"I know. Quite unlike me, isn't it? Wearing clothes, bringing a pack, and not sleeping in trees? Perhaps you should check my forehead, I may be running a fever!" She's watching how he walks as she speaks, and if anything her smile grows wider.
Of course she doesn't truly look like a proper hiker. She's shoeless, and in another one of those (completely inappropriate for hiking) brightly colored, brightly trimmed dresses. But then again, she's no longer the homeless ragamuffin, woman-child waif in the wild, either.
"I will open a gate and bring us back to the cave, from there it take perhaps a single night at most to reach our goal." She doesn't say why she couldn't or wouldn't call a gate closer to his rare plant, she just opens the front door before them with a dramatically energetic gesture, waving him through and grabbing her pack by the shoulder strap before locking the front door behind them both. The key gets put back in it's hiding place, and Mara steps out into the afternoon sun, her ponytail jauntily bobbing behind her.
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Date: 2015-03-10 05:04 am (UTC)Of course she doesn't truly look like a proper hiker. She's shoeless, and in another one of those (completely inappropriate for hiking) brightly colored, brightly trimmed dresses. But then again, she's no longer the homeless ragamuffin, woman-child waif in the wild, either.
"I will open a gate and bring us back to the cave, from there it take perhaps a single night at most to reach our goal." She doesn't say why she couldn't or wouldn't call a gate closer to his rare plant, she just opens the front door before them with a dramatically energetic gesture, waving him through and grabbing her pack by the shoulder strap before locking the front door behind them both. The key gets put back in it's hiding place, and Mara steps out into the afternoon sun, her ponytail jauntily bobbing behind her.