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it's lovely by the water - Maeve - 08-04-2021
Getting to Frey's Breath had been the hard part.
The springs were already steaming, but Maeve knew from warning that they could become scalding in moments, burning their flesh to the bone. With great care, she edges towards the shore of one of the many pools with her first bucket, dipping it into the water to begin filling it.
RE: it's lovely by the water - Locke - 08-05-2021
He had slipped her a note at the start of their little adventure, a hastily scribbled 'i cant talk, pissed frey off' and not much more. And now they're going to Frey's breath and that's just his luck, isn't it? Well, as long as he's the one that melts and not her, it's fine, right? He had hoped another attuned would join but alas, he and Maeve were joined by sweet Melita. He gives her a little grin and hopes that Maeve explains his predicament. They keep winding up in strange situations together lately so surely she'll understand.
Locke shakes his head at Maeve, scooting her lightly to the side before kneeling down to fill up a bucket and holding it out to her. No need for her to be kneeling down. He starts to fill up another. He's already down here, might as well fill them all.
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Locke starts filling the buckets up!
RE: it's lovely by the water - Melita - 08-05-2021
Melita had been here before; when the sickness had spread and she’d hoped to assist in finding a cure. The hot springs proportions gave her intense relief; maybe because of her inner fire, maybe because there was some peace in the luxury of soothing balms, maybe because it was a welcome distraction from the fractures of her life at the moment.
Unaware of the situation between Maeve and Locke, or Locke’s incapability of speech, the youth arched a brow but marched forward all the same, undeterred and unbothered by the swell of temperatures. [say]“This place helped when everyone was sick last year,”[/say] she said by way of some modicum of conversation that didn’t involve buckets; dipping hers in gently as she clambered along the embankment, listening to the water slosh along the sides.
RE: it's lovely by the water - Maeve - 08-05-2021
The note was confusing and Maeve wanted to ask more, unsure of what he could have possibly done to piss off his herald, but there hadn’t been time before they set off. Maeve rolls her eyes when Locke urges her aside, bending down to start filling up their buckets, leaving her with nothing to do but keep watch. Her fingers curl around the handle of her whip, pressing into the supple leather as jade eyes scan their surroundings, keeping an eye out in the dim cavern. [say]”I remember that. Suppose it’s fitting, it'll be helping again this year.”[/say] She muses, casting a glance towards Melita, suddenly realizing that she hadn’t told her of Locke’s predicament.
Not wanting the honeybee to assume that he had some kind of issue aside from his curse, she quickly corrects that, [say]”He can’t talk right now. Apparently got cursed at a shrine when he went to see Frey.”[/say] She bends to grab one of the full buckets, carrying it back up the bank and setting it to the side before carefully finding her way back down for the next. [say]”I’m mostly just worried about us getting back without spilling any. That’s what the kegs up top are for. We’ll fill those up and the mules will carry them back.”[/say]
RE: it's lovely by the water - Locke - 08-05-2021
Locke merely rolls his eyes, sighing softly. He doesn't feel like trying to write it all out and frankly he's still not entirely sure what he did wrong. Were the gods not meant to guide their followers? It's a wound that will take some time to heal but he'll just deal with this for now. He's already figured out that while he can talk, it's best to just not. He really doesn't want to deal with that right now.
Locke finishes filling up the buckets before standing and taking one of his own up the embankment. He's not really worried about being burned too much. He can handle it alright, probably.
RE: it's lovely by the water - Melita - 08-05-2021
Her head tilted as she filled the bucket, indicating she was listening, even if her gaze was attentive upon the springs and sprigs. A frown pulled through her features at the notion of Locke being cursed though; only lifting her stare back to him in regards. [say]“That’s too bad. Do you know how to cure it?”[/say] Spirits and heralds could be fickle at the best of times – sometimes it was misfortune, sometimes it was rotten luck, sometimes it was caused by one’s own actions.
Then she hastened over once the water had reached the top of the lip, casting it over to Maeve so she could lift them along to wherever they needed to go. She snagged at her second with equal fervor and aplomb as the first, venturing back to the embankment, half-inclined to dip her fingers or toes into its mighty mettle.
RE: it's lovely by the water - Maeve - 08-09-2021
[say]"I think he just has to wait it out unfortunately."[/say] Maeve answers for him, carefully approaching the edge of the spring again, drawing out a small vial for herself and gingerly dipping it into the water. It isn't hot enough to burn her and she's able to fill it with ease, placing the stopper back inside and tucking it into her bag after wrapping it in some cloth to ensure it doesn't shatter. She finishes just in time to take Melita's offered bucket, carrying it back up the embankment to rest with the others. They were three for six now and at this rate would soon be heading back for the surface to fill the casks before journeying home.
Maeve joins Locke once more, passing him his third bucket so he might fill that one too before she takes up the fourth, lowering herself to fill this one too. She might be pregnant, but she wasn't incapable despite what he might think. Se knows it comes from a good place and can't find it in herself to be irritated with him.
RE: it's lovely by the water - Locke - 08-12-2021
Locke shakes his head to Melita's question. He's pretty sure he has to wait or maybe grovel on his knees to someone. He's not too keen on that though. If he was feeling less suspicious, he might take a drink of the water but alas, he's not all that trusting at the moment. He takes the third bucket as its handed to him, eyeing Maeve as she crouches down to fill the fourth. He simply huffs as he stands back up. He knows she can do things but like, why should she? If he's here? He's also curious about the little vial but he'll ask about it when he can ask about things.
He holds out his hand, either to take the bucket or to help her up, whichever she wants. He wonders if Melita knows about their weirdness. He doubts she even cares. Smart girl she seems.
RE: it's lovely by the water - Melita - 08-14-2021
Waiting it out made her wrinkle her nose, vaguely shrugging her shoulders in Locke’s direction. For a moment, she wondered if he could simply try the healing water – considering they were right here. It couldn’t hurt to try? [say]“Maybe the springs will help?”[/say] Her eyes roamed from one individual to the next, snagging at her second bucket, listening to the liquid slosh inside. Entirely unaware of any awkwardness between the other pair, or why there’d be any reason for it, she continued and persisted on her round – waiting until the container had been filled, before wandering back over to Maeve.
Passing it over, she glanced around, eyes going towards remnants of where flowers had been blooming, hidden and tucked away, furtive and secretive. [say]“Do we need anything else?”[/say]
RE: it's lovely by the water - Maeve - 08-15-2021
His hand is extended down to her and she doesn't hesitate to take it. A slight grimace pulling on her feature as she uses his hand to pull herself up, getting her feat back under her with a soft huff, looking over to Melita now. [say]"We just need to carry these back up to the surface and get it poured into the casks."[/say] Then it was just a matter of getting back to Torchline with it. Surely it wouldn't be too difficult for the three of them. Locke with his shifts, Melita with her bow, and Maeve with her whip. The trio was more than well enough matched for some of the things they could run into out here.
Maeve grabs two of the buckets, setting back the way they came slowly, steps evenly paced as she pushes towards the way out. [say]"Just stay together. No telling what could be around."[/say]
RE: it's lovely by the water - Locke - 08-21-2021
Melita's suggestion makes him shrug again and he leans down, scooping water into his hand and just.. tossing it back. It's warm and soothes the burning in his throat. He does feel a little better at least. [say]"Guess if it was Frey that did it, would make sense for the sp-"[/say] He's cut off mid-sentence, grimacing. The black fly buzzes away and Locke growls. Fucking curse.
He huffs, grabbing his two buckets with tighter grip than needed. He had hoped, maybe, that it would work. After all, he had been at Frey's shrine and he had heard of the healing properties of the spring. Oh well. Maeve prompts them to stick together and he wants to laugh. Break up or not, he's not going to leave his baby momma alone in a place like this. So maybe that was more to Melita than him.
RE: it's lovely by the water - Melita - 08-23-2021
Well, so much for that thought.
Her nose wrinkled further as the fly made its way out of Locke’s mouth. Gross. [say]“Sorry,”[/say] she grimaced, shrugging her shoulders as if to alleviate the suggestion’s roots out of the way. Maybe it would only be time, and time alone, to alleviate the curse. Unfortunate for Locke in the meantime, however.
With that though, she ensured her weapons were all in place, checking over the quiver on her shoulder, the daggers along her calves, hidden by the hems of her dress, before nodding and grabbing hold of more buckets. [say]“There’ve been gore crows here before,”[/say] in case neither of the other individuals had run into them. A distinct bird anyway, given its tactics of shouting out meat.
RE: it's lovely by the water - Maeve - 08-29-2021
Oh. Maeve hadn't know what exactly Locke's curse entailed. She especially didn't know that it meant flies would buzz out of his mouth whenever he spoke. It takes everything in her not to gag at the sight even as her stomach turns violently, threatening to empty its contents then and there thanks to the ever present morning sickness. The queen winces, swallowing thickly before taking a breath to steady herself, tightening her grip on the buckets she's carrying herself, steps light as she begins to lead them back towards the exit.
[say]"Hopefully we don't run into a whole murder of them."[/say] She says to the Honeybee, unease clear in her voice despite the cool expression on her face. The walk back up to their pack mules is a long one and she's sweating by the time they make it back out. Her cheeks flush and her hair sticking at her temples. Maeve sets both of her buckets down, placing a hand on her belly as she catches her breath, giving their surroundings a quick scan. [say]"Let's get the casks filled up quickly before anything decides to rush us."[/say]
RE: it's lovely by the water - Locke - 09-02-2021
They asked. Kind of. At least they know why he's preferring to not speak. If only one of them was Attuned but as far as he could tell, Melita wasn't and he knew Maeve wasn't. It'll be fine. He grumbles lowly under his breath, eyes flickering to Maeve as they walk. He wishes she'd just let him do it but it'd be even slower going. They could've rigged the cart to him but the rocks and crags would've likely broken wheels.
They finally make it to the cart and he brushes past Maeve, setting his buckets down before taking her's. He climbs into the back of the cart and holds his hands out, intent on taking the baskets as they hand them to him. He can unload them from up here more easily than trying to reach over the casks.