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[graparu]

[Sitting on the edge of the thermal pools is Grapple, a sombre expression on her face and her journal in her hand.]

Y'know, I never had much of a home. And whatever I find I kinda just... lose again. Kinda getting sick of it.

[Welp, someone is feeling down. She sighs and forces herself to pep up a bit.]

Still, I'm alive. Saved again from whatever the

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[idkmybffjoe]

[Since she's perfectly camouflaged, and Sean thinks he's alone in the pools (and wouldn't care too much if the opposite was true), he will just be peeling off his sweat-stained shirt thank you very much. It gets thrown off to the nearest wall. His pants -- breeches yoinked from the Clothier's Tower -- are following in record time.

If Grapple doesn't announce her presence she's going to have a naked Ivers boy on her hands.]

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[graparu]

[She perks at the sound of someone near and, when it's Sean, Grapple breathes a steady sigh of relief. Before she can get a word in, the man is near starkers.

Grapple coughs and materializes from her place in the pool, top half covered by the water but shoulders bare enough to suggest she's almost as naked as him.]

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[idkmybffjoe]

[Sean's eyebrows leap into his fringe, more brownish than blond. Someone has been neglecting their cut.]

That the way of it then?

[His thumbs are already twisted into the band of his boxers, and he seriously entertains the thought of forging onward without a scrap of clothing, but. . . he would rather she stayed. His brother is here in the Keep somewhere, but he can't, or won't, see Sean.

Her company would be nice.]

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[graparu]

I got here first.

[She's joking, or trying to joke. Grapple's sense of humour is a little broken right now. She does however, shift that she's not hiding quite so much, but keeps herself covered.]

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[bondedgryphon]

[Zhaneel has been pretty quiet these past few days, content to get to know the lay of the land and just .. observe. It had nothing to do with just wanting to avoid people; to avoid getting attached to anyone.

Nope. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Still, she's out flying this evening, enjoying the play of much cooler air on her wings and the general sense of freedom it allows. True, when she flew Circuits back home it was, in essence, a self-imposed punishment, but it was also the only time she could get away entirely from the cruelty of her Wing mates.

She had spied the thermal pools on a previous outing and, despite what people might think, gryphons rather enjoyed thermal pools. They were a rare, often magic formed, treat back in Velgarth. She heads that way now, cutting through the air and descending when she doesn't see anyone else at them.

No .. she wasn't at all avoiding people, was she

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[graparu]

[Grapple turns at the sound of approach, her camouflage masking her movement to almost perfection. The sight of Zhaneel is a surprising one, and for the moment Grapple's emotions are put on hold. She's not scared, but wary. The animals back home are mutant, infected by the virus and changed.

But, there were others at the facility where she'd trained, and many of them, herself included, were in close connection to one of these creatures. Carefully, Grapple materializes.]

You are so damn cute.

[The words are quiet, more a whisper of awe to herself than to Zhaneel.]

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[bondedgryphon]

[Zhaneel starts at the voice, her golden gaze jerking over to where Grapple sits in the thermal pool next to her. She has a moment where she tries to look threatening, but it's hard when flailing to get out of water and already being soaked through.

So, she settles in the water again, dripping, and eyes Grapple dubiously, finally taking in her words and pausing to look behind herself. There's also the fact that she recognizes Grapple's voice, and that settles her just a bit.]

Sssorry .. I did not mean to .. you sstartled me.

[A brief pause and her wet ear tufts flick forward and she moves to climb out of the pool. She is slow stepping, but she makes her way toward Grapple's pool, but is careful not to crowd her.]

You .. you are Grapple?

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[graparu]

[Holy crap. Grapple recognizes Zhaneel's voice as well. A gryphon certainly isn't what she was expecting.]

Yeah, that's me. Zhaneel, right?

[Have yourself a warm smile, Zhaneel.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

... Yeah. Real encouraging.

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[graparu]

Oh shh.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Just telling the truth.

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[graparu]

[She sighs.]

Still no sign of your buddy?

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[drinkuntilidie]

I'll drink to that.

[Don't mind that fact that he's already drinking.]

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[graparu]

Whatever you've got, I'll be coming to steal some when I'm done here.

[For now, Grapple plans on marinating in the pools for a while.]

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[drinkuntilidie]

Now I may be a gentlemon, but I'm pretty protective about my liquor.

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[graparu]

What if I ask nicely?