Thread: Two Worlds Collide RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Kihanna was dying of boredom too. But she wouldnt admit that. It be unladylike and her father had taught her better than to complain in someone elses home or territory. She had finished grooming dirt and tangles out of her fur and was now working on her hair, fixing the long braid that lay on the back of her long dark hair. She could use a bath. She was still in the clothes she had escaped the ship with, thankfully not torn apart from the fall, though there were a few holes she would need to see back together. For all the modesty her father taught and demanded of her, her favourite outfit showed plenty of skin, sitting off the shoulder and hugging her well endowed curves, cutting short under her chest to show her toned stomach, with a matching skirt that ended far shorter than a princess should wear. Granted she wore specially made high boots that clung to her legs with ribbon, but her father hated the outfit while Kihanna had always loved it on herself. The Captain has shared that opinion with Kiha and allowed her to wear it and similar replicas in other colours while on his ship, something that did please her but also made her aware of his staring. Now the clothing almost felt more modest that the complete lack of cloth these natives wore. She could not judge though. She had visited a planet last year with her father whose people could not wear clothing as their species was deathly allergic to cotton or silk. Kihanna has learned how to advert her eyes then as to not stare at their exposed private areas, or ogle the more beautiful of the specimens and she did so now too, only glancing at faces or feet, being respectful to their privacy. With one exception. Terra stepped back in and Kihanna forgot herself and glanced. These natives were indeed unique in their scales and bodies, but they still held feminine and masculine qualities most species held, and Kiha could admire that Terra had her own well rounded curves. She was careful not to look longer than a glance and resumed her braiding quickly, ignoring her till she sat down and poured some water. Thank you, she exclaimed, finishing her braid and lifting the bowl, opening her mouth to ask but three heads popped in. Kihanna hadnt seen any of their children and these three seemed curious but only one stepped forward and into Terras lap. Again the affectionate touching and Kihanna was clearly curious what it meant, realizing she had been wrong to first presume it was a mating thing. Perhaps for family? She was not sure. Her father never touched her unless it was to escort her by the arm to a formal gathering of some kind. What are Primals? She asked, having overheard her. She smiled softly at the young reptilian girl but her tails remained well out of reach. She sniffed the air though, finding these people did not smell at all bad, in fact many, like Terra for example, smelt rather nice. They spoke a language she did not know and her ears perked up and swivelled forward to listen, having been hidden in her hair. This delighted the young girl, seeing the sudden long dark ears bounce up and point towards her to better hear this new tongue. Kihanna smiled softly, always having a soft spot for children. They were a species future and they saw the world more innocently than any adult could. Reaching to the side, a small pouch was sewn into her skirt, nearly invisible though it held a few small items. The one she pulled out was a perfectly smoothed oval crystal that glimmered in the light, and engraved on it was a symbol. She handed it to the young child and the symbol reformed itself into the language they knew best. On it they could read the word Peace. She had been given it on her first space travel by her mother when she was only seven. It was a magically embuded item that allowed her to show signs of peace even to those she could not communicate with. She hoped they would understand.