mingle a little Mor tonight

[catamite]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

Comments

[noctiphile]

Dangerous?

[Brows knitting, he gives Nel a puzzled frown, then glances down at his body. With a thoughtful twist of the mouth, he wades to the opposite bank, shaking dry as he steps onto dry land. Looking himself over again, he regards Nel curiously, calling across the river.] Do I look injured?

[catamite]

Yeah! Rivers are really dangerous...

[though... the guy seems to be in one piece. Nel's nervous smiles are edging more towards confusion and hesitation now, watching the guy safely make it to the other side.]

...But what about currents? ...And leeches, and gross stuff?

[noctiphile]

[Mattias twists and turns, showing off every inch of his body. There's not a leech, cut or gross thing to be found. Just a pair of scars on his stomach, healed over.]

I don't see any leeches. And the current's weak so long as you stay in this area. [He motions a wide circle with his hand, easily encapsulating he and Nel.] River's may be dangerous but this one is quite congenial. [Or maybe he should use a different word. Biting his lip, he hesitates, then smiles.] It's harmless.

[For now, at least.]

[catamite]

You'll get sick, though.

[he gets a little closer... slowly... inching up to the edge of the bank. definitely looking more genuinely nervous, now.]

...Won't you?

[noctiphile]

[He shrugs.] I've been in there for a couple hours and I'm fine.

[Smiling, in what he hopes is a reassuring way, he holds his hands out.] How about this? Should anything remotely frightening happen, I'll jump in and save you. Does that sound fair?

[catamite]

[he pokes at the very edge of the waterline with the toe of his shoe. considering, waffling, shifting his weight from one foot to the other while he decides.

eventually, he looks up with a smile again. it's a harmless smile, charming, so that maybe this guy won't trick him or try to screw him over.]

I don't even know who you are, though.

[noctiphile]

[It works, in a way. Tricking him is the furthest thing from Mattias' mind. He bows, one hand tucked beneath his chest. Formal-like.] Mattias Larnaca. I am a knight. If it helps.

[Was, technically. But he doesn't need to know that.]

[catamite]

[well! it apparently does help, because Nel's eyes widen and his face lights right up. totally charmed--just like that.]

A knight? ...For real?

[though, if there was ever a place to believe a claim like that, it would be this particular world.

Goodness... how could he not trust a knight?]

[noctiphile]

[It's not the reaction he was expecting. Reassurance, sure. But... admiration? It's strange. Not that he'll look a gift horse in the mouth here. Laughing lightly, he straightens, looking curiously at Nel.]

I should hope so. I trained for ten years. If I'm not a knight after that I'd at least like some notice.

[catamite]

[Nel's got that vaguely starstruck look, like he's running into something straight out of a fairytale. which, is more or less true, in his case.

though, he has to admit, that this isn't exactly what he'd imagined knights to be like.]

...And you're standing in a river?

[noctiphile]

[He volunteers a sheepish smile and shrug.]

Even small things need appreciation.

[catamite]

[after giving the river another long, considering stare... he toes out of one of his shoes. it's just to feel the water with his foot, though. he's not jumping in just yet.]

...I still think this is crazy...

[noctiphile]

And yet you're still doing it!

[A smile spreads into a light laugh. He claps delightedly, crouching down to Nel's level despite being still on the opposite bank.] Well? How does it feel?

[catamite]

[seeing the knight thrilled at his cooperation is all the encouragement he needs. it's a kind of praise, and he eats it right up.

the grin is back--nervous and excited--and he eventually leaves both shoes on the bank so he can wade in up to his ankles.]

...Should I just get my clothes all wet??

[he's never gone swimming before. how does this even work.]

[noctiphile]

Why not? [Wait. No. That's not right.] Actually, uh. Wait.

[He stands, and gestures at where his own shirt would fall.] You might want to take your shirt off.

[Honestly, he's not really sure himself but it seems like a good idea to not have your entire wardrobe sopping wet.]

[catamite]

[he does as instructed, flipping his shirt over his head and tossing it safely onto the shore.

...and then he starts to wade out into the water! arms out to keep his balance, even though the water isn't very deep, he looks as though he expects to be whisked away by the current at any moment.

he's still grinning though, and he laughs--full of nerves!]

--It's so cold!

[noctiphile]

[His grin is contagious; Mattias can't stop his own from spreading.] Isn't all water cold?

[He stands, chuckling as he stretches his arms.] It's refreshing, isn't it? A proper wake-up call!