Arwen740 wrote:Such freedom and joy I experienced with you two. It's great to see you both, erinhue and Raven. The cool fresh morning of those days has become a distant memory. I haven't written in so long. Smiles and hugs to you two.
rwhen wrote:"Master Vlheid, this simply will not do. We can not have one going about the butterfly garden just spontaneously combusting.
In all fairness, it really wasn't my idea. And really, I've "spontaneously combusted" dozens, literally, dozens of times. You should have really just expected it to happen. It's one of my standard physical comedy acts.
I have imported a small pond for you to cool your jets right over here....."
Oooo, nice...none of that gauche domestic pond nonsense for Rwhen, I suppose?.
Rwhen leads Vlheid over to a pond which has seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Now, try this on for size."
That's a bit cavalier for someone talking to a guy on fire, don't you think?
Watching as the poet first dipped one toe in the icy waters, she was astonished to see the man drop face first into the pond.
A pity, what with me in my best (only) outfit, too...
"Geesh, I am NOT going to dive in there with you.
Foreshadowing suggests otherwise...
I will not. I refuse." Seeing no movement in the water..."Oh for the love of Eru."
Rwhen stripped to her elvish undies and dove in.
I'm just going to file that one away for later.
The water was cold enough to take her breath away, but she was steadfast. Diving and swimming in a zig zag pattern
to confuse any following crocodillians,
she located Vlheid and hauled him up to the bank
you know, where fish keep their money...ba-dum-bum
where he stayed in a prone position, lips blue.
I wouldn't worry about that too much, it's my natural complexion...
Taking a silver flask from her piled clothing,
It's funny how trusting people can be with expensive possessions around me after an extended absense
she poured a fire like potion down his throat.
For a man who's been on fire for quite some time, that's a rather cruel gesture
At first nothing happened, then he sat bolt upright and stared at her.
By gods, you're in your knickers!
Rwhen's tinkling laughter spread throughout the garden. "Elvish brew is not for the faint of heart, Master."
"That was fun, can we do it again?" Vlheid asked joyfully.
Really? I asked if I could be burned and drowned again? I'm not in my mind, I think, but I'll take your word for it.
Vlheid half-yawned, stretched his arms out at his sides, and pseudo-innocently draped one arm around Rwhen's neck and shoulders. He had every intention of commenting on the beauty of the pond or saying something cute (possibly involving bunnies) when it dawned on him that the star-studded blackness he was staring at served as an indicator he had been rudely removed from conciousness by a series of sharp blows about the head...with an ornate silver flask.
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