"Were you always this distracted?"
Frankly, yes, probably. Flighty and chaotic of heart Rhoswen had always been; perhaps the legacy to her Denoctian birthright. For the red-clothed girl had never been short of revelry nor lawless anarchy, perhaps evoking the ordinary man to question her compatibility with a nation so militant as Solterra. The magic was forever in the mystery. She merely rolled her eyes, finding it harder to wade through the stream as powerfully as her quicksilver companion, but pushing on regardless. The water licks her sanguine skin, darkening it to a delectable bloodsilver shade, but it is not Rhoswen that steals the scene today. For in the coolness of the river Raum gleamed like polished silver; muscles rippling across broad shoulders - and, quite surprisingly, she finds it difficult to drag her gaze away. She does so momentarily, ashen eyes nonchalantly catching sight of her buckets drifting further downstream as soon as Raum had released them - true to say, the Solterran princess hadn't exactly been designed for labour.
"Mm, yet here I am,"a soft murmur and shrug of her own combs the damp air between them. They were close now; she could sense the heat of his skin radiating from the tall physique he owned and Rhos could not help but marvel at how a man made of ice seemed to burn with an arctic fire whenever she were near enough to feel it. Their gazes lock momentarily before Raum's eyes change course to travel lethargically across the lines of her razorsharp body and Rhoswen watches him watching her, feeling suddenly quite uncomfortable. You couldn't see it but the inside surface of her skin writhed under the force of his frigid stare. The spell is broken by his monosyllabic voice, and she can breathe once more, breaking their gaze if he would not.
"Hell is other people." She wasn't the first to say it, and certainly she wouldn't be the last, but here in this moment, it felt like the truth. Rhoswen didn't think he would disagree.
By this time her buckets, as Raum pointed out, had floated further than she cared for, and if not for Raum's presence Rhoswen might well have discarded them entirely. But she wouldn't allow his condescension a moment longer, and with a determined thrust of her petite limbs the red girl surged past - her fine frame allowing her to cut through the water more effectively. Luckily the pales had snagged on a broken branch floundering in the water's shallows and within no time she had salvaged them, using her telekinesis to nimbly tie them back to her sling; at least they were now full. Satisfied with her catch, Rhoswen burst back up onto the bank, water rupturing and cascading off her delicate body as she did so.
"We'd better get back before the sun burns you out entirely; I'm sure you've gathered by now that Solis doesn't take kindly to Denoctian Ghosts."
@Raum
