Re: The Art of War(Melbara/Shrike7 & Eliza/xgkf)
Liz squeaked in surprise as Helena suddenly hugged her, and proceeded to tug her along out of the tent before she can react.
Outside, the blue-haired woman’s mouth fell open slightly as she saw the state of the camp, which had taken to nearly full on party mode. Everyone in sight was either engaged in impromptu, laugh-filled dances with one another, indiscriminate of gender, or loosely seated around the various campfires that dotted the camp, engaged in song and keeping the mood as they watched the dancers, with many of them – men and women alike – giving appreciative looks to their fellow comrades as they danced. Even in the memories the EGG implanted into her about Black Company, Eliza couldn’t remember ever seeing the camp quite like it was now. Song and dance often broke out among the mercenary group as the day fell into night, but never quite to this scale.
Be it Helena’s influence or not, Eliza could feel her worries drift away as the mood sank in, and before she knew it, she was smiling and laughing right along with Helena and the rest of the camp as her legs and hips began to sway, her own lovely body no doubt stealing some of the appreciative looks of any of her fellow mercenaries that happened to look her way.