I. Sure Looks Like Art The art doesn't even make her blush, but Nina is thoroughly enjoying watching other people squirm and squeak their way through the exhibit. She wanders through it at her own pace, grateful for something else to look at after that-- rude awakening. She isn't even sure what to make of everything, only that she hopes she won't be regretting this any time soon.
She tucks her hair back, eyes wandering over a very phallic piece of... pottery?
"Well, they really don't leave much to the imagination with this one, do they. I wonder if it pours like a teapot."
II. Heawood Of course it's winter. Even if Fjerdans had been celebrating the start of spring, it had still been freezing when she was scooped up from Djerholm. And now here she is again, in winter. Eternal, bleak winter. She used to like it before having to hike across glaciers.
Nina hugs her black coat around her as she takes in the damage surrounding the inn. The somewhat hostile looks coming from what she assumes are the natives has not gone unnoticed, but she knows she'd be rather put out if her home looked like a war zone. Saints, what has she gotten herself into?
"Well, looks like I missed all the fun," she says to no one in particular.
III. Wildcard! surprise me!
IV. Network
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Nina Zenik | 18
What's your favorite season to have sex and why?
Winter and fall are such cozy seasons for sex. Besides, I like stripping off layers: it's like unwrapping a present.
Nina Zenik | Six of Crows
The art doesn't even make her blush, but Nina is thoroughly enjoying watching other people squirm and squeak their way through the exhibit. She wanders through it at her own pace, grateful for something else to look at after that-- rude awakening. She isn't even sure what to make of everything, only that she hopes she won't be regretting this any time soon.
She tucks her hair back, eyes wandering over a very phallic piece of... pottery?
"Well, they really don't leave much to the imagination with this one, do they. I wonder if it pours like a teapot."
II. Heawood
Of course it's winter. Even if Fjerdans had been celebrating the start of spring, it had still been freezing when she was scooped up from Djerholm. And now here she is again, in winter. Eternal, bleak winter. She used to like it before having to hike across glaciers.
Nina hugs her black coat around her as she takes in the damage surrounding the inn. The somewhat hostile looks coming from what she assumes are the natives has not gone unnoticed, but she knows she'd be rather put out if her home looked like a war zone. Saints, what has she gotten herself into?
"Well, looks like I missed all the fun," she says to no one in particular.
III. Wildcard!
surprise me!
IV. Network
Winter and fall are such cozy seasons for sex. Besides, I like stripping off layers: it's like unwrapping a present.