#venturedforth

"My apologies, I did not see you... there," their voice dies down to a mere whisper as they absentmindedly lift a hand to their cheek. It feels warm. So do their ears.

Searching and Flowing

“So’s it’s just about laggin’ on for the early mornin’ hours, innit, and Max’s only gone‘n’exhausted his whole bleddy supply of value cider -- tastes like piss but Lord and his lover only knows what it taste like t’you yanks -- anyway! Max swaggers on down by where all th’youngens go rockpoolin’, scopes out some bo’tle washed up, cork right up n’it and all -- cork, mind you -- he can’t believe his luck like, thinks it’s come all th’way from the fine ol’ provinces of France, somma that vineyard shite where they stomp’n’jig all over ‘em grapes like bleddy Fantasia! Max then, bless’m, pops the cork off’n takes a swig... says it’s the best forkin’ booze he’s had since Amy’s sixteenth!” The loud chewing over a massacred chip carries on before he gulps the starch down. “’Course he di’nt let me ‘ave any... Is that wot you meant by wantin’ to hear local legends?”

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"Business, yes," they answer plainly, and flash a quick, amiable smile. "I asked to speak to the proprietor but I'm afraid she won't come by until closing time. What about you? Business as well?"

“...thank you,” it’s the first thing that leaves their lips, as their mind frantically searches for other acceptable replies. That could explain her insistence in invading their personal space — which was never... uncomfortable per se, just odd — or the physical affection. Speaking of which, they clear their throat as they lean back, a little further from the woman’s body and inquisitive eyes. “I... would like to know the reason, should you, um, figure it out.”

“If you keep sleeping in, we’re never going to make it to Shenezal in time for the expedition. Don’t make me freeze your toes again.”

     Standing crouched with both arms out and fingers splayed wide, magic dancing on their tips in the form of tiny electric sparks, Rhaya’s attention snapped towards whoever had spoken. Something between a scowl and a grimace twisted her features, her teeth bared in between heavy breaths.      ❝ Well that’s hardly fair, ❞ she snapped.                    ❝ I’ve only been at this druid thing for about two years now. ❞