Event Eight.

[awashmods]

To thee I'll return, overburdened with care; The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there. No more from the cottage again will I roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

he Town is quiet this week. No sudden quests on the forum post, no roars of werewolves in the distance... just peaceful, peaceful quiet. Of course, it's hot as hell right now, but that aside, it's pretty pleasant. You probably don't want to wander around the Town right now, but... Naturally, now's when the Town is going to start thoroughly encouraging you to do just that. You do want to find your doorway back home, don't you? Better get searching! And don't mind the other worlds you might end up stumbling into first. Welcome to Awash's eighth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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fffffffine ur forgiven ):

[thoushaltnotdie]

[ Dex can join the group of "she doesn't come off that way at first" people she's met, honestly. But unlike those other people, they were complete and utter assholes, and at least he seems genuinely apologetic. Or maybe that's just the fear? It's hard to tell sometimes, but she'll drop it for now. If just because he is providing a nice rain cloud, so can she really be too mean?

...Yes, probably, but that's not the point. ]

Don't do it again, and I'll consider your apology. [ She shifts herself so she's no longer leaning over Dex, and instead just taking a seat within the rain-radius. ] Is this an ability of yours, anyway? [ Making rainclouds seems... really useless outside of this exact circumstance, but... maybe it was just weather control or something? That would be neat. ]

[passio]

[ dextera is apologetic, but mostly he’s afraid. he’s not going to do it again, at any rate, because he is well-convinced that she’s going to tear out his eyeballs if she even suspects he’s thinking about it.

he shakes his head, and pulls the ribbon from his coat. immediately, the rain stops, and it’s obvious which is the more preferable company. (it’s definitely the ribbon that makes sweet, sweet rain.) ]

…?

[ he offers it to her, but his gaze is very definitely turned up. ]