Don't make me a liar, 'cause I swear to god When I said it I thought it was true
Of course she would ask how, on the heels of the enticing story he spun, the hook he just left dangling out. The fact that it's his fault doesn't stop Nate from wincing, the look hopefully hidden by the waves. "He was given a uh, quest, I guess, by the Voice. Had to gather a whole bunch of shit from the region, as far as I know." Though he'd only actually seen the items for a moment, before they were combined, reshaped into the shrine hidden in the coast. "One of those things was blood from the empanadas. And they took some offence to... well, everything about that." Again, he was careful to avoid associating himself with the events, though it wasn't like they'd killed the creature.
Melita is the far more interesting of the two of them, walking on the water as she does, reaching out for them as she does. Nate is almost entirely ignored, something he's quietly grateful for, though he keeps a careful eye on the girl, ready to do... something, if anything turns ugly. So far though they are gentle, fighting each other to be the one to lean into the curious, impulsive touch. Almost as if they're as eager for the interaction as Melita herself is.
Melita is the far more interesting of the two of them, walking on the water as she does, reaching out for them as she does. Nate is almost entirely ignored, something he's quietly grateful for, though he keeps a careful eye on the girl, ready to do... something, if anything turns ugly. So far though they are gentle, fighting each other to be the one to lean into the curious, impulsive touch. Almost as if they're as eager for the interaction as Melita herself is.
NATE
