Day Eleven - Wading

[lies_unspoken]

Who: Dora, Iridia, Saul
Where: Lakeside
When: midmorningish
Rating: R
Invasion: sure

Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Saul comes upon Isadora as she's searching the lake for useful plants (though the one she found turns out to be useless). When he asks why, she lies and says she's searching for ingredients for a salad. They chat a bit on the

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[milessquared]

She'd bound him to the house - by all intents and purposes, he shouldn't be able to leave - but he had wanted to, which was a new thing. Maybe Lizzy's spell was fading, or maybe he was just developing more of a resistance to it.

Or maybe it was something about the world that he'd found himself in.

Either way, he ambled along, Lizzy-less, spotting what he took to be familiar forms around the lake. He paused a moment before making in that direction, offering a slight wave once he was close enough.

[lies_unspoken]

"Company," Iridia announced in a low, rumbling voice before he lowered his head back to his paw, licking it.

Isadora turned her head slightly, smiling as she saw the approaching figure. She straightened, a lake plant in her hand, water running down her arm and dripping back to the lake before she shook most of it off.

She realized that she may - or may not - have some questions to answer. What was she doing wading around, looking for lake plants, after all?

Once he was closer, she called out softly. "Good morning, Saul."

[milessquared]

He nodded both to Iridia and Isadora, a calm expression on his features, though he was feeling a bit antsy for being out of the house. "Morning," he greeted them both.

He frowned, eyebrows coming together curiously when he noticed that she was pulling lake plants out of the water. "Bit cold for swimming," he remarked, gesturing to the lake, but if she had no response he would not have been offended.

[lies_unspoken]

Iridia snorted, and Isadora flicked him a half-hearted glare. "I wasn't swimming," she murmured to Saul as she waded back toward the shore, closer to him than to Iridia.

"I was looking to see if the water held any useful plants," she said before she glanced up toward the sky. "Though with so much sun, I can't see how their can possibly be a scarcity of them."

Sarcasm? Just a bit.

Still, she'd found a couple that might have extractable qualities.