STATION 72 ; mental link

[shri]

KALI She Who is the Great Destroyer ; She Who wears a Garland of Skulls	LAKSHMI She Who Believes in Truth ; She Who is the Mother
DRAUPADI She who was Born of Fire Sacrafice;	DURGA She Who is perpetually endeavouring to protect the weak and the poor and remove their misery.

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[shri]

[ She pulls it tight to her to middle, twisting the ties to knot below her breasts. Busy with the task, her head tilted up and away from herself as she dresses for bed. Covered up for the time being. ]

I would not have let you in, if it were.

[ At last, she turns, showing herself properly, the gold tikka at her forehead set neatly, the dangle of gold at her ears. The flat red stones and the dulled shine of well worn metal, disks as flat as the sun swinging from them. Her hand lifts, beckons him into the tent further after the brief moment where she takes him in. Looks him over, from head to toe -

- and then turns away. Towards a small table she seems to keep her own personal effects upon. It's there that her fingers find her hair, the gold that is settled against it as she begins to unhook. ]

To what do I owe the pleasure?

[justttkidding]

[ Out of the corner of his eye, he keeps track of her motion. Simply so he doesn't miss her gaze– it would be impolite. Or maybe the directness would. He isn't sure where she's from; that's why he's here to begin with. ]

Fair enough.

[ Logical then, and straightforward. November catches the moment she looks over and meets her with a tilt of his head, expression genial. Just shy of neutral. It wouldn't do to be overtly friendly. ]

I wanted to introduce myself. Seeing as we'll all be working together, it seemed appropriate to. [ A pause, and then a short laugh. ] Of course, this is the old fashioned way.

[ Another flash of a smile before he half-bows. The polite, perfunctory kind he's done in the presence of royalty. ] You can call me November.