[ Wrathion watches Lan Wangji submerge himself, fully clothed, with dismay.
The man is going to freeze. His clothes will be wet, and then walking through these icy woods with that clothing he will become ill. He will not warm up properly, and he will develop hypothermia no doubt. Someone will ask Wrathion why he let him get in, and he will have no answer beyond well he didn't ask my opinion. The man waves at him and Wrathion, disinclined to freeze longer than he has to, shrugs his bag to the ground. He begins to unfasten his coat, dropping it down and pulling his shirt over his head. He's just added that to the pile, thinking about how yes, these waters certainly won't heal, when the splashing gets his attention. The dragon is half expecting it to be Lan Wangji, emerged from the water angrily to make some abrupt comment about how his bared skin is inappropriate. ]
What is it?
[ As if the man, who is actually still submerged, might answer. He kicks off his shoes and socks to pad along the bank quickly, frowning into the water. The movement, then bright gold eyes, catch his attention. He gestures quickly, a sharp burst of magic hitting the top of the water to catch the mermaid's attention and then illusions filling up the bank. A small swarm of equally undressed copies of Wrathion, all pooling magic ready to defend Lan Wangji against this wet woman if she decides to pick a fight with him.
Hopefully, she decides the odds are decidedly not in her favour. ]
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The man is going to freeze. His clothes will be wet, and then walking through these icy woods with that clothing he will become ill. He will not warm up properly, and he will develop hypothermia no doubt. Someone will ask Wrathion why he let him get in, and he will have no answer beyond well he didn't ask my opinion. The man waves at him and Wrathion, disinclined to freeze longer than he has to, shrugs his bag to the ground. He begins to unfasten his coat, dropping it down and pulling his shirt over his head. He's just added that to the pile, thinking about how yes, these waters certainly won't heal, when the splashing gets his attention. The dragon is half expecting it to be Lan Wangji, emerged from the water angrily to make some abrupt comment about how his bared skin is inappropriate. ]
What is it?
[ As if the man, who is actually still submerged, might answer. He kicks off his shoes and socks to pad along the bank quickly, frowning into the water. The movement, then bright gold eyes, catch his attention. He gestures quickly, a sharp burst of magic hitting the top of the water to catch the mermaid's attention and then illusions filling up the bank. A small swarm of equally undressed copies of Wrathion, all pooling magic ready to defend Lan Wangji against this wet woman if she decides to pick a fight with him.
Hopefully, she decides the odds are decidedly not in her favour. ]