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[princeduality]

[TOO WARMMMMmmghjfsd. chemin's squirming and wrestling against the thick cloth wound around his shoulders and over the armor, standing on one of those hopalong stream stones.]

[melanistic]

Oi, svogūnas. What are you doing?

[princeduality]

[eep.

twist, grunt, twistturn...peeking out from under the cape and seeing...water and rocks and all the things appropriate for a stream. moving right along...

successfully de-caping, now with a pair of eyes totally able and willing to dart around and look for the voice, gaping at the source without blinking.]

[melanistic]

[She's dressed for this weather, and by dressed I mean scantly. She raises a bemused eyebrow at him, hip canting.]

You look ridiculous.

[princeduality]

[well it's already hot so what's an embarrassing flush. he teeters on the stone, looking away like he'd just gotten his fingers caught in a cookie jar.]

...Um.

[melanistic]

Your powers of forethought seem to leave something to be desired. Perhaps waiting until you were on dry ground would have served you better.

[She crooks a finger at him.]

Come along.

[Calling his a suspicious amount like she calls her apprentice's irritating dogs...]

[princeduality]

[gaping. words. he grimaces, not following much of those words at all. he shrinks at the finger--words he does know. oh.

ulp.

he hesitates, bunching his cape up in hand.]

[melanistic]

[She gives him an expectant look.]

Well? Does he speak or is he frozen there? Shall I rescue you, little creature?

[princeduality]

[another gulp--it's so hot and dry and he didn't get a chance to get a drink or-]

A-along? [hem.] With you?

[melanistic]

[She laughs, deep and throaty, like the rumble of a large cat with sharp claws.]

Certainly not, much too slow to keep up with me, svogūnas.

[princeduality]

[cringe. laughing. people always laugh.]

Oh...

[melanistic]

[She makes a kissing noise at him, coaxing.]

Now come along.

[princeduality]

[glancing back up, frowning.]

Who? Who're you?

[melanistic]

[Still smiling, white and predatory.]

Perhaps this should have crossed your mind first, hmm?

[princeduality]

[a guilty look down at his scrunched-up cape.]

Mm-Y. Yes.

[melanistic]

[She comes out to him, long legs and bare feet, purposeful and graceful. She looks down at him.]

And perhaps it is polite to introduce one's self first.