A SECRET PASTIME.

[a_bloodspeaker]

[Adra is in the woods: specifically, he is in a pond in the woods, half-naked, humming to himself.  The tattoos on his body are glowing a light blue as he bends over a set of lilypads, fiddling with a number of twigs.  A chorus of frogs accompanies him,  hopping out of the water and onto the pads occasionally, and he seems quite soothed by their

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[avali_dawnblade]

[Half asleep, curled up on his robe on the banks, murmurs with her eyes closed.] You'll never keep track of them all, Magister.

[a_bloodspeaker]

[making various shapes with the pond-water] Sure I will. They have a whole family unit over here.

[avali_dawnblade]

[She stretches slightly.] You really remember ALL of the names...?

[a_bloodspeaker]

What kind of frogfriend would I be if I didn't?

[tradeprince]

.....
[Out picking herbs to sell, he stops, and nearly dies laughing at the sight.] What the hell is all this??

[a_bloodspeaker]

NO ONE ASKED YOU, JACKASS.

[tradeprince]

You're the one making a village in a pond...for [Chortle.] frogs.

[a_bloodspeaker]

Move along, you shameless slut.

i'm on a hearthstone radio, i'm on a hearthstone, whoa-o, raadio~

[aurefion]

[Was that just a soft laugh coming through your hearthstone? Oh, I think it was.]

[a_bloodspeaker]

[blinks in agitation at his hearthstone] I ... is this thing on? [he shakes it in frustration, shouting] DISREGARD, CITIZENS.

[aurefion]

Oh, I do hope Sir Leapington and Lady Leapfrond don't mind the publicity.

[a_bloodspeaker]

Sh-shut up, fool! Your opinion is not required!

[gouge_backstab]

[Magical hearthstone communication really did have its perks, it seemed. Even though she isn't quite fond of you, Adrasteius, she can't help but comment... oddly enough, there isn't a hint of laughter in her voice.]

... That's a little ridiculous, you realize. What about Ladies Leapfrond the first, second, and third?

[a_bloodspeaker]

[responding with all seriousness, lol] No, that wouldn't work at all! Firstly, they're not all ladies. Secondly, this one [a frog croaks into the stone] is already named Dame Hopsclair of Lower Liliton.

[gouge_backstab]

I understand that, but there have to be at least three other Ladies Leapfrond in order for there to be a fourth! I am sure that there are at least three other lady frogs in the world... unless there were only a few lady frogs on hand, then I would understand. [A long pause. She's actually being serious, too.] I was just wondering if there were three others before her, or if you were just assigning her a random number.

... Is there a Dame of Upper Liliton?

[a_bloodspeaker]

[impatiently] OBVIOUSLY the other Ladies Leapfrond are her ancestors. And no [he lowers his voice to a whisper], the Dame of Upper Liliton died some years ago.

[assassinsedge]

[She's been out for hours, maybe days (she's lost count of the time since her arrival), ever since she left Avali, hunting for a way out of this place. She has to admit, the sight is an amusing one. Considering their first meeting was less than pleasant, she doesn't mind laughing at his frog naming and house building. Loudly.]

[a_bloodspeaker]

[his tattoos flash bright red in annoyance] Shove off, twit.

[assassinsedge]

[She just continues in her chuckling, though it's not as loud.]

I think maybe you missed a couple.

[a_bloodspeaker]

I think maybe no one cares what you think.