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[cryopathy]

kiera canorus aurelius

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weasel's note: kiera's handwriting is a neat, flowing script somewhere between print and cursive.

they can most often be found at the barn, either tending to animals or in the attached stablemaster's quarters, or at the watchtower bar, either as a patron or occasionally tending bar.

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[unheiring]

[His resultant laugh is light enough that, hopefully, it will assuauge any of her worries. The wound itself had healed. Now it was a memory that he'll have to bring up before long. Kiera won't be happy, but at least he would have good news to go along with it.

Before he steps in, he does reach into their stash and grabs a shirt for himself. Whatever the style, it'll have to work.

When he emerges, his hair has been largely towel dried, and his feathers look equally as tousled, but at least he doesn't look quite as miserable.]

So. Do I lecture you now, or later?

[cryopathy]

[kiera, on the other hand, while in dry clothes, can do nothing about their own mass of sopping hair. there's far too much of it for one towel to absorb, and usually, they would use wind to blow dry it themself... they suppose they'll just have to put it up in a bun for now.

there's a hint of panic in their eyes at luca's question, but they force their tone to remain level.]

What could you possibly have to lecture me about? I think I'll head over to the inn; at least the ambient heat of the fireplace might help dry all of this fluff.

[unheiring]

Not the bar? I hear the hearth has been well-tended, and that there is good company beside. I cannot imagine how long it's been since you have had a drink.

[Which, all told, probably indicates that he has no idea as to what happened. He wouldn't casually be offering drinks if he knew about their death. That faint hint of panic isn't lost on him, but he chalks it up to Kiera being nervous about being iced out again.

Silently, Luca kicks himself for ever having pushed her away.]

I meant avoiding me as you did. I know we fought, but...

[cryopathy]

Only if you think it appropriate for me to lie down beside it and drape all my hair across the floor.

[your choice, luca!

they straighten up, haphazardly tossing the spent towel on the nearest soaked surface. their place is going to be a wreck... well, it already is, but give it a week or so and it'll be moldy too.]

Was it a fight? I thought we came to an agreement. If I was avoiding you, well, it's rather humiliating to be stuck in such a pathetic, helpless state. [none of this is an outright lie.]

[unheiring]

It is early enough in the day. I highly doubt you would disturb anyone so terribly.

[And if they did, Luca would have words for them. It's his establishment, after all. He gets to decide who is allowed in and who is not.]

We still squabbled all the same. [He shrugs loosely as he holds the door open for them as they retreat.] And... admittedly, I did confront River.