#gail interactions

[overkilled-a]

          “My, you’re looking a bit lost there, honey,” Gail said, approaching the dark haired woman. She wore dark circular sunglasses despite the fact the sun was already beginning to sit, a few remaining rays poke between gaps in the sky scrapers. A large smile spread across her face as she placed her hands on her hips.

          “I don’t suppose you need any help getting somewhere? Or perhaps you’re waiting on someone?” She tilted her head slightly for a moment as she waited patiently for a response. 

@thx-new-memorabilia

[overkilled-a]

     Since Gail was a teen, being nomadic had always been part of her life and was something she’d grown to truly love and enjoy. She had seen seas with treacherous waters so black and deep it’d give even the toughest sailors nightmares, enchanting forests where the trees whispered to those that listened, and ruins so old and hidden that their names had long since been forgotten. While sometimes dangerous she found her travels to be both enlightening and freeing and perhaps sometimes lonely. 

     While walking, she made no attempt to hide that she was an apostate, her dark gnarled staff tapping the ground with every step of her right foot. The purple gem cradled between two dragon’s jaws gleaming brightly in the sun. She paused for a moment, spotting the elven woman and offered a kind smile.

          “Good evening. Quite the lovely day isn’t it?” She asked.

@irsalladin