"I actually wouldn’t mind wearing something that didn’t look like a potato sack for once in my life." JT mused, but then she couldn’t help but raised a brow at his comment. "I understand we are going to need party outfits for the masquerade but, what exactly did you have in mind for general attire? There’s no way I’m being caught out here in a dress. I am not a courtier." She muttered bitterly for a moment, recalling those women at the castle who had one point or another looked beyond prissy. And always had men to answer at their beck and call. They probably never had to fight anyone and they got what they wanted. Next to changing some of the rules in the country, stripping such people in the higher courts was another thing JT desperately wanted to do.
"You smell like a cows ass." JT said in a simple matter, and was being fully honest with him. "Probably the biggest reason why I didn’t eat you right off the bat. God knows where the fuck you have been." Even though she sounded serious, there was still that joking demeanor lying in her words. She jumped over a dead log, drifting herself more into the woodland area while she smelled the air for a moment trying to see if she could detect the spring or something like it in the sky. "Huh..I wonder how far it is."
Her eyes then glanced at Carlos when asked for a first lesson. She took her right hand and slapped it over her mouth. “That means shut up for one.” She mused, then pressed the back of right hand to her forehead and made a fist. “That means you understand. If you have the palm out and no fist, that means you don’t. There anything in particular you want to know?”
"Well, unless you want to go to the masquerade dressed as a man, I suggest you woman up a bit," Carlos teased, "Although, if the situation does go belly up, I'd rather not have you tripping over the hem of a dress whilst in the middle of battle. I'm sure we can find something suitable for you." He puzzled over the issue for a moment, thinking back to all the outfits he had seen at masquerades when he was still under the king's service. As far as he remembered, all of the women wore extravagant dresses; she might have to wear a man's suit after all.
At JT's next comment, Carlos couldn't help but laugh outwardly. "Perhaps I should skip a bath then, if only to keep your jaws off of me, eh?" His laughter was soon cut off by the log that his traveling partner easily hopped over. He hesitated for just a moment, before attempting to overcome the obstacle as he normally would. Though his resolve was sturdy, his right leg was not, as the sudden movement caused his limb to lock in place, catching on the edge of the log and sending him face first to greet the forest floor. Though he was a bit shaken from the fall, he quickly crawled back up onto his feet, using any nearby rocks or tree trunks as a temporary crutch. "I'm alright! Just fine!" he breathed, trying to assure JT that he was fit to walk on his own.
Carlos tried to ease himself off of the support of the trees as they continued onward, pausing for a moment to pay attention to JT's motions. He nodded in understanding. "Seems simple enough," he mused, going through the gestures in his head, "How do I tell them not to kill me on sight? That would be useful."
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