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Blue Silver Tulip
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Naturally, you'll try your best to get on this guy's good side. You take a second to scope out their body language; you want a better idea of what you're dealing with here. They're not making any obvious signs of a relationship, but they're walking fairly close and she doesn't seem to be taking him as any sort of threat to her well-being in spite of his imposing stature. He's looking at her an awful lot, though his expression is very hard to read. To your seasoned eye, it almost seems like all of his facial expressions are deliberate.
Ivet! That was her name. You were worried you couldn't remember it. It occurs to you that traveling through the desert would make her more inclined to go take a swim or have a drink. The nymph pond is actually fed by this spring, so it wouldn't be far...but you're not sure if she's one of those people who's put off by the sight of nymphs being nymphs, and there are other pools along the river.
The question of what she was doing in the desert lingers in your head, and you feel vaguely like something isn't adding up, but you push the feeling aside. You wave your arm and flag them down, calling Ivet's name.
"Hi, Cerin," she replies, rather flatly. The ease with which she recalls your name throws you for a moment. Perhaps you talked (or worse!) to her recently, but got too drunk to remember it properly. "What are you doing up here?" she asks, looking back in the direction she was headed as if she's just getting pleasantries out of the way so she can continue her journey. No introduction for her friend, you note.
"oh, the cloaks pulled me in to court today," you begin, trying to give the impression that dealing with law enforcement is no big deal to a man of your bountiful life experience, "Wanted to know what I saw of this big brawl in the plaza the other day." You look over at Ivet's companion and throw him a smile topped with eyebrow waggle. "But damn, pardon me for saying so, I bet the brawl would have been quite a bit shorter if a man of your stature were present." You extend your hand to the hulking man. You can see him puzzling over how to take your observation for a moment, but he ultimately smiles. The deliberateness of the expression again unnerves you, but he envelops your extended hand in his nonetheless. "Name's Cerin," you say, still smiling.
"Viktor," he replies, his voice so deep you can feel the vibrations in your chest. He looks to Ivet, as if for guidance on how to proceed.
"An honor," you say, turning the direction they were going. "So coming in from beyond the canopy? Where are you two headed?"
"Oh, uh..." Ivet begins, looking up at Viktor. They both remain silent for a moment. "We haven't really figured that out yet..."
"Is that so?" you ask curiously, grabbing hold of that hook before she can continue. You begin to take a few steps towards the cliffside lifts. "Well, I was just about to go for a swim. You must be hot after being out in the desert, why don't you join me?" You suppress a smile as you see weakness on Ivet's face, and she takes a couple of steps in your direction. Viktor, however, remains rooted.
"That actually sounds really nice," Ivet says.
"I think..." Viktor begins, looking back and forth between you and Ivet, "...that we have some things to deal with first." He gives you a pointed look.
Now, you think, the nature of their relationship is revealed. Either the Things That Must Be Dealt With are profound and world-shattering secrets, or Viktor has an unrequited crush on Ivet and this was the best he could come up with to get her alone. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were hoping for a spirited sparring match of seductive capability, even if you were relatively handicapped by this man's headstart. Now, it had become obvious that he was no match at all, and had no subtlety whatsoever. With that knowledge, you were finding it hard not to repress your subtlety as well, remove him as an obstacle, and mount your prize. Feeling the Fey magic in your blood well up inside you, you fix Viktor's glare with your own, your black eyes meeting his steely grey.
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