[ TIEFLING PARTY. ] a starter where our muses approach one another at the tiefling party , to gossip , chat , dance , or hit on each other . ( from @0bliveon ?? )
Quaint and humble their campsite may be, the wizard was at least sure that Lliira herself would likely approve of the chaotic happenings occurring among the Tieflings and co. Hells, Valeryana was even convinced to dress for the occasion, albeit keeping still to her blacks all the same. Cloaked in a corsetted dress and thigh-high boots, her staff nonetheless remained perpetually at her side as she went about doing her rounds, hand-waving the praise and fame she garnered as the eponymous savior to the refugees. A drow saving tieflings. Well now. Who says stranger tales can't be told? The praise was flattering, but no more than that, she was content with merely seeing others content. It feels good to do a good thing, no? Of course, she wasn't blind to the less merry of the band, some of them including her own companions. Slow, measured steps found themselves wandering off by the lakeside where her weary, trained eyes catch one of her companions that she discovered at the very Emerald Grove they both helped to save. It was also where Valeryana realized she would have to prevent a trinity of bad behaviour amongst the likes of Lae'zel, Shadowheart, and now "Liv" as she introduced herself. Nevertheless, she found the Druid endearing in her own ways and certainly could appreciate the almost capricious energy and desire she held to... live, she'd suppose. The drow quietly approaches her side, peering up towards the cloudless skies and the glow of moonlight shining down on them both. "Had your fill of the festivities, I presume?"
