Kira Talith
Kinetic Communication at its finest my Chick-e-dee
[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
"Is that what it takes?" Kira spared a few moments to cast her husband an amused twist of her lips.
"Bats to get you feeling creeped out?" that was rather amusing to say the least. Granted, it likely wasn't really to that effect, but with everything that had occurred in the last few minutes, a little bit of humor wasn't going to hurt.
"Here I thought you'd be on the top of that foodchain buck-a-roo." that was a distinct reference to his Garhan linage. If anything, he'd occasionally spent doing to her what the vampireic version of the tiny little bloodsuckers fed for sustenance. A faint flashback took the Lorrdian back to Exocron, the circumstances of that first time, and what had subsequently followed. Then the blush of heat that had nothing to do with that of the torch she held recalling just how energetic he would be after.
A half brush against her neck at the tiny marks there was an unconcious gesture, not meant as judgement but more with affection. Holding her torch up high, something glittered in the distance. And along the walls. There were scattered lines of crystal and pale white material. Kira was never good with ores, she she had no clue what it could be.
She did know, however, what the two whine of powercells meant. Yup, they were not alone here.
The burst of bubble of protection was instinctual, the bolts falling harmlessly upon the iridescent blue sphere protecting them.
"Is that what it takes?" Kira spared a few moments to cast her husband an amused twist of her lips.
"Bats to get you feeling creeped out?" that was rather amusing to say the least. Granted, it likely wasn't really to that effect, but with everything that had occurred in the last few minutes, a little bit of humor wasn't going to hurt.
"Here I thought you'd be on the top of that foodchain buck-a-roo." that was a distinct reference to his Garhan linage. If anything, he'd occasionally spent doing to her what the vampireic version of the tiny little bloodsuckers fed for sustenance. A faint flashback took the Lorrdian back to Exocron, the circumstances of that first time, and what had subsequently followed. Then the blush of heat that had nothing to do with that of the torch she held recalling just how energetic he would be after.
A half brush against her neck at the tiny marks there was an unconcious gesture, not meant as judgement but more with affection. Holding her torch up high, something glittered in the distance. And along the walls. There were scattered lines of crystal and pale white material. Kira was never good with ores, she she had no clue what it could be.
She did know, however, what the two whine of powercells meant. Yup, they were not alone here.
The burst of bubble of protection was instinctual, the bolts falling harmlessly upon the iridescent blue sphere protecting them.