Ivory couldn't contain her amusement's vocal release, her howl echoing through the death-ridden field. She was glad she had asked first instead of having followed her initial impulse, which had been to just test it out. When she finally stopped cracking up, she'd wipe a tear away from her eyelid and nod, "You're right! Wouldn't wanna ruin that ever so glorious mane!"
Playing along, she flushed out her own hair with her hands help, before following the woman's ending suggestion to begin their investigation.
"I suppose the smaller trinkets would be easiest to gather. The armor would be nice.. but that's a lot of stripping. Maybe I can send some made men and women out here sometime to do that for us, before someone else gets to it."
Most of her mumbling was to herself, but it was loud enough for the spirit to pick up on. She'd began to rummage across the field, looking for unique weapons, jewelry pieces and other quick things to grab and insert into the woman's magical mane.
text. (Post 8)