#but uh this other option she'd /love/ to hear more about lucan.is

[rookedcrow]

it seems a bit ridiculous, doesn’t it? a girl with an orlesian lineage never getting a chance to taste something so distinct that’s it’s practically reached mythical status. ( then again, there’s very little about herself she likens to anything from there; her parents never seemed keen on passing anything down, and she’d never pressed. she was born in tre.viso, and that’s how she saw herself. ) but at a time when she simply wanted to hear his voice for a little while — despite the lovely arrangement of running water and birdsong arlathan offered up to accompany their journey, or the light banter they’ve shared with taa.sh for the last hour or so — items she’d seen added to one of his old lists for the markets seemed like something mundane enough that it might seem outwardly unremarkable.

she exhales a laugh as she nimbly navigates the branch below her without looking down for too too long ( plus talking is a wonderful way to keep her from thinking about the drop should the branch decide it’s had enough interaction for the day ). “you almost make it sound like a sin, lucanis.” almost. but then again it’s difficult for her to find anything his says truly or fully uncomplimentary. “perhaps your vendor might do me a favor, then? since you know what a terrible sweet tooth i’ve got.” as if she’d actually had to ask --- the odds of there being a bowl of the fruit waiting for her in the dining hall after his next trip to the markets seemed almost as likely as taa.sh stopping to muse about the waterfall behind them. there was even a question as to whether or not the qun.ari was even listening to a word they were saying.

"hang on," boots hitting solid ground with a thump, she turns to wait for him, regardless of the fact he’s barely only a half - step behind, “so now it’s only the second sweetest, but you aren’t sure?” the grin she offers up is conspiratorial at it’s best, and pure mischief at it’s worst. and with their third still taking their time navigating the branch - made - bridge, for the moment rook doesn’t have to tamper down the way she likes to look at him.

“you should remedy that, i think.” the trail marker bella.ra had mentioned shouldn’t be too far ahead in the undergrowth; the least she can do is pretend to seek the carved stone out. “it would be a shame to miss out on it.”

so @spitecrow, about those 🍑... / from here💜