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[ Dorothy may have spent most of the day engaging in being overly affectionate (which may not be all that unusual for her), but now? She's alone, settled in a quiet spot in the forest and thankfully not surrounded by woodland critters because that kind of weirds her out.
She is humming, under her breath, and seemingly lost in thought, but gradually, she moves to head back out the way she came. Still humming, but at least she seems to feel like being productive now.
Maybe.
Prove her wrong. ]
She is humming, under her breath, and seemingly lost in thought, but gradually, she moves to head back out the way she came. Still humming, but at least she seems to feel like being productive now.
Maybe.
Prove her wrong. ]
[ Dorothy looks at Rufus. Then at the creature. Then Rufus.
Come to think of it, they're strangely similar, but she heaves a sigh and shakes her head at Rupe. ]
It's no good using a pretty girl as an excuse to get yourself out of trouble. He's immune.
Come to think of it, they're strangely similar, but she heaves a sigh and shakes her head at Rupe. ]
It's no good using a pretty girl as an excuse to get yourself out of trouble. He's immune.
[Well, then what good is she? (That's probably not what he's thinking.) Rupe turns tail and dogtrots back to Rufus, who's taken Dorothy's time talking to step closer.
Now that he's gotten Rupe back, he should just leave. Something holds him from going, though, as he watches Dorothy.]
What brings you here?
Now that he's gotten Rupe back, he should just leave. Something holds him from going, though, as he watches Dorothy.]
What brings you here?
Not that I can recall... ironically. [ With a small, huffed-out laugh. ]
The fact that I can't seem to place what I've forgotten might just mean it wasn't very important. But for now, I'd like to acknowledge what I do remember... perhaps it might help later.
The fact that I can't seem to place what I've forgotten might just mean it wasn't very important. But for now, I'd like to acknowledge what I do remember... perhaps it might help later.
[He doesn't appear to share her sentiment about nostalgia, if the crease in his brow is any indication.
Still, after a moment's consideration he walks over to join her at the indicated space. Rupe settles down next to him on the side opposite of Dorothy.]
It wasn't far. We were already here when he wandered.
Still, after a moment's consideration he walks over to join her at the indicated space. Rupe settles down next to him on the side opposite of Dorothy.]
It wasn't far. We were already here when he wandered.
[ Dorothy's quiet for a moment, a more pensive hum trapped in her throat until she speaks. ]
I don't really trust these factions-- I was told they're meant to be incentive for nova gathering, but you would think just being able to return home would be more than enough motivation.
Also our importance here is apparently so great that they would all willingly give up all of their memories to guide us? I can't say I understand taking that kind of risk myself.
I don't really trust these factions-- I was told they're meant to be incentive for nova gathering, but you would think just being able to return home would be more than enough motivation.
Also our importance here is apparently so great that they would all willingly give up all of their memories to guide us? I can't say I understand taking that kind of risk myself.
[ Dorothy releases a noise that's half-sigh and half... well, something along the lines of an unhappy growl, slipping a hand through her hair.
Better to keep it busy than trying to reach out for his hand, like she wants to-- but for once, she exercises restraint. It'd be a shame if he bolted so soon, merely because he doesn't seem to be fond of closeness. ]
Perhaps they consider distrust to be a powerful enough emotion that it's worth trying to stir up. Or, rather, being wary can certainly escalate into stronger emotions.
Better to keep it busy than trying to reach out for his hand, like she wants to-- but for once, she exercises restraint. It'd be a shame if he bolted so soon, merely because he doesn't seem to be fond of closeness. ]
Perhaps they consider distrust to be a powerful enough emotion that it's worth trying to stir up. Or, rather, being wary can certainly escalate into stronger emotions.
[He sits with an arm draped over a bent knee, staring down at the grass in front of his feet. It's easier, he finds, if he just doesn't put anyone in his line of sight. She sounds unhappy about something, but that's not important right now.]
Either way, the outcome is bound to be quite unsightly.
Either way, the outcome is bound to be quite unsightly.
[That's speciest.
He chooses to say nothing to that, which means he's left sitting in the silence and the growing desire to reach out to the voice. It's troublesome, and needy besides. He has to fill the gap with something.]
. . . Is there a wish you want granted?
He chooses to say nothing to that, which means he's left sitting in the silence and the growing desire to reach out to the voice. It's troublesome, and needy besides. He has to fill the gap with something.]
. . . Is there a wish you want granted?
[ SHOULDN'T YOU BE CAVORTING IN HELL, RUFUS ]
... [ Another laugh, even quieter. ] Oh, I think most ladies would wish for a handsome gentleman to come sweep them away from the drudgery into a life of adventure and riches.
[ And she could leave it there. She's tempted. But... ]
However, wishes really aren't for me. And you? Does that interest you, having a wish granted?
... [ Another laugh, even quieter. ] Oh, I think most ladies would wish for a handsome gentleman to come sweep them away from the drudgery into a life of adventure and riches.
[ And she could leave it there. She's tempted. But... ]
However, wishes really aren't for me. And you? Does that interest you, having a wish granted?
[ He doesn't seem to be the cavorting type, but... really, she wonders if anyone would believe her, if she told the young ladies she knows about having encountered a demon.
Probably not.
Her eyes flick down to his hand, a more pensive expression entering... though again, she does nothing. Not yet, anyway. Even if he's making it awfully tempting. ]
And your wish would be...? Not my business?
[ Look, she was wary. He's probably wary too. She gets that. ]
Probably not.
Her eyes flick down to his hand, a more pensive expression entering... though again, she does nothing. Not yet, anyway. Even if he's making it awfully tempting. ]
And your wish would be...? Not my business?
[ Look, she was wary. He's probably wary too. She gets that. ]
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