[ Sixty. Sciel probably wouldn't have been able to distinguish them from the others (to be fair, Gustave has fangirled about a lot of past Expeditions over the course of their friendship) except for the fact that they had been...well. ]
I remember. [ And she laughs, shaking her head hopelessly at the mental image. ] Hard to believe they managed as much as they did. But...even with my complaints, I think we're going about it the right way. I'm sure they had some nasty cuts where you don't want them.
[ Lune doesn't wear shoes, but that's one thing. To be completely naked and traipse all over the mountains gives Sciel a little chill, in spite of the pleasant night.
While she finishes the last bite of a particularly good morsel (a cracked laden with jam, a nibble of cheese placed on top), Verso goes quiet. Once he speaks up again, making his continued interest known, her preserves-sweet lip curls. ]
Very good to know. [ Comes the reply, her voice light. Because he's putting himself out there, though, and the whole subject has the potential to come with its own complications, she adds: ] I think it helps, and I'm definitely interested, if there's opportunity. But if you change your mind, then no hard feelings.
[ Keeping it casual is the name of the game. The way to keep a distraction, as he says, from taking root and becoming another item on a list of things to mourn.
With that mutual intention now voiced, Sciel stretches a little, inhaling and exhaling in a satisfied breath before starting to shift, flipping over and drawing herself into a seated position on the blanket. ]
Whenever you're ready. [ There's a little jerk of her head toward the river: the necessary and final step of their very enjoyable evening. And though the idea is to wash away the evidence of their little tryst, the memory itself will help carry her through some of the inevitable difficulties to come...and hopefully to the next, similar rendezvous, too. ]
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I remember. [ And she laughs, shaking her head hopelessly at the mental image. ] Hard to believe they managed as much as they did. But...even with my complaints, I think we're going about it the right way. I'm sure they had some nasty cuts where you don't want them.
[ Lune doesn't wear shoes, but that's one thing. To be completely naked and traipse all over the mountains gives Sciel a little chill, in spite of the pleasant night.
While she finishes the last bite of a particularly good morsel (a cracked laden with jam, a nibble of cheese placed on top), Verso goes quiet. Once he speaks up again, making his continued interest known, her preserves-sweet lip curls. ]
Very good to know. [ Comes the reply, her voice light. Because he's putting himself out there, though, and the whole subject has the potential to come with its own complications, she adds: ] I think it helps, and I'm definitely interested, if there's opportunity. But if you change your mind, then no hard feelings.
[ Keeping it casual is the name of the game. The way to keep a distraction, as he says, from taking root and becoming another item on a list of things to mourn.
With that mutual intention now voiced, Sciel stretches a little, inhaling and exhaling in a satisfied breath before starting to shift, flipping over and drawing herself into a seated position on the blanket. ]
Whenever you're ready. [ There's a little jerk of her head toward the river: the necessary and final step of their very enjoyable evening. And though the idea is to wash away the evidence of their little tryst, the memory itself will help carry her through some of the inevitable difficulties to come...and hopefully to the next, similar rendezvous, too. ]