👏 - Ruffle my muse’s hair
“…I think ya just messin’ with me, Wolf.”
Danaael huffed, rolling his eyes through a voiceless snickering wheeze. Two big blue-white hands each veered a hard swish to either side; decidedly negative, along with a clattering shake of the beads around his head.
The shaman straightened some. One of those great scarred palms came to rest on Caideyn’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze as he dragged the elf a little closer to his side. His bright smile glimmered almost as bright and as lively as the river rush did before them; he squeezed again, drawing his palm in a smooth track up and down the blood elf’s spine, and the free hand tap-tap-tapped just at the lobe of his own ear.
Caideyn peered upward, eyes narrowing with playful disbelief. “Ya want me to listen to them? Ya know I can’t just–”
No, no. A hearty smack of a palm to his own chest. Smack-smack.
“–Ohhhh.” Caideyn shuffled in place a little, grinning lopsidedly. Probably should’ve gathered that, heh. But the shaman was a nightmare to understand on the best of days, wasn’t he? The elf cast another uncertain look across the river’s glinting surface, then hunkered to a squat beside the rush. “So, what’re they… ya know. Sayin’, then? –About me, I mean.” The elf reached out as if to touch the water… then froze.
Something akin to realization dawned upon him, and he whirled to set a wide-eyed stare onto the towering Draenei.
“Wh– wait a minute! I’ve been naked in these rivers!” Caideyn quailed with such a startle that Danaael froze as well. Blink-blink. “Gods’ teeth, they’ve seen my…” The elf sputtered, sidestepping embarrassed around the word. “–They’ve seen your…” That whole experience suddenly felt very different, once one realized the waters could talk. Oh, feckin’ hells. “–Do they talk about that?!”
Danaael, still half frozen himself, just gaped at poor flustered Caideyn in a wash of disbelief. … And then he belted all of that out into a half cackle and half scoff, squatting down beside the elf to bury that laughter in the scruff of his beard. Great thundering gods, of COURSE the spirits see.A bristly grin full of cheek and a little up-ticked nod confirmed Caid’s fears, to another groan – and another dry, rumbled wheeze, breathless as it was amused.
Poor Caideyn. He’d get used to it eventually.
Danaael drew back, tossing the flustered elf the most knowing of cheeky bastard winks– and, grinning wide, scrubbed a rough palm through his hair.
