"This is cool," Xio says from the seat behind her. The twist of her smile adds, Not really; I'm being annoying on purpose.
She's hot, too—only comfortable with it. This dry, she's hardly sweating, but if she were she wouldn't mind. Might prefer it. There's no lack of water, with Kirkwall only a jump through the mirror away. But the waterskin that began the morning fat and round is now a sad, floppy thing puddled between her feet, and her mouth still feels like it's drying out too quick. That's the only part of this that's uncomfortable. That and the unpolished, uncushioned wood of the cart seat, which she keeps worrying might leave splinters in some very awkward places every time the wheels find a rock.
Nonetheless: "Here," she tacks on, even though she's not holding anything out for Astrid to take yet. Only a prelude to maybe eventually being helpful. She twists and leans around to rifle through the bag of personal effects stashed behind them, on top of the canvas-covered eluvian. In the meantime: "Think cold thoughts. What's the coldest you've ever been?"
road trip
She's hot, too—only comfortable with it. This dry, she's hardly sweating, but if she were she wouldn't mind. Might prefer it. There's no lack of water, with Kirkwall only a jump through the mirror away. But the waterskin that began the morning fat and round is now a sad, floppy thing puddled between her feet, and her mouth still feels like it's drying out too quick. That's the only part of this that's uncomfortable. That and the unpolished, uncushioned wood of the cart seat, which she keeps worrying might leave splinters in some very awkward places every time the wheels find a rock.
Nonetheless: "Here," she tacks on, even though she's not holding anything out for Astrid to take yet. Only a prelude to maybe eventually being helpful. She twists and leans around to rifle through the bag of personal effects stashed behind them, on top of the canvas-covered eluvian. In the meantime: "Think cold thoughts. What's the coldest you've ever been?"