05-06-2021, 06:34 AM
How typical of both of them – to be here in the sunlight, glaring at passerbys and the Chem trying his hand at fishing for the day. It is a cycle that has gone on here since Beqanna’s birth, or emergence, or however this odd dimension came to be. It is like a snail’s shell, ever looping, encasing it’s own world; the Field is forever on a loop, and both participants here seem to know the swirl quite well.
He smirks, a half-hearted chuckle bubbling up as he notices her expression drop. He is not the Prince she was expecting? Or perhaps she was hoping he would have a vagina and a crown. He’s far passed self-esteem, or second guessing his own charm vs. his grime. He’s equipped with both, he’s aware.
The rain begins, sparse and gentle, and he takes a deep breath after her chilly retort. “Some days.” he tosses his thick tail over his hips, looking out into the fog starting to descend from the hills down into the open grasses. “If you’re looking for somewhere to go, there’s room in Silver Cove – plenty of food and shelter.” he huffs between sentences, “Winter comes fast.” His teal eyes slide over to her pristine, unmarred face. “But if it’s structure you’re looking for, a Kingdom, I am sure the fine lady of the lake; Mazikeen, would welcome you.” The sneakier part of him doesn’t offer her escort to anywhere else, if she’s not aware of her many options, he wouldn’t be the one to open her eyes to it. Chem is always open to buttering up the Queen of Hyaline in attempts to keep she and hers on his side. He doesn’t bother to explain that he does not plan on any real structure to the Cove, not in these early days anyway, and that drifters are quite welcome without commitment (a generosity he learned from his buddy Leilan).
“And if it’s to be left in solitude, I’ll go, but I do recommend the River for a bit of peace; if that’s what you seek.”
CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall
to the window, to the wall
@[Bardot] sorry you had to wait bb
