her bare feet up under her.
She held up one blackened hand to the woman she'd sat beside. "Tia Dalma's me name. I ne'er hadem neighbors b'fo."