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a. arrival/shops;

[as soon as she's shuffled from the Marsiva, Tempest wastes no time in fleeing to the planet itself, stir-crazy from a week of being in one place. She'd never been good at sitting still, and being forced to do it has only kept her annoyance at a low boil almost the entire time, just waiting to explode. The shuffle comes at the perfect time.

Of course, upon arrival and even with fair warning, she's immediately overwhelmed by how welcoming and friendly the locals are. It isn't the empathy that bothers her, but the touching and the hugs and the hand-holding and it confuses her, because normally one look at her is enough to chase anyone off. But not here. She's left staring dumbly most of the time, before she shakes herself out of it and makes her way to and through the market.

The original plan was to get to the forest as quickly as possible, but it's hard not to stop and look around, despite the overwhelming greetings. This is all new to her and it reminds her just a little of home, and she can't help but take a moment to stop and peek in when something catches her eye. She's never been one for shopping, but . . . well. It doesn't hurt to admire the wares, right? Right]

b. forest/beach;

[eventually, she makes her way to her destination and immediately her mood is improved. She's always felt more at place amongst the trees rather than in the busy streets of a market or a city, and the forest is huge and beautiful and just waiting for her to explore. Until she gets used to it she keeps close to the paths, but it certainly wouldn't be strange to find nothing but her armor and her cloak at the base of a tree and to find her on a branch above, relaxing or fiddling with the strange communicator she was given.

But there's also a beach, and aside from a few times in another world, she's never properly been there. She isn't the sort to sunbathe or even remove the layers of clothing she hides under, but rather she'll remove her boots and walk along the waterline, letting sand slip between her toes and enjoying it for what it is. When the markets prove to be too packed she'll take the long way around, walking along the beach with her boots hanging from her hand, making her trip to the forests via the scenic route]

c. wildcard;

[what happens when you put a half-elf on a foresty planet? You can find her literally anywhere. Feel free to come up with your own prompt!]

[seeing her struggling, her knight in shining armor is here to save her from overly friendly natives, waving as soon as she sees her moving through the crowd]

Clover!

[SANCTUARY. She very quickly excuses herself from a friendly young woman and hurries over to her, and if she's strategically stands where Lace is between her and the rest of the people around them, then - no that's not a trick she's deliberately doing that]

Lace. Goodness, they are rather friendly down here.

They are, yes. They do mean well, though, even if it can be a bit difficult to put them off.

I think for the first time, I would feel bad if I were to lose my temper at them . . . [she keeps reminding herself that it's their culture, not them being overly friendly just because]

I think with our number among them, they must be used to some shock and anger at this point.

[a small smile]

Regardless, would you like to find someplace less crowded?

Perhaps.

[she'd still feel bad and that's weird]

Please, if we could.

[Robb is walking close to the shore, eyes focused on the horizon. He hasn’t seen many oceans in his life and he finds this oddly calming. There are only a few others on the beach and there is the soothing sound of the waves and the seagulls flying above his head.

The calm of everything gets him so distracted that he does not see the woman that is approaching him from the other side.]

Oh, gods! [Right before it can end up in quite a wet and awkward collision he snaps out of it, raising his hands in a defensive way.] I did not see you.

[she is, of course, caught up in her own gazing at the horizon, having never been anywhere to properly enjoy it, or have the time to. It's beautiful in a new way and it's hard not to be distracted by it, when it's right there.

She startles and snaps her attention to Robb, her hands coming up defensively as well. There's a brief moment of utter embarrassment, that she let he guard down long enough to be startled this badly, but it's there and gone when she remembers that sort of unease wasn't necessary here. Or so she was told]

Goodness. [a hand goes to her chest, over heart] I did not see you either. My apologies.

[Robb keeps blinking for a while until he bows slightly.]

Oh no, my apologies. I should have looked better. [He takes a small step back and waves a hand in a dismissing way.] I got lost in thoughts.

[He tends to get lost in thoughts a lot lately.]

Thank the gods no one fell over and got wet.

I would not have held it against had that happened. [if only because she was lost in her own thoughts by the scenery.

She waves a dismissive hand, pulling up a faint smile] But it is hard not to get lost in thought while walking here, so I accept your apology, if you will accept mine.

There are worse things than falling into the water. [He moves a hand through his hair, trying to comb some of the longer curls out of his eyes] If it would have happened I think my arse would have survived the ordeal.

[After laughing a little about his own joke he nods deeply.]

That seems only fair. Apologies accepted, my lady.

[the smile widens into a genuine grin; ah, but she likes when the formal-seeming types drop the formalities a bit]

I would certainly hope so, otherwise I would have no other choice but to tease you, and that seems rude to do to a stranger.

[she says, as if she's ever cared about manners]

And yours as well, good sir.

[Robb snorts softly.]

If I would have to fall into the water I will take you with me, my lady. It would be unfair if I would be the only one ending up with wet clothes.

[Well, Robb does care about manners. His position demands that of him.]

Call me Robb, my lady.

That would be unfair, but I'm afraid if you were to do that, you would learn very quickly that I am not deserving of the "lady" title.

[though it's cute he keeps calling her that. She might let is slide]

Well met, Robb. You may call me Tempest.

Every lady is a lady, even those with their arses covered in sand. [Well, he would not call the ugly campfollowers ladies or the ugly women who washed breeches.]

Without the title of lady, I assume?

[Normally he would not have spoken in such a bold way but well, Robb wants to try his best to adjust to a more modern lifestyle. Or whatever that may be.]

If you wish, and find yourself able to break from your traditions. [she says it with a lilting tease, because she's found it difficult to convince people even in her world to drop their silly titles with her]

I think that will not be a problem. [Robb nods at her.] I believe most modern people prefer it so. And recently I have discovered I like it so as well.

[It is very pleasant to be just Robb instead of ‘your grace’ or ‘my king’.]

I have found it to be preferable as well, though I have never been much for titles in the first place.

[though, past experiences does bring a question to mind, and she gives him a curious look]

Are you some manner of lord, then?

[she knows a princess who doesn't like the title, either]

[Well, Robb doesn't know any better. He is born the oldest son of a lord and became king along the way, claiming an old title that has been long forgotten.]

I have been. [A long time ago and in some place far, far away.] Once. [He shrugs and flashes her a smile.] It does not really matter here in a place like this.

Our roles are different here.

Mm, no, it doesn't. I was merely curious.

[it wouldn't change anything; titles to her are just another way to tease those she's grown fond of, and not something she's prone to taking seriously. Even in her own world]

I imagine they are very different roles from what you are used to.

You do not have to apologize.

[Robb tucks his hands into the pockets of his modern pants, quite liking this entire concept of having pockets there.]

I am not much of an entertainer, I am afraid. Other roles would suit me better.

Enter—ah, I had almost forgotten.

[she wrinkles her nose in distaste] I do not like the idea of being entertainment for others. I already had my fill of that elsewhere.

It is easy to forget. [Robb forgets it often.] Yet, that does not mean this is a part of our lives now. [He pulls a very disgruntled face.]

I like it not either. Yet they force it upon me. All I have to do is perform some sort of dance.

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