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!Pr17GXUZvo 02/10/11(Thu)03:42 No.13848189>>13847754
Feeling very foolish and distinctly annoyed, Thurel clambered out of the water, and began to caper about on the river-bank in clumsy imitation of the dancing-girl he'd seen in a tavern once. The ground was squishy with mud under his feet, and it was hard to keep his balance.
Both elves seemed to be enjoying the sight, but Thurel vowed to himself that if either of them laughed he'd march back up to the Keep, nakedness be damned. There were some things he wouldn't put up with.
The clapping faded slightly, and Thurel saw the elf-woman had left - hopefully to get his clothes. At the Ambassador's gesture, he danced on, fluttering his fingers, shaking his hips, and generally feeling ridiculous.
One too-emphatic hip-shake overbalanced him - he flailed urgently, and then fell, landing on his back in the mud and grass. Thurel scrambled to his feet, sulkily, and returned to the water to get the mud off.
"Here, I'll help." The Ambassador, damn him, seemed intent upon helping rinse the mud from the curls of Thurel's dark-brown, short hair.
"I'm fine." It wasn't worth pushing him away over, though, so the Captain tolerated it.
By the time the elf-woman had returned with the clothes, the Ambassador had moved on to 'helping' to wash other areas, and Thurel's efforts in fending him off were growing more resigned.
"Thank you," he said hastily to the female elf, scrambling out of the water and grabbing his clothes. He dressed in a hurry, not bothering to get dry first, and set off back to the Keep.
Behind him, he heard giggling, as the two elves switched to entertaining each other instead. Resolutely, he shut it out. Next time, he'd check the elves were in a meeting before he went for a swim. |
