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[borjafamily]

WHO: Borjas
WHERE: A canal near the high temple
OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
WHEN: Night of Day 4

[Astra has a cleaned-out planter as a bucket and is using it to wash herself in the canal. No soap or anything, just rinsing herself. Very thoroughly. ]

Comments

[withswagger]

[climbs in after him! when it rocks a bit his legs wobble and then steady naturally...]

Huh.

[bad_in_latin]

[ Mal's having a bit more trouble himself ]

You got the hang of this.

[withswagger]

[wwwalk! carefully...]

I suppose you must... let's learn on our feet.

[bad_in_latin]

'bout the only way we can, huh?

[ finding some oars ]

[withswagger]

A sad side effect of amnesia...

[huuh. leans over the edge... wobbling it a bit. He looks out to make sure they aren't being spotted...]

[bad_in_latin]

[ meanwhile, Mal starts to paddle them out. awkwardly, not exactly quietly, but. oh well. all seems quiet anyway. ]

Surely still does seem right somehow.

[withswagger]

[asjfa;!! sits more in the center, laughing weakly]

This is entirely foolish of us.

[bad_in_latin]

Exactly.

[withswagger]

[he rolls his eyes while he braces on the boat, but instead of the usual affably smug smile, Vespera seems to be. enjoying himself. genuinely]

And this is cheap thing liable to sink any moment.

[bad_in_latin]

[ yessss my courtesan is happy ]

Then I reckon we'll find out if'n we can swim.

[withswagger]

Lovely. We drown out alone in search of adventure and Astra would find us once more just to kill us again.

[bad_in_latin]

Good plan all 'round.

[withswagger]

[sighs... leaning back on his hands.]

I wonder if we've done this before.

[bad_in_latin]

Last year, y'mean?

[withswagger]

And the years before it. If this comes so naturally to us, is that the cause?

[bad_in_latin]

Hell, I dunno. No way of knowin'. No way of even knowin' that there really was a last year.

[ now that they're out a ways, he leans back. looking up at ... well, the lack of sky. ]

[withswagger]

True... this is the only year that matters.

[bad_in_latin]

Right. Ain't no guarantee of past nor future. Just now.

[withswagger]

... You're quite the Prime, Bergen.

[bad_in_latin]

Ain't sure if'n that's a compliment or not.

[withswagger]

Well. You are mine, and that is what matters.

Tell me, have you eaten?

[bad_in_latin]

[ he smiles a bit at that, tipping his head back ]

Had a snack at Aristophanes. Their governess was real good on insistin', else I mighta missed it.

[withswagger]

[sighs... a bit relieved?]

Good. But you ought to eat more than just a snack, you know.

[bad_in_latin]

I know, I know. But I ain't starvin', and that's a start.

[withswagger]

... It isn't like you would hurt me if you ate a bit off me, you know.