#raujel

“Now, what’re you implying about my figure? I eat just fine, thank you, even if I’m not as well-endowed as I imagine you like your women, if you like your women anything like how you like your meat.” Her nose screws up for a moment and she makes a face. “... What an awful sentence. Cider’s a little stronger than I’d thought. Would you like an apple cider caramel, speaking of?”

“Wouldn’t mind having him at my back in a barfight, but anyone who looks like they can take and throw a punch is more than worth their salt in that sort of situation.”

“Well, he makes for an intimidating figure, doesn’t he?” Bo murmured, eyes following the stranger as he made his way through the market. Of course, there was little about the mer that read as anything other than “keep away” and Bo was certain that was intentional.

No, the axes he held were enough for that, the set of his gaze, the unspoken threat in his stance. She would have to tread carefully, but he was not her enemy. Not yet. If he made even the slightest wrong move, however, she’d be safer with a spear through his gut than not.

“Very little is a waste of time if I choose to do it. All serves its purpose, yes? But I suppose some things are less essential than others, and there are a few times when I’m out to kill time. I read - if not a book, then some of my own old documentation. It’s good to keep up on old work and remember what I’ve done in the past, lest I forget something. In good weather I might go for a walk, in bad I might cook or work on some personal experiments in my little laboratory. I’ll sew, as well, and knit a little bit. Gods now I’ll be glad for things to do if I get snowed in, this winter.”

Just wish he didn’t have this weird thing about walls. Difficult to find a workaround for that sort of thing without fucking in the woods, and, to be honest, it’s too cold up here for that nonsense.

Oh, but his manners! Atrocious. I still don’t know what I said wrong that set him off. If I ever see him again, I’m going to give him drink and good, fatty meat to put him in better spirits. See if there’s a nice man somewhere under all that muscle, hair and grump.”

Rori wasn’t without her own worries; snares didn’t just sprout up from the ground. The owner could be by any minute, and she would like to be away from there before that came to pass.