#omg the minute bullying is even hinted at roland wants to Fight

[eritvita]

“Such a myth,” teases Roland. “And lack of hygienic purposes ‘twards that bereavement of the great Amphibian. She is the Goddess, as art they all her followers and subtle priestesses.”

But those tales of bullying hast Roland to gawk, and to place an offended palm upon his own breast. “What bastards!” calls he, as he shuffles carefully through the silty mud, and through the clumping grass.

“What terrible species of humane rites! I am so very sorry,” says Roland solemnly, and reaches to grasp at Archer’s bicep in a tender solidarity. “May they be forever unhappy in their dominating lives. Wouldst thou wish to hold Her as wouldst She reveal Herself?" offers he. "I doubt wouldst She be too unkind to allow this sanctified gift.”

Archer can't help but laugh again as Roland double downs on his intentions. He tried to hide his fit and it evaporated into giggles. Pressing a few fingers against his lips to keep more from seeping out. He was sure Roland was doing this on purpose, though he could not deny it was a grand time.

"You do not feel that as being presumptuous?" He asks with a raise of a single brow. "What if the mistress of fortune and fates does not want to be kissed. What if she prefers to do the kissing?" He teases. "This is how we used to think you would get warts."

He shuffles closer to the log with Roland but stands still. His eyes keeping fixed on the shore and the grass half submerged on it's edge. A hand pressed to his chest. "Oh no my intimate friend. I never had to search them out- as my few companions always found them first and proceeded to either hide them in my pants or throw them in my hair."

He snickers a laugh that slowly fades. "Ahh... I only seemed to catch turtles. Such is my lot in life."