[ Sif has not been enjoying most of the celebrations going on in the city, but tonight she has decided to let her hair down. Perhaps not in a particularly joyful way, but there is a wildness in the air here that speaks to her. To start with, however, she remains relatively calm while she tastes the food and takes in the atmosphere, and gets started on her drinking.
Even now, there is an almost dangerous glint in her eyes, an air about her that is reminiscent of the heavy heat before a summer storm. ]
ii. mistletoe
[ Sif has no idea what the mistletoe hung here and there is supposed to signify, and so she takes no pains to avoid it. One may want to be careful about trying to kiss her though, it could turn out very pleasant indeed, or quite painful. ]
iii. dancing/mushrooms
[ Sif moves well, with sure footing and expert control of every part of her body. It is a display far more sensual than anything she ever shows in daily life, sweat shining on her brow as she moves ceaselessly to the beating of the drums.
She does decide to eat some of the mushrooms, and laughs with delight as flames seem to skip from the bonfire to live on her skin, turning her into a living flame. She feels alive again, and she wants to fight and fuck and do all sorts of foolish things that she so rarely lets herself do. She is tired of being the sensible one, of standing in the shadows until she is needed.
Let everyone see her now, and make of it what they will. ]
iv. sacrifice
[ Sif drinks the blood, her lips stained red as she raises her cup up high, her voice carrying loud and strong as if calling troops to battle. ]
Lady Sif | ota
[ Sif has not been enjoying most of the celebrations going on in the city, but tonight she has decided to let her hair down. Perhaps not in a particularly joyful way, but there is a wildness in the air here that speaks to her. To start with, however, she remains relatively calm while she tastes the food and takes in the atmosphere, and gets started on her drinking.
Even now, there is an almost dangerous glint in her eyes, an air about her that is reminiscent of the heavy heat before a summer storm. ]
ii. mistletoe
[ Sif has no idea what the mistletoe hung here and there is supposed to signify, and so she takes no pains to avoid it. One may want to be careful about trying to kiss her though, it could turn out very pleasant indeed, or quite painful. ]
iii. dancing/mushrooms
[ Sif moves well, with sure footing and expert control of every part of her body. It is a display far more sensual than anything she ever shows in daily life, sweat shining on her brow as she moves ceaselessly to the beating of the drums.
She does decide to eat some of the mushrooms, and laughs with delight as flames seem to skip from the bonfire to live on her skin, turning her into a living flame. She feels alive again, and she wants to fight and fuck and do all sorts of foolish things that she so rarely lets herself do. She is tired of being the sensible one, of standing in the shadows until she is needed.
Let everyone see her now, and make of it what they will. ]
iv. sacrifice
[ Sif drinks the blood, her lips stained red as she raises her cup up high, her voice carrying loud and strong as if calling troops to battle. ]
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