Rocks, Danta? Really? Oh well, it was true that ravens didn't always survive the gore crows in the Climb so it worked well enough. The memo reached Zef and she wasn't against a little field trip to visit their southern cousins on the sun-kissed coast.
"Hey there, hot stuff," she crooned as she sauntered up to Dantalion with a sharp-toothed grin. One hand held a frosty glass with a bright blue liquid and vivid green umbrella shading the melting ice from the sun, while a bottle of something eminently flammable dangled from the fingers of the other. Dressed to impress not give a shit, as always, her brown skin was mostly bared to the blinding sun, with only a token maroon breast band and thong to keep things from bouncing around.
"What's cookin'?"
"Hey there, hot stuff," she crooned as she sauntered up to Dantalion with a sharp-toothed grin. One hand held a frosty glass with a bright blue liquid and vivid green umbrella shading the melting ice from the sun, while a bottle of something eminently flammable dangled from the fingers of the other. Dressed to impress not give a shit, as always, her brown skin was mostly bared to the blinding sun, with only a token maroon breast band and thong to keep things from bouncing around.
"What's cookin'?"
