Relaxation at last (Stella/Sabriel)

“A lovely day, yes?” A rather silky toned voice would utter from behind where the hoodie wearing woman was. She had not planned on stopping but when the Arrancar came across someone who her instinct told her to speak to, Sabriel could not help but follow it. The woman had the spiritual energy of a Quincy, a race that would no doubt have wanted to wipe her kind out at one time but times had changed and the Arrancar was certainly not afraid of this girl.

Sabriel’s appearance always made her stick out a bit and today would be no different, a leotard clinging to her form, which just about covered what needed to be. She had never felt any reason to hide what she had been given and her unique look seemed to attract attention most of the time, which was precisely what she wanted.

Approaching the woman and glancing up at the bright blue sky for a minute, she would then look down at the rather cute Quincy and ask. “May I join you for a bit?”

The Arrancar noticed the red tinge that formed on the girl’s cheeks and smiled a little, able to hazard a guess at just what was causing her to blush. At least the woman did not seem to be hostile at all and if her reaction to her clothing was anything to go by then perhaps she was a rather more delicate flower? That did not trouble Sabriel and she would soon enough take a seat when it was offered to her, briefly following the woman’s gaze to the sky.

It did not last too long though and soon enough, her purple orbs turned towards the redheaded Quincy. She was adorable indeed and Sabriel already had to struggle just a bit to keep her eyes on the girl’s face and not have them wander to other parts of her. She noted that the woman was rather muscular, a sign that perhaps she was skilled physically, a thought that briefly caused the Arrancar to pause. Was she certain that she wanted to tumble around with another strong girl? Her back was still aching from her last encounters with Calypso and Arianda.

“It is a beautiful afternoon.” She replied playfully, knowing exactly what she was doing. “Almost as beautiful as you.”

Chuckling, she would add. “The name is Sabriel, by the way, Sabriel Ventress.”

Stella was awfully shy and Sabriel was concerned for a moment that the woman would overheat due to embarrassment. All right, the Arrancar was trying to tease her but not to the point where the Quincy struggled to say anything at all. The dark haired Arrancar could not help but wonder why she was quite so timid but maybe it was simply the fact that Sabriel was being quite so forward. It would make sense, she supposed and maybe she had become a little too used to speaking with people who were as forward as she.

“Do not sell yourself short, Stella, you are adorable. Believe me, I only stop to talk to people who are able to capture my attention and you most certainly did that from the moment I saw you lying here.” Sabriel replied gently, before asking curiously. “Are you maybe not used to being complimented by another woman? Forgive me if I am being a little too forward if so.”

Raising an eyebrow as Stella mentioned another Arrancar, Sabriel pondered if it was one that she had come across herself. Most of her race were hardly likely to want to tease and play around, as aggressive and judgemental as they tended to be. Still, there was a chance that she could be acquainted and she was curious enough to ask although before she did, the dark haired woman would ponder more about what Stella had spoken about before.

“Ah, I see. Well, it is like I said, I did not intend to make you feel uncomfortable. I just cannot help but compliment a lovely woman when I see her. You are most definitely one and that is not me just trying to butter you up or anything. I mean it.” The Arrancar answered, wanting to make her sincerity clear.

Pausing for a second, she would then ask about this mystery Hollow. “You met an Arrancar like me? I find that a little unexpected, did you manage their name? I might know them.”

A knowing smile crossed Sabriel’s face as Stella mentioned that particular name. She knew the petite Arrancar rather well and it explained a fair bit. There were similarities between herself and Veralia although the differences were rather stark as well. Her friend had a brashness to her that Sabriel herself did not, although the dark haired Arrancar had to admit that she found her allies brisk manner rather attractive. They gelled well together.

“A small, dark haired, red eyed Arrancar with horns, right? Yes, I know exactly who she is. We have met a couple of times in Hueco Mundo and I would consider her quite a close ally of mine. I first saw her in the Forest Of Menos, where she was drinking wine in a massive great tree. I have no idea why she chose such a place but we had an enjoyable first meeting.” Sabriel replied, her lavender eyes shining with pleasure at the thought.

Curious, she would turn to Stella and ask. “How did you come to meet her?”