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[ it's warm, in yanxia.
more than that, it is humid. the summer air hangs thick with suffocating moisture and there is nary a breeze to offer even a sliver of comfort, most especially in the house of the fierce, buried beneath the ground in cavern and stone. it's cooler down here than it is on the surface, but only by a margin, and the humidity is nigh unbearable. it isn't until alisaie realizes that she has read this very same sentence five times in a row without absorbing a shred of it that she finally relents and sits back with a heavy sigh, drawing her knuckles along her sweating brow. her hair is sticking to her skin, her clothing feels damp and tacky - ugh, this is intolerable.
closing the tome with a snap, alisaie climbs to her feet, her entire body feeling sluggish and heavy beneath the oppressive heat and humidity. alphinaud is not hard to find, of course, the house of the fierce is not very large, and that shock of pale hair would be recognizable anywhere. with heavy, dragging footsteps she meanders up behind him, leaning to peer over his shoulder. ]
Whatever you are doing, it is less important than coming out with me. I cannot take one more moment languishing in this bowl of soup.
more than that, it is humid. the summer air hangs thick with suffocating moisture and there is nary a breeze to offer even a sliver of comfort, most especially in the house of the fierce, buried beneath the ground in cavern and stone. it's cooler down here than it is on the surface, but only by a margin, and the humidity is nigh unbearable. it isn't until alisaie realizes that she has read this very same sentence five times in a row without absorbing a shred of it that she finally relents and sits back with a heavy sigh, drawing her knuckles along her sweating brow. her hair is sticking to her skin, her clothing feels damp and tacky - ugh, this is intolerable.
closing the tome with a snap, alisaie climbs to her feet, her entire body feeling sluggish and heavy beneath the oppressive heat and humidity. alphinaud is not hard to find, of course, the house of the fierce is not very large, and that shock of pale hair would be recognizable anywhere. with heavy, dragging footsteps she meanders up behind him, leaning to peer over his shoulder. ]
Whatever you are doing, it is less important than coming out with me. I cannot take one more moment languishing in this bowl of soup.
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Lead on, dear sister.
[ He says that in an almost defeated fashion. At least she's aware he's not looking forward to this!! At the very least, he thinks he could benefit from splashing some water on himself to defeat the heat a little. The rest of this trip, however, he could do without. ]
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with a beaming smile she's certain will be reassuring, alisaie turns to do just that - lead the way. luckily it is not a far walk, just a brief stroll north to the small ponds to the south of prism lake, perfectly suited to their needs, deep enough to swim in, but not so much to frighten the daylights out of him, the water clear enough to easily see the bottom. at its deepest point the biggest pond is likely no more than.. oh, five and a half fulms or so.
so no crying, peanut. seating herself atop a smooth boulder, alisaie leans to tug off her boots. ]
Gods, that water looks exquisite.
[ it's probably so nice and cool.. ]
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Aye, a suitable gravesite, I should think.
[ This is obviously sarcasm, because he can't help but make some sort of comment to that. The water is pretty, sure, and he's sure it'd feel good on his body, but not in the way she hopes for him to use it. Simple splashes would be nice and all he'd need. ]
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Should you drown, you can be sure that I shall give you a proper sendoff.
[ she'll even keep it a secret that you drowned in a tiny little pool, to preserve your dignity. anyway, setting her boots aside, alisaie sweeps her dress overhead and tosses it onto the boulder in a heap, all wrinkled and unfolded. it'll be fine. but gods, it feels good to be rid of it, and she exhales in satisfaction and wades into the edge of the pond, the cool water lapping at her ankles. ]
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[ Thanks for the sendoff, sis. But gosh, she's being so casual about this whole thing. Meanwhile, Alphinaud is still visibly a bit unnerved by the whole subject, and instead of pushing the situation along, he instead stands there quietly, crossing his arms and watching her wade into the water idly. Maybe she'll forget why she brought him here and just swim by herself.
Switching his gaze a few times to the deeper area of the water, as if to steel himself for it or inspect it.
Why this. ]