[ Caligi picked a location that wouldn't be intruded on by anyone that would look for her at out of some sense of self preservation. The last thing she needed was to give the twins or worse, Thancred an eyeful of her naked form before a battle. It's bad enough she already left with only a hastily written note that she'd return in a few days with not much information beyond that - as she felt the others would judge her for leaving to heal Zenos from injuries she caused, only to fight him again naked. She would not hear the end of it from certain people.
She is petite, like all women of her race are, but she is not smooth and soft like some. She is built with shoulders broader and arms are defined with muscles, and her tanned skin littered with faint scars from wounds too much for magic to fully heal. Her body was proof of the effort that she puts into her own strength and she is not ashamed of her own power. Usually, however, it's mostly hidden under clothing or armor - as Caligi isn't one to wander around in stages of undress like her adventurer companions. She stabbed her claymore into the ground and ran a hand through dual-toned red hair grumbling a few curses to herself under her breath.
Today was a bit different, however. The situation was of her own doing and while she had no shame in her own body - not in how it looked at least, (it didn't matter what people thought of it to her,) it was hers and served its purpose. How others viewed her wasn't important - why would it? She wasn't interested in the general majority and those who had it, didn't have the type that would spark any concern about how she looked. It was just her body.
Cal still couldn't deny the building anxiety building that was from what if someone she knew interrupted her clash against Zenos, misinterpreted the situation and how would she explain the state of her undress to them, considering he was to be fully dressed and her clothing were in a haphazard pile under a bag so they wouldn't be swept away by any resulting gust of wind from the force of their clash. She wasn't good with words. Explaining herself wasn't her forte and she knows it.
She cracks her neck and rolls a shoulder to stretch the muscles and prepare them as she tries to refocus on the task at hand.
A fight with Zenos.
The red-haired Au Ra will wait patiently for him to show himself, to prove the point she had made through those texts - that she would wait for him to get ready should he need it. She couldn't bring herself to explain to him why exactly she would through text, the words having failed her in her moments of anger - that the mixture of fear and excitement whenever facing him on the battlefield to her was more than worth waiting for, she's never had someone make her tremble in both awe and rage and pushed her passed her own limits like him.
That alone makes him worth the wait and worth her time. Worth her focus. She knows he's not like her, that he likely doesn't understand that her issue with his nudity during their fight was that she couldn't give him the focus she thought he deserved. Most wouldn't understand that and she wouldn't expect anyone too. It wasn't like a situation where he was nude in a public place where it was completely unacceptable - they'd understand that, she thinks.
Turning on heel and away from the sword stuck in the ground, she goes back to her pack and clothes and squats down to dig through it, tail swishing behind her as she searches for the muffins she stored to snack on for this occassion exactly. It wouldn't do to be hungry while fighting him, anyways. ]
He better not take too much longer. [ she grumbled under her breath before stuffing the muffin into her face, eyeing a monster that looked slightly edible and may be a suitable post battle meal, before standing and moving back to her weapon and sitting down next to her sword like she would as if she were dressed and eating her muffin while she waited. ]
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She is petite, like all women of her race are, but she is not smooth and soft like some. She is built with shoulders broader and arms are defined with muscles, and her tanned skin littered with faint scars from wounds too much for magic to fully heal. Her body was proof of the effort that she puts into her own strength and she is not ashamed of her own power. Usually, however, it's mostly hidden under clothing or armor - as Caligi isn't one to wander around in stages of undress like her adventurer companions. She stabbed her claymore into the ground and ran a hand through dual-toned red hair grumbling a few curses to herself under her breath.
Today was a bit different, however. The situation was of her own doing and while she had no shame in her own body - not in how it looked at least, (it didn't matter what people thought of it to her,) it was hers and served its purpose. How others viewed her wasn't important - why would it? She wasn't interested in the general majority and those who had it, didn't have the type that would spark any concern about how she looked. It was just her body.
Cal still couldn't deny the building anxiety building that was from what if someone she knew interrupted her clash against Zenos, misinterpreted the situation and how would she explain the state of her undress to them, considering he was to be fully dressed and her clothing were in a haphazard pile under a bag so they wouldn't be swept away by any resulting gust of wind from the force of their clash. She wasn't good with words. Explaining herself wasn't her forte and she knows it.
She cracks her neck and rolls a shoulder to stretch the muscles and prepare them as she tries to refocus on the task at hand.
A fight with Zenos.
The red-haired Au Ra will wait patiently for him to show himself, to prove the point she had made through those texts - that she would wait for him to get ready should he need it. She couldn't bring herself to explain to him why exactly she would through text, the words having failed her in her moments of anger - that the mixture of fear and excitement whenever facing him on the battlefield to her was more than worth waiting for, she's never had someone make her tremble in both awe and rage and pushed her passed her own limits like him.
That alone makes him worth the wait and worth her time. Worth her focus. She knows he's not like her, that he likely doesn't understand that her issue with his nudity during their fight was that she couldn't give him the focus she thought he deserved. Most wouldn't understand that and she wouldn't expect anyone too. It wasn't like a situation where he was nude in a public place where it was completely unacceptable - they'd understand that, she thinks.
Turning on heel and away from the sword stuck in the ground, she goes back to her pack and clothes and squats down to dig through it, tail swishing behind her as she searches for the muffins she stored to snack on for this occassion exactly. It wouldn't do to be hungry while fighting him, anyways. ]
He better not take too much longer. [ she grumbled under her breath before stuffing the muffin into her face, eyeing a monster that looked slightly edible and may be a suitable post battle meal, before standing and moving back to her weapon and sitting down next to her sword like she would as if she were dressed and eating her muffin while she waited. ]