"Your parents were cruel." the naga spoke, far closer than he'd been when she dove in. His proximity startled her, and she almost dropped the two fish she'd caught.
"You mean because of my name?" she asked, "They didn't give it to me. Don't know what they called me, really. I was taken from them as an infant and sold to the gladiator school that raised me. One of the masters there came up with it as a joke, since they had 'no idea' what kind of lizardfolk I was... Anyway, here," she handed both fish over to him, "First two are for you. If you want them cooked, you could make a fire, but these kind are pretty good to eat raw as well."
She jumped back in the water, this time taking a moment to scrub any residual paint off her arms and legs, and then diving after more fish. Quick as she was, and dimwitted as the fish were, she grabbed two more on her first breath, and swam back to shore triumphantly.
"They're practically begging to be eaten today!" she joked, taking a seat on the bank near to the naga to eat her fish. She gutted the first nimbly with her thumb claw, rinsed it in the water again, bit the head off, and spit it into the river. Although the salted venison had been very good, it was nice to have fresh meat again, and she devoured the first fish in two bites.
"Hey, so...um, sorry about going so intense back there..." she began, stumbling into an apology, "Although I was justifying it to myself as a means to startle you, the truth is I really wanted it... And I wasn't thinking about your feelings. I travel a lot, so I have to be quick getting into physical relationships if I'm to have any. I often forget others usually have some sort of courtship first."
She shook her head and smiled nervously, "It's just... Ever since I bumped into you that first time, I've had this really compelling urge to just... Well, I think you know. You finally felt it too, just back there, right?" she reach out, laying a hand on his nearest coil, "I mean, it wouldn't have to be anything more than that; just pure, mindless relief..."
"Gaaah, what am I saying?" she moaned in frustration, turning away, "You probably want nothing to do with me... Every word I say is just digging me in deeper, isn't it?"
No'ydya looked at her second fish, and as good as it looked, couldn't bring herself to eat it. "Here." she said, pushing it towards the naga.
She got up and went to her bag, pulling out the jar of the Turquangerine paint. The name was a portmanteau of the two main colors that comprised it. But it wasn't a simple mix of those two colors, instead changing based on the angle you viewed it from, and what direction it had been brushed on. Sort of a pearlescent effect when done right.
Once again, Dya sat down near the bank, a little further from him this time, to make sure she didn't accidentally get paint anywhere near him. His reaction last time still fresh enough in her memory. She started with her right leg, down near her ankle, and slowly, carefully made her way up her calf and eventually onto her thigh, humming while she worked.
She paused part way through the tune, still concentrating on the painting, just long enough to say, "It's probably safe to go back now... if that's what you want."