#trans bun

For what was probably the half dozenth time in short order, Mosh’ka popped her eye open behind the cover of her dark sunglasses and swept her gaze over to the elderly elezen woman a little way down the beach from her. Again the woman was looking over her way, but even a slight turn of her head that direction would get her suddenly interested in anything other than the sun bathing viera. She wasn’t one to be in any form ashamed by displays of her body, not after all the work she’d put into making it how it was after all, but the suggestion someone was ashamed to be caught looking upon her had the woman’s attention. Leaving her beach towel and basket of supplies aside, she finally popped up properly and started heading her admirer’s way with a broad smile and an energetic wave.

The aged elezen looks like she’s ready to try and get up and bolt off, but aged joints and slow reactions leave her barely ready to stand by the time the subject of her attention was already within ear shot. “Do not be alarmed! I only mean to introduce myself. I’m not bothered by eyes and their wanderings.” Inviting herself onto the elder’s towel, she plops down next to the wrinkly featured elezen and offers out a hand. “I am Mosh’ka. I take it you have not seen many viera?”

The racing in the old woman’s heart likely would have been a great concern to the both of them if there at little more aware of it, but she’s trying to return the smile with a polite one of her own. “Oh.. oh by the Twelve I am sorry if I disturbed you! I just.. well, where I am from most people don’t look like you. Not.. not just over the ears, mind!” There’s a motion in general to the bikini clad form next to her, though her eyes do linger on the rather tight fit of the bun’s bottoms. “You ah.. you aren’t like anyone I’ve ever seen at all.” Despite the lines of time and the subtle washing of her skin tone with age, there was clearly some color rushing into the elder’s cheeks.

The motion and the eyes weren’t lost on the viera of course, who just barely managed to hold down a laugh over the nature of her earlier peeking. She’d heard so many tales of judgmental people, including elezens, that she thought perhaps it was a matter of how open she was with her body. Instead she was seeing a now very familiar set of reactions. “Perhaps if I were not in the Spring and yourself so deeply within the Winter, we might have been able to.. better make use of your appreciative curiosity. I’ve never been with anyone so... blue, before. But I imagine such things would be.. dangerously exciting, at this point.”

Though the beach-fanatic had expected her ‘gentle’ guidance away from the concept to be met with a drop of disappointment, Mosh’ka was instead met with a wrinkled held up to her face while her suitor fussed about in her pack. Some boldness had been instilled in her by the bun coming and plopping down next to her, and even suggesting she would have been interested. A moment or so later she presents a vibrant red feather, marked almost as if it had flames. “A phoenix down.. kept in case of emergencies!” The item’s presentation gave the viera pause, and she blinked a few times behind those dark sunglasses.