@bonebrew
Her ability to watch someone without being spotted nigh immediately is something Requiem is all too grateful for. Nevertheless, she’s intrigued by what she sees, reminded of tieflings with how the other woman carries herself. Though, that in itself doesn’t seem quite right. She knows them, has lived with them, and this is something else.
[ NATURE CHECK : 14 + 0 = 14 ]
Okay, most definitely not a tiefling, and not human. Not many things that she knows of, and while she doesn’t know what she’s looking off, it helps to tick off the things it’s not. Still, she does not know, and it’s a frustrating sort of thing to find herself facing. Asking directly? That’s far out of the question.
So, she finds another way to go about it.
“What a lovely silhouette.” Requiem approaches with a saunter, fingers wrapped around the pipe hidden in her clothing. “I quite like your horns, they provide, a certain beauty. I’m nearly envious.”










