Kindred Crush(ers) (Liesmith)

[Winter]

Arlise did not read people particularly well, but she could see the cogs turning in the woman's mind.

The glance down at her legs would have tipped her off even if she had not seen the evident signs of curiosity in her - Samiya's - eyes, and Arlise merely quirked her head as if to ask for comment. Perhaps she considered the danger presented by Arlise's legs. Perhaps she believed Arlise's legs had grown larger since that scissor series, as they had. Perhaps she wanted to ask more about how she had beaten a woman with so much more experience. Ultimately, she did none of those things, and Arlise let it pass to tap her chin and repeat her name with her own French lilt making it musical.

"Samiya. A pretty name." She could not quite place its origin, but she had enough problems in the past with conjuring different languages - she did not want to complicate matters further. As she once more spared her own momentary glance at the shapely, shorter woman's full figure, she expected it strangely suited her, too, for reasons she could not have defined if she were asked.

She pondered Samiya and her outfit at least once more, the finger still tapping her chin. She did not want an entire conversation about her - she had walked over because of her interest in Samiya, and her curiosity demanded that she filled in some blanks. "Are you a gymnast? Or were you? That routine looked brilliant."