[There is absolutely no way anyone in the village could ever think that there is something clandestine and untoward happening over here. At all.
They're just walking towards that cluster of houses over there, and when the alleyway pops into view, they're going to dip into it. The initiations, whatever they are, are still happening in the main part of the village (if it can be called a square), so she can only hope the others are distracted.]
So, what are you? [Very bluntly, with just a pause afterwards, before she clarifies:] I mean, in the sense that you seemed deeply uncomfortable with being subjected to that cold bath. You can't be that posh here, you know? We're meant to blend in.
[As much as people running from Taravast would blend.
The truth is, she does want to know what he is. The red eyes, the growling, the strangely elevated body temperature. Wrathion can't be entirely human. Maybe he isn't. She is dying to know, because she likes to Know Things, but she won't push it. (Today.)
Quickly, without waiting for him to answer her, she performs her spells. Leaves him dry as the desert. (But perhaps the hair's left with some static electricity in it.)]
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They're just walking towards that cluster of houses over there, and when the alleyway pops into view, they're going to dip into it. The initiations, whatever they are, are still happening in the main part of the village (if it can be called a square), so she can only hope the others are distracted.]
So, what are you? [Very bluntly, with just a pause afterwards, before she clarifies:] I mean, in the sense that you seemed deeply uncomfortable with being subjected to that cold bath. You can't be that posh here, you know? We're meant to blend in.
[As much as people running from Taravast would blend.
The truth is, she does want to know what he is. The red eyes, the growling, the strangely elevated body temperature. Wrathion can't be entirely human. Maybe he isn't. She is dying to know, because she likes to Know Things, but she won't push it. (Today.)
Quickly, without waiting for him to answer her, she performs her spells. Leaves him dry as the desert. (But perhaps the hair's left with some static electricity in it.)]