[OOM] Eiattu - Grasslands

[fighting_mad]

Plourr rolls onto her back and stares up at the blue sky, shading her eyes with one hand. It's a warm day, a few wispy clouds scudding across the sky and the sun shining bright. The two thaks are quite happily tucking into their feed nearby, tethered to a fallen tree, and the tall blades of grass wave softly in the wind all through the field. Best yet, there's no sign of anyone else or any manmade object as far as the eye can see; just grass, thaks, forest, and sky. She closes her eyes and lets the sun warm her face.

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[eiattu_pride]

"Good point, that." Rial follows her in, beaming cheerfully at the guard.

"I call the 'fresher first."

[fighting_mad]

She makes a face over her shoulder at him, but the second the door has shut, she's kicking off her waterlogged boots and unwinding her scarf. "That's fine." She leaves the boots and scarf where they fell and heads further into the apartment, stripping off her long-sleeved over-tunic, struggling with it. Tight clothing is usually hard enough; adding the fact that it's drenched does not make it easier to get it over her head.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial pauses briefly to kiss her neck, regardless of the wet and cold, then heads straight for the 'fresher.

"Mind checking on Wainthropp for me?"

[fighting_mad]

She snorts at him. "You and that thing," she calls after him, but when she hears the 'fresher door close, she pads into the living area on silent bare feet.

The purple snorkack is curled up in his shoebox bed, half-buried under the lining of strips torn from an old sheet. Plourr almost smiles; crouches down and scratches behind his horns. "You," she tells him, glancing up at the window, with water pouring down in sheets, "had the right idea today, little man."

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Wainthropp worms his head out of the sheet strips and blinks sleepily up at her, expression torn between a combination of ‘yes, I’m brilliant’, ‘get me food, wench’, and ‘mmm, scritches’.

The latter wins.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr, thankfully, is not very good at parsing snorkack expressions. Her smile grows. "Yeah," she says, and she rubs the top of his head with her thumb. "Yeah, you did."

She rises, leaving Wainthropp be, and moves to the fireplace. It isn't often used--even in winter, the temperature rarely gets very low on Eiattu--but she's cold and trying to dry herself, so she taps in the command and a small, cheery fire springs up. She peels off her soaked undershirt, draping it across the screen, and she shakes out her wet hair.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial emerges from the fresher a few minutes later, wrapped in a robe and still toweling his hair dry.

He doesn't say anything for a long moment, just leans against the wall and smiles, watching Plourr.

[fighting_mad]

Her trousers are hanging on the screen, too, by now, leaving her in soaked black bra and boy shorts, her hair starting to curl slightly as it dries some. (She is, however, on the opposite side of the couch from Wainthropp, with its bulk between them; something about stripping in front of the snorkack just felt weird.) "Your friend here's doing fine," she says, with a wave of her hand at Wainthropp in his box. "I don't think he moved a muscle the whole time we were gone."

She realizes belatedly that she's being watched, and her eyes narrow. She sets a hand on one hip, utterly unselfconscious. "What? Is there some reason you're staring, 'fresher hog?"

[eiattu_pride]

"He's smarter then we are, anyway." Rial moves to scoop the snorkack up, half-wrapping him in the towel and scritching him lightly.

A grin, "Can't a Count look at a Princess?"

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Wainthropp heartily agrees.

He purrs a little, in a snorkack-y way, and sets about absent-mindedly chewing on Rial’s shoulder.

Let the Big People have their conversation; there are far more important matters at hand!

[fighting_mad]

She rolls her eyes at him, but she says, "Maybe" and runs a hand across his shoulder as she passes on silent feet, all muscled bare limbs and wild hair, bound for dry clothes and a towel.

[eiattu_pride]

"Hey."

He reaches out, places a hand on her shoulder. "Going somewhere, miss?"

[fighting_mad]

She raises an eyebrow at him, letting him halt her (and Wainthropp, anyway, is getting a pretty spectacular view of her cleavage). "Yeah. Is there somewhere I should be going instead?"

[eiattu_pride]

Rial holds up a finger, carefully removes Wainthropp from his shoulder and places him back in his box, then straightens up.

"You could stay here..."

[fighting_mad]

"And...?"

[eiattu_pride]

"And I could think of something for you to do instead."

[fighting_mad]

"Oh really," she says, head tilted to one side. "Such as?"

[eiattu_pride]

"Use your imagination," says Rial, and grins.

[fighting_mad]

"I don't know," she says, taking a step or two toward him with a lazy, conscious grace, swinging her hips. "My imagination's pretty good."

[eiattu_pride]

"Is it, I wonder, as good as mine?"

Rial watches her, and grins.

It's almost a leer.

[fighting_mad]

"Oh," she purrs. She rests her hand on his neck and lets it slide around to his shoulderblade as she leans in, lips a breath from his. "I'm certain it is," she informs him, smile teasing at her mouth. "All this talk of imagination, though, and I," she presses against him, "am still wearing wet clothes."

Plourr is not subtle when it comes to hints, no.

[eiattu_pride]

"Well," says Rial, and presses a quick kiss to her neck, "I can...assist you out of them, if you want."

Tugging her backwards to the couch, he presses another quick kiss to her lips, and pulls her down over him.

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Wainthropp treads his sheet strips into something more comfortable, and eyes the Big People from his bed.

“Waugh,” he declares wisely, settling down for a nap.

Waugh, indeed.