// <span style='color:3D0707'>Timestamp</span> \\
<span style='color:690000'>Quarter:</span> Dyo
<span style='color:690000'>Day:</span> 12th
<span style='color:690000'>Year:</span> 81378
// <span style='color:#808080'>Nassor Runihura Akhenshu</span> \\
Primary Trade ¤ Rogue (A)
Secondary Trade ¤ Aerokinesis (A)
Tertiary Trade ¤ Languages (A)
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>\\ This is another private thread for Odi and my characters; Nassor and Odi. So, like the last time, please, don't join. Feel free to watch! But no posty. (I'm so sad with the overuse of sarcasm..) XD
Ah, and for reference.. http://aggysstash.homestead.com/files/tilghe.htmthe tilghe translator</a>.</td></tr></table>
\\ IC
The remorse he felt at not being able to follow along behind her was quickly diminished as she grabbed his hand to fly through the halls, up stairs, and eventually to the Tsupeon. Their second touch had been more electrifying than the first, and the aerokinetic pendragon wondered idily if she was already beginning to show off for him. Whether she was or not, he chose to think so. It made him feel special.
Upon arriving at the Tsupeon, his mouth drops open, just a little. It was enormous. Far larger than any other stadium he'd ever seen in his life. A gigantic jemdrull field was in the center, surrounded by littler fields all around, each set up with something different. Around the large jemdrull field was a track. Shutting his mouth and replacing awe with a smile, Nassor turns to Odi and gently squeezes her hand. (Though he really wished to squeeze something else..)
<span style='color:#808080'>"Well, there's the track. Among other things.."</span> he looks around once more before returning to her gaze, <span style='color:#808080'>"What should we.. try first?"</span>
He was about to ask what they should 'do' first, but given the fact that they were now in public, and their already heightened sexual tension, he didn't feel it wise to provoke it further. Social norms would be thrown to the wind, and the slim snow white femme would find herself enveloped in his charcoal arms.
But for now he would remain with polite restraint. And after she had shown off (and he had gotten to watch certain portions of her frame as she ran), he would have to find a target at which to hurl his dagger. Showing off just was too much fun!