Ash is the color and the scent of her skin. Her eyes are embers of a fire that burns at the heart of the world. Her hair catches the sunlight like shards of volcanic glass. Her voice is deep, smoldering, and as enticing as the flame, but doesn't hold the hallmark accent of undercommon one might expect based on her appearance. She walks on the surface fearless, and in the sunlight unflinching, and as she walks her steps are taken to the tune of a song unheard.


Greens:
- Making friends, and having new experiences.
- Sexual transactions, favors, tricks and games.
- Indulging that one weird kink you have that you can't find anyone to indulge. (Yes, that one. No, really, -that- one.)
- Being brought to the edge of orgasm, and then being told no.
- Being tied up in public.

Reds:
- Getting married, raising children, etc.
- Anything I can't walk away from with just a bit of magical or miraculous healing.
-Not giving me space to play with others.