Geo

As the Thorns lazily squander about in their sanctuary they hear the stone cold thud of leather boots meeting the floor, if they were to turn they'd have seen her as she entered their haven. The Ebon Tempest appears from the ladder shaft, suggestively walking towards the other thorns as per usual, her dark, silken cloak flapping behind her as she winks to Smoke. She leans back against the, rolling her shoulders back as she does, groaning as she tries to get comfortable with her shoulder blades amongst the nooks and crannies of their clearly poorly excavated sanctuary. Her arms folds over across her chest, beginning to dig the metal studs of her leather gloves into her tunic as she casually bites her lip. "Evening..." She giggles quietly under her face-mask, batting her eyelashes as she looks at them with a devious and malicious gaze. She raises one knee into the air as she firmly plants the sole of her small black boot against the wall, raising an eyebrow as she consciously looks around the sanctuary, eyeing up it's poor living conditions. She snaps her gaze back to the Thorns, refraining from drifting any further away from her focus as she runs her tongue along her teeth eagerly, awaiting their response.

*A pitch black raven returns to you with your own application, the mark of the thorns embedded on it, with a small message.* "You will be contacted."