Intro Overflow: May

[moustre]

Intro Log: May, Overflow

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[wylderrant]

Oh. Oh. Iramaat resists the urge to flutter her eyelashes at her and instead just lets her grin grow a touch wider. There's something flirtatious in those words, that offer to test blade against blade and muscle against muscle. She can feel herself going all-a-tingle at the thought of it. Exciting.

"Oh, dear heart, I am comfortable with both - although if I wasn't, I am sure your kind invitation would have convinced me!"

She rolls a tidbit of food between her fingers, regarding Nel with a fond sort of curiosity. She's an interesting sort, isn't she? Distant but inviting. Playful, in her own way.

Iramaat wants to know more. Iramaat wants her. She's interesting.

"I'm sure we can teach each other much about swordplay and footwork and the throw of a wrestling match..." She waves her empty hand with a laugh. Not exactly flirtatious, but verging on it.

[guillotine]

Dear heart just reminds her of an endearment Clair might use, successfully distracting Nel long enough for her guts to wrench sideways in painful longing. The promise of consensual one-on-one violence is convenient for pulling her focus in another direction, and with renewed intensity.

"You may regret ever agreeing to it," she says, "but I'm looking forward to seeing if you do."

And with that, a pact is sealed. Godspeed, ladies.