[ Dany's kept her arm in his as they've walked, her limp somewhat less pronounced after a day of rest. The corridors are queerly humid with every corner they turn, a sticky sort of heat that leaves her silver-gold braid clinging to bared skin by her neck, and gathers a fine sheen of sweat along her bared legs. The blue lights in this section of the prison render it impossible to ignore the unnatural aspects of their surroundings. She does not trust the water that pours from holes in the wall, sidestepping every stream that appears darker than it ought to be.
Yet however fruitless their search, Loki proves a good companion, amusing her whilst she listens and watches. The corridor they are in now is steadily narrowing, though, enough that she must remove her arm from his. Her shoulder brushes against his arm, and the other, slender though her frame is, bumps into the wall.
It is cool against her skin, half-covered by the HOT MESS EXPRESS shirt he has so generously lent her. ]
Go before me, [ she tells him, the armored one of their party, ] but if it should grow narrower still--
[ She breaks off from speaking all at once, her nose wrinkling. Suddenly, she is reminded of days walking too closely to the middle of the streets in the Free Cities, where horses drop their leavings. The stink of the cities she knows has been largely absent from her memory of late, after the relative sterility of Woodhurst before its epidemic and Leramzen before their arrest. Now, though ...
There is a faint skittering sounding down the stretch, a clicking sound that comes from the shadows. Dany sniffs at the air again suspiciously--before them, in his direction, and then, somewhat more worriedly, in her own--then takes hold of Loki's wrist to stop him, if he has not already stopped walking. ]
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Yet however fruitless their search, Loki proves a good companion, amusing her whilst she listens and watches. The corridor they are in now is steadily narrowing, though, enough that she must remove her arm from his. Her shoulder brushes against his arm, and the other, slender though her frame is, bumps into the wall.
It is cool against her skin, half-covered by the HOT MESS EXPRESS shirt he has so generously lent her. ]
Go before me, [ she tells him, the armored one of their party, ] but if it should grow narrower still--
[ She breaks off from speaking all at once, her nose wrinkling. Suddenly, she is reminded of days walking too closely to the middle of the streets in the Free Cities, where horses drop their leavings. The stink of the cities she knows has been largely absent from her memory of late, after the relative sterility of Woodhurst before its epidemic and Leramzen before their arrest. Now, though ...
There is a faint skittering sounding down the stretch, a clicking sound that comes from the shadows. Dany sniffs at the air again suspiciously--before them, in his direction, and then, somewhat more worriedly, in her own--then takes hold of Loki's wrist to stop him, if he has not already stopped walking. ]