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Date Posted: 03:02:28 01/31/02 Thu
Author: Isobel and Argus
Subject: Hair-raising subjects
In reply to: Ravin 's message, "Feeling like a pervert!" on 14:02:01 01/30/02 Wed

Isobel finished her fish and set the dish aside leaning back on her arms and stretching her injured leg out. It itched and she hoped she wouldn't get any sand in the bandages. She frowned, leaning her head back, feeling her hair tickle her back as it slid along her spine. Her face turned to the sun, she paused letting the warmth settle on her skin until it felt tight and prickly.

She opened her eyes, gazing up at the cloudless sky, and sneezed.

She looked over at Argus and Ravin as they talked, listening to what the man from the mirror had to say about his spell casting abilities. The man spoke so strangely she was tempted to call Barry over to translate.

She chuckled as she thought about Ravin staring at her leg. One would think he had never seen a wounded thigh before. And Valhorek... had it been her imagination or had he been looking down her top? She grinned. Men were so silly... she would never be caught drooling over some man. But you were just wondering what Ravin looked like naked, a tiny voice reminded her. She sighed. All right... she was human after all.

*~*~*~*~*


Argus listened attentively as Ravin explained what his people were doing out here in the middle of the desert in... what did he say this place was called? Neromba. He blinked incredulously at him. Queen Kazabet? Sea of Salt? He'd never heard of any of these things. There was a city called Twilight on the coast of the continent, but it wasn't a ruin. He frowned, bushy brows drawn down over his eyes like fuzzy caterpillars perched on his browbone.

It sounded to Argus like they should dump this prince or maybe get him back to the palace or something if there were going to be assassins attacking them all over the place because of him. "E'yer now!" he said. "Shouldn't yew get rid o' dat prince dun, if dese assassins ay go'n ter be afti yew until yew do? Maybe stash 'im somewhuz? Teleport 'im back ter de queen's place?"

But apparently Ravin hadn't understood, or didn't want to talk about it, because he suddenly asked, "By any chance are you a spellcaster, Argus?" he asked. "And, if so, just how proficient are you with using magic?"

“Oh yeah,” Rowan said, causing Argus to jump. He hadn't seen the elf walk up... and he was (Argus' eyes popped) practically naked!, “Saw your little display from the lake. Pretty sweet stuff, pal. Glad to have you on the team, if that’s the way you’re gonna act in a crisis.”

Display? What display? Argus blinked. Had something happened that he didn't know about? He only remembered casting the Blessing of Strength and Speed... he didn't think any of that was actually visible. Maybe one of those lightning bolts struck right when he swung that club or something.

"E'yer now! Wasn't anyone listen'n whun ay juss spilled me bleed'n guts?" he grumped before he realized that Ravin and Rowan hadn't been present when he'd blabbed his life story. "Ahh... yew lot wuz out frolick'n in de lake, wuz yew? Ay am -- er ay wuz -- an acolyte o' de crant bun. Ay'm norra bleed'n mage, i'm a cleric! But... ay'm only an acolyte, mind yew.Ay dun 'uv any super spells dat tinnie br'n back de dead er de like. Bastards chucked me through de gateway before ay learned any o' dat, didn't dee?"

Argus could understand them only a little better than they could him, so he didn't catch what was going on at first. Then he nearly spit out his kaff (no, java) when he realized that Ravin had been laying naked atop this other man's sister!! These people were all perverts, he realized. Women dressed as trollops, men running around naked (or nearly naked... it was almost the same thing).

Suddenly Ravin jumped up and rushed off to do something, and Argus watched him go. His head still pounded and he wished he could eat some of that fish, but the smell made him feel as if he'd vomit if he did.

His eyes wandered to Isobel sitting sunning herself. They travelled down from her face and lingered on her chest, which was indecently poking out of a skimpy top (all right, so the women where he came from often wore bodices with their cleavage prominently displayed... but this was somehow different because it not only exposed her cleavage, but most of the rest of her torso as well). He licked his lips. What a scandalous place this was indeed.

*~*~*~*~*~*


Isobel looked up as Ravin rushed off. She had heard Rowan talking to him and could guess why he had departed so abruptly. She felt slightly guilty for her own teasing, but how could such an opportunity pass unnoticed?

Slowly she got up and made her way toward the pond where Ravin was shaving. Her leg was painful and she limped somewhat. She reminded herself to take those herbs when she returned to the fire. She watched as Ravin sliced off a lock of his hair. Apparently he was thinking of giving himself a haircut. She well knew that men could not cut their own hair decently. Look at her father! He had never been able to cut his own hair without ending up looking as if he had gotten his head caught in a thresher.

She approached Ravin slowly, making a slight coughing sound so she would not startle him. When he turned to look at her she noticed an odd look upon his face, but could not tell what it meant.

"Señor Ravin, would you like me to help you with your haircut? I often cut my father's hair. If I had not, he would have looked incredibly similar to a hedgehog, I am certain." She grinned.

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