Jun 15 04:39:51 106 PA
From Chronicles
It's a fine early morning at the pool. A few minutes after 7 AM and the early few water enthusiasts have begun their daily worship. None is more enthusiastic than Vyvian. She cuts through the water with ease, her dark green form torpedoing from one end to another more rapidly than most. She emerges at one side of the pool amid a splash of water, a bright, husky laugh bubbling up for no obvious reason. She turns her head slightly, glancing back towards the water itself, considering the folk who are currently in it with all of her softly befuddled attention.
Right, so Nath steps out. She's dressed in a red swimsuit. She's... pretty normal. Not a perfect body, but she's not ugly either. She might have been pretty if she didn't have lingering signs of malnutrition, as well as a few scars here and there. One on her left shoulder, one down her right thigh. The swimsuit might conceal others. Despite that, she blends in well. Except for the bunny-pink eyes, of course, but them's the breaks.
Vyvian is quite different and, after her survey of the pool proper she boosts herself out of the water, done with a lithe strength. She'll end up crouched on the edge before straightening up with the same sort of quietly confidence stance she always wears. The metallic silver bikini she's taken to eye catching apart from her otherwise attention getting presence. At first, oblivious to Nath's arrival as she starts to wander along the edge of the pool, an appealing saunter. A few regular swimmers speak to her and she returns their attention with an easy, wholehearted friendliness wrapped in her rustic, husky tone. She will end up glancing towards the front of the pool and spy Nath as she enters. "Hey there, honey," she calls out unreservedly, the tone of the words given with a warm friendliness.
Nathaleia catches sight of Vyvian too. She freezes. She stares. She pauses briefly to consider lunch. Then she stares some more. Then she's addressed by Vyvian. "Holy sodomized Jesus on a jagged metal shaft," she mutters under her breath, but raises her hand and walks over to the edge of the pool. Then she sits down, dipping her feet in the water.
Vyvian lingers by the edge as Nath approaches, quiet until she's near enough for a conversational tone to be made use of. "Didn't expect t'see ya 'round here, Nat. Y'like t'swim too? 'Bout the best way t'relax for me." When the young woman settles down on the edge, Vyvian turns and will kneel down slightly beside her, a hand on lifted knee. "I like your swimmin' clothes too." Her eyes catch on the shoulder scar, casually considering it.
It must have been fairly deep. The one on her thigh must have been deeper still. From the looks of 'em, neither were treated by a physician. More likely taped together and left at that. "Uh-huh. Could you turn around for me a few times?" she asks Vyvian with casual interest.
"Turn 'round?" Vyvian meets the question with a soft befuddlement, but after a moment she decides, "Don't see the harm in it." She rises up from kneeling lithely and, with arms extended outward slightly at her sides, does a slow pair of turns. That she displays herself doesn't seem to bother her, more than a few pairs of eyes turning towards the tall lizard woman. Given her complimentary suit, little surprise. She pauses then and glances down at Nath, her tail casually swaying behind. "That alright, honey? Nothin' wrong?"
"Naw, everything's awesome. You have those scales. Are you all slimy?" Nathaleia wonders in a curious tone, and one entirely unashamed. Yes, her eyes remain on Vyvian for the time being. She's the most interesting thing there at the moment. As if she had a player au... errr, as if she had... as if she was really awesome. Which she might be. Right. Fluff aside, she inclines slightly towards the woman, giving her another look up and down.
Vyvian chuckles huskily, not seeming at all bothered with the question. "Ain't so, honey," she assures Nath. The two are at poolside, with Nath sitting, feet in the water and Vyvian standing. Nath in a red suit, Vyvian in her metallic silver bikini. It's a bit after 7 AM and the mood at the pool is relaxed. Vyvian drops down into a smooth kneel once more, a hand lifted to casually brush the back of her fingers against Nath's shoulder. "Just been in the water, ain't slimy am I?" While her scales are still a bit wet, there's no undue slickness. And she's warm, rather than cool in the way of cold blooded animals. "Looks like somethin' took a bit outta your shoulder there," she adds in a soft murmur, which is near to where she brushed.
From the changing rooms comes a woman. Soft brown curls, a rich red two piece swimsuit that matches her lipstick, and a towel over her shoulder. Her movements are deliberate, the sway of her hips designed to catch the eye, her amused smile matching the humour in the green eyes that appear to be laughing at the world. She drops her town on a lounger, turning towards the pool, her intent obvious. Figures are not kept by will power alone.
Nathaleia tenses when she's touched, but completely fails to attack Vyvian with teeth, hands or concealed weapons. She glances at her now wet shoulder. "Oh, I hadn't noticed," she claims in a casual tone. "Can I touch?" It's probably not her own shoulder she's referring to. She has yet to notice that Aimee type, because Vyvian is being distracting. Shame on you, Vyvian!
Vyvian seems rather oblivious to the possible danger, her manner remaining relaxed and quite free. "Sure, honey. I ain't got no big scars m'self, but then ole Vyvy ain't a real big finger. Got the tip taken off of my tail, though. Just a lil bit, so it ain't so obvious unless y'look close." Said appendage flicking about to her side to curl against her ankles, the tip laid along the side of the pool. And touching Vyvian is a bit like touching thinly padded wood. There's a little give before the hard muscle she has starts resisting.
Aimee moves towards the pair, aiming to get into the pool. She gives Vyvian a look of recognition, dipping her head in greeting and offering a warm smile. "All that dancing not enough for you?" She comments as she moves closer. Nathaleia gets a glance, but unrecognised, comment is left unspoken. She lowers herself into the water, taking a moment to get used to the temperature, leaning her head back to wet her hair.
Having received permission to touch Vyvian, Nathaleia casually reaches out to grab her breast. No, really. She tries, at least. Regardless if her efforts are met with success, she glances down at her tail in the meantime. More specifically the tip of her tail. "Oh, I've never lost any of my tail. I don't really have one. But I was once beaten with a tire iron," she chirps in a perky tone. "Broke my jaw and two ribs. I imagine that'd be a little like losing part of my tail. If I had one." She looks up at Aimee as she nears, studying her somewhat appreciatively.
Vyvian looks up when someone comes near and she's spoken to. Recognition takes a moment, though once she gets a hint of it she favors the woman with a broad, toothy grin and greets her like one might an old friend. "Hey there, honey. What's that 'bout dancin'?" Of course, then Nath goes for her handful, which does startle Vyvian for a moment. However, the sort of reaction one might expect doesn't come, the scaly amazon looking back to her with a confusedly curious look. "Didn't lose enough t'have no problems," she replies, whilst her curious look lingers. "What're y'after, honey?" All said and asked without an attempt to dislodge the hand and no real note of embarrassment or otherwise. Strange critter is Vyvian.
Aimee's eyebrows arch at the grab, glancing between the two, humour sparking in her green eyes. "I think perhaps, mon ami, you are busy, and I'll leave you, perhaps swim." She turns her gaze on Nathaleia, letting her eyes wander, before turning back towards the water. "See you at the club, oui?" The question must be rhetorical, as she pushes off the side, slicing through the water. She lets herself glide for a moment before putting effort into it.
Nathaleia glances back at Vyvian, offering her an apologetic smile. "What? Oh, that. My hand. Wandering hand syndrome. I have no control of it." That's obviously not the truth, because while she doesn't remove the hand while Aimee speaks, afterwards she does. And then she clenches both hands and exclaims, "French. Awesome! I love this city." She turns her head to study Aimee's wet body. Damn that watery distortion effect. "Oh, right." Back to Vyvian. Then away from her again. She takes a look around. "Huh, no elves." Back to Vyvian once more. "You're nice to touch. Like a snake. You know, a snake with tits."
Vyvian seems to be a bit confused with Nath overall, considering the young human with a furrowed brow. Though it's not the troubled sort of confusion and she chuckles huskily at the response she gets from her. "Ain't how most say it," she says before looking towards Aimee. The questions drawn in, but her time to answer coming a bit too late with her bemused preoccupation with the grabby one beside her. "Nice one, that," she says to Nath as she looks back to her. "Y'just go 'round grabbin' folk like that often?" Curious. Amused. She didn't seem to buy the uncontrolled hands thing, but she doesn't lean on it. "Ain't like ole Vyvy minds bein' touched, but ain't every day that folk do that outta the blue." She is nice to touch, though. Firm in all the right places.
For a while, the french woman swims, swiftly and energetically. Then she rises, giving Nathaleia ample chance to see a wet body, one kept nice through fitness and dancing. She lifts her hands to push the water from her hair. She moves to the side of the pool, lifting herself into a sit on the edge, giving Vyvian a warm smile, a half wave as she rises to her feet, snagging the towel. "See you in the club, mon petite lezarde..." She gives Nathaleia an amused look, her eyes brimming with the laughter, before she turns for the changing room.
"You gave me permission to touch you," Nathaleia claims in an innocent tone. And then perks when Aimee addresses Vyvian. "I love that accent." But the frenchy leaves. And as much she likes to watch her go, she hates to see her leave. "So, you don't mind being touched?" Right, back to the issue at hand.
Vyvian chuckles again and bobs her head slightly. "Suppose I did, though most tend t'touch an arm or such," she replies, still showing no upset. She glances up when Aimee speaks and gives her a wave and toothy grin. "Go there from time t'time," she confirms before returning her attention to Nath. The second qestion gets a casual shake of head. "Ain't nothin' wrong with touchin'," she replies with a casual air. "Though I get the sense most kinds of touchin' ain't for out in the open 'round here." The amusement in her eyes suggesting another prod at the grope of moments before. "Seems some 'round here do, but it ain't so hard t'not touch so as they won't be bothered."
"It's a damned shame. I think you should be touched all the time," Nathaleia states in a serious tone of voice. "Maybe even work in a petting zoo. But failing that, I'm willing to make up for the slack." Ain't that nice of her? She scoots over to sit right next to Vyvian, but with the tail between them. Then she reaches out to slide a hand around her waist.
"Dunno 'bout that, honey. Can't be doin' work with folk all up near ya alla the time,' Vyvian points out. Though she doesn't at all mind the scoot up and lean in. lifting her own hand to casually rest it on Nath's shoulder. "Ain't you just a sweet lil thing," she adds then with a toothy grin. "Y'like touchin' folk, eh? Anythin' else ole Vyvy should be knowin' 'bout ya?"
Sweet little thing? First time anyone has used that term to describe Nath. She glances up at Vyvian. "Like what? Want the story of my being an alien princess from space?" She doesn't object to the touch, obviously, and neither does she try to grope any more. Satisfied with having an arm around the lizardling.
"Now now, honey. No need t'be makin' things up," Vyvian will chide softly. She might be many things, but that gullible she is not. "If we're gunna be friends, helps t'know things 'bout your friends, don't it? Like I'm not too partial t'cities and such. Ain't natural, y'know. So I don't live 'round here. Just nearby." She grins broadly. "What 'bout you?"
"Isn't natural to use toilet paper either, but it's pretty nice all the same," Nathaleia notes in a friendly tone. "I live in the Dregs. You'll have to visit me sometime. Or vice versa."
Vyvian chuckles huskily and shakes her head a little. "Don't take no one t'my den cause it's secret, honey. Gotta have my lil private place, y'know?" She pats the young woman lightly on the shoulder after saying so, as if to soothe a hurt. "Ain't nothin' t'you, just how I am. But I'll come t'visit you if y'want me to. Ain't no worries " Tags: aimee, nathaleia, vyvian
