Re: The Promenade
She wasn't surprised when he pulled away from her. She hadn't exactly expected to push him around for very long. The shaking was a surprise, and she would have laughed if not for the very distracting motion of what lay beneath that loincloth. She gave a low whistle of appreciation and a cheeky grin spread across her face. "Now you're just teasing," she purred.
Only he would call this tiny and she gave a quick scoff. Sure, compared to the jungle this wasn't exactly spacious, but it wasn't that bad. Any witty retort died quickly on her lips as he pulled her after him without any warning and nearly making her stumble. She could walk fine and fast on those heels but at someone else's direction? That took a quick second to find her bearings and she nearly collided with his side before she found her correct footing.
"A little warning next time," she groused, using her free hand to smooth back her hair that nearly fell from her coils. "And a magic word wouldn't fucking kill you if you need story time. That way." She pointed off as the promenade curved, leading them even if she wasn't the one dragging the other. "They aren't very good stories to tell. My mermaid who drowns sailors that follow her siren call? That tale's second date material. Over there." Did they call it backseat driving when there was no car? Good thing he had been holed up in a forest for god knew how long. "Some are more reminders. Like the snake." She felt it slither and absentmindedly she rubbed her hand against her collarbone and chest. "She reminds me of what to do when I feel weak again. To bite those who would wrong me. Poison who would step into my den. And that nothing stays the same. Sometimes a little skin must be shed."
She felt naked as she talked about her tattoos, even as flippantly as she was. She was used to them being gawked at, and glossed over with some coy remark. She was all show. Telling was different and she switched the attention back to him. "Tell me something about you."