Spa day
Almost as soon as he made his presence known, her demeanour shifted. The large fae perked right up, tail rising to flag happily over her hips and lips curving into a smile. His own bobbed tail wiggled to mirror her delight, lichen-coloured auds shoved forward with great interest. While he couldn't quite match her level of excitement, he had no issues going with the flow of the conversation. “Others have had worse, I’m sure. I’m just looking for some good mud. My friend said it’s good for your skin… or something and I want to look my best when I go and visit her!” she explained, and the yearling didn't hesitate to raise a brow dubiously. He spent a whole lot of time in the muck, shouldn't he know that? Or... perhaps he never considered it. His skin was always well hydrated, after all. Not a flake or itch since the day he was born. The young wolf tracked her two-toned gaze as it cut to her surroundings, and the waterlogged soil that surrounded them. She certainly had picked a good spot to find some mud. “I’m not from around here though, so I don’t know which mud is the best. Are you from around here?” she then asked. A bright smile claimed his features, the young healer bobbing his head affirmatively. "Born an' raised in this mangrove, actually." he quipped and then lifted his basket of mushrooms so he could rise up on his back legs and hang it from a short branch overhead. They would be safer there than at ground level, until he could come back for them. "You'd probably be fine to lounge in whatever mud ya find, but ya might want to pick a spot where there's less algae." he offered with a small shrug, and then tipped his head lightly towards the shoreline. Certain spots got less movement with the ebb and flow of tides, and there tended to be more algae or debris. Usually at the bends in the waterline, and straightaways were clearer. A few graceful steps across the thin roots of the mangrove trees, and then he leapt to the shore. Claws dragged scores into the soft earth as he found himself landing on a slope- sometimes the light played tricks, and you couldn't see the inclines. Once he had his footing, the swamp dweller picked his way towards a choice spot. Some sunlight managed to filter through the canopy- it was less dense closer to the edges of the water. The mud wasn't freezing cold underfoot, and perfect for wallowing. "Like right here, this is a good spot." he commented, swiping the roughened pad of his paw across the surface and finding the slow movement of the substrate back into place to meet his standards. Thick enough to stick, thin enough to easily cover yourself. With a sweep of his muddied paw, he launched some mud towards her and giggled. Might as well give her a helping paw with getting herself thoroughly coated! Nimble paws sent him skittering towards the waterline, ready to find himself pursued by the massive damsel. Verdant gaze lifted to track her movements, eyes wide and jaws agape in a little goblin grin. |