Uaine looked like she'd been stretched out of little girls' dreams into an adult. Her face was round and happy; she obviously wasn't starving, and she had a sword-breaker on her belt. That wide black leather was done on over a robe which was laced, rather than buttoned, and done all the way up to her chin. Pleasant enough day, but he imagined he'd still be burning up with that much wool covering his body. She noticed that he was studying her, and blushed in that way that only devotees of the goddess could blush, and smiled as though he were the handsomest man who'd ever looked in her direction. Another time it might have charmed him. Right now he was thinking about flinging himself into a black sphere and maybe dying forever.
Líobhan, on the other hand, looked like she was ready for war. The divided skirt of her robes left very little to the imagination. Only a woven thong kept all of her modesty from leaving her. The front buttons of the robe were undone almost to her midriff. Who walked around in a robe like that? Who the hell could get any work done like that? She carried a staff, like Aeotha, but she looked mean enough to kill with the thing. She didn't look happy to be coming along - but that's what a sense of duty did to you. Convince you to act against your own best interests in the name of ... who the hell even knew? Better just to let things lie as they were, wasn't it?
"Nothing that we can think of," Shantar replied when Skandra said nothing. "Are you sure that you wish to go through with this, Priestess? No one alive can tell you what will happen when we attempt to go through it."
Skandra was already measuring a length of rope - hand to elbow was a good foot, roughly, so he was looping it around his palm and over his elbow to measure how much they would need. An anchor was the thing, and there were plenty of good firm rocks about. Didn't want to leave this in amateur hands, after all. A little rope burn and suddenly they're trapped with no way out.
"Don't you think getting closer is good enough?" Skandra asked irritably. "Maybe you can take some of it and test it."
"Test it?" Shantar asked in mild surprise. "My boy, that's precisely what we're going to do."
Skandra couldn't shake the sneaking suspicion then that Shantar knew precisely what all of them were volunteering to get themselves into. He didn't say anything because he didn't want to panic the elves, but once Shantar had decided on a certain way of doing things it was fairly difficult to talk him out of it.
"A kiss for good luck?" Skandra asked, grin firmly settled on his face.