Love is Weakness

*Themisto* · (This post was last modified: 02-10-2014, 06:23 PM by Themisto.)

The man did not have a particular reason for being in such dangerous terrain, but boredom had somehow brought him here. Upon crossing over into the swamp a scene would unfold before him, and he would observe from a distance concealed behind a few long shrubs. It seemed that this woman was stuck knee high in muck, and before Themisto could come to her aid she would begin to free herself. Curiosity would consume him, and he would remain where he was and quietly observe until needed. Within a few minutes she had managed to free herself, and was swimming to the bank. Upon her arrival she would shake her pelt free of liquid, droplets flying in all directions. As she jumped into the log he would come forth, reaching her within a few dozen strides. He could see water still dripping from her pelt, and his head would cock slightly before he would speak. "Ma'am, you alright?" The brunette man would inquire, his tone of voice sincere. She had just went through a tiring ordeal, and being a healer his first concern had been her health. She smelt strongly of Glaciem, but he would not treat her differently, as he was not one to judge despite the hell he had been through due to her pack. He would wait patiently for an answer.

Speech,

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