It was a very humid day. Xavien had found himself sweating underneath all of the layers of his Warden armor, his clothing underneath the metal horribly sticking to his skin. Not only had it been a dreadful day in terms of weather but he had been traveling non-stop for hours on top of it. The elf couldn't help but feel like he was beginning to bake inside of his armor. He was even beginning to believe that the tips of his pointed ears were beginning to burn beneath the sun.
As if Andraste herself heard his internal whining and misery and felt pity, after scaling a hill he spotted a rather clear looking river. Clear and cool looking. Excitement flooded over him and he began to try to get down the hill as quickly as possible. This ended up being a terrible idea because as he neared the stream, the ground beneath him began to turn into mud. After a particularly bad step, the back of his heel sunk into the mud and sent him sliding down the hill on his ass. This wasn't too much of a problem except for when he hit a lump that sent his body side-ways and caused him to roll instead of slide.
It brought him to the stream but it also caused him to be painfully aware of the fact that there was an elven woman who had been next to it all along. His face went red with embarrassment, his already red ears flushing into a deep maroon, and the first thing he blurted out was a poor attempt to save face. "I meant to do that."
