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Soon enough, Arlen has packed everything Nior deems necessary, and Harin has secured his adventure kit/combat bindle. They are ready for adventure.
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first-and-final
Mir puts the basket down beside Harin, shakes out the blanket, wraps it around Harin's shoulders, picks up the basket, sits down, and hands Harin a warm cup of tea.
dontbelieveinfairies
Harin has difficulty maneuvering his hands around blanket and tea simultaneously. He tears up a bit.
"This is stupid."
first-and-final
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I disagree anyway," says Mir, hugging him.
dontbelieveinfairies
Harin leans his head into Mir's shoulder. "Trying to drink tea through a blanket. Stupid. And... whatever this is, this sad thing I'm being. Being sad is dumb. I don't like it."
first-and-final
"Trying to drink tea through a blanket is an interesting logistical challenge. Being sad is..." He sighs. "Sometimes unavoidable." Hug.
dontbelieveinfairies
"Well, yeah. Extra unavoidable when it's happening because of some stupid magic word that everybody keeps saying. Doesn't mean it isn't dumb."
dontbelieveinfairies
Harin sighs. "No. It... makes me happy. Really, really happy. And then it stops, and it's just back to... normal. Not good enough. Needing to be better. It feels like I'm already there, when I'm hearing it, and then I remember I'm not."
dontbelieveinfairies
Harin extends the blanket to encompass them both. He may be sad, but Mir is a nice addition to any situation.
first-and-final
Blanket! Hugs!
"I feel like that sometimes too," says Mir. "About not being good enough."
"I feel like that sometimes too," says Mir. "About not being good enough."
sonofsnow
Meanwhile, inside the dam, Arlen grows uncomfortable.
"This tea is lovely, and I've had way too much of it. Excuse me."
He navigates his way out of the dam, past the snuggling persons, and acceptably far away from everyone, then pauses.
"...Are any of you trees people?"
The trees do not reply.
sonofsnow
Arlen sighs. "You know, that should be reassuring, but that's just what a people-tree would say if it was a spy. Which the people-trees apparently are."
He shrugs. "Well, if you're people, don't watch me pee. Or do, whatever. It's your weird tree life." He pulls down his pants and begins industriously drawing in the snow.
He shrugs. "Well, if you're people, don't watch me pee. Or do, whatever. It's your weird tree life." He pulls down his pants and begins industriously drawing in the snow.
If the trees are watching him, they're polite enough not to mention it.
charning
After Arlen's artistic pursuits are complete and he is no longer in danger of frostbite in sensitive locations, he can hear jingling bells in the distance. Thataway.
sonofsnow
...Well, won't this be fun. He folds his arms across his chest for maximum glaring pose.
charning
Jingle jingle.
Now a sleigh is visible, approaching at a tangent to his location through the trees, drawn by a reindeer, driven by a dwarf, and bearing a startlingly tall woman in furs. If Arlen wants to slip away without being seen except for his obvious territory-marking and footprints, now's the time!
Now a sleigh is visible, approaching at a tangent to his location through the trees, drawn by a reindeer, driven by a dwarf, and bearing a startlingly tall woman in furs. If Arlen wants to slip away without being seen except for his obvious territory-marking and footprints, now's the time!
charning
"Stop," the woman says to her dwarf. The dwarf hauls on the reins, the panting reindeer halts, the sleigh comes to a rest before Arlen.
"Hello," she adds, after a moment's inspection. "Are you a human?"
"Hello," she adds, after a moment's inspection. "Are you a human?"
charning
"Aren't you inquisitive. I shall tell you if you like, but you look cold, why don't you come up here and sit by me and I will put my fur around you?"