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~Nothing could have given him more relief than the gracious return of his manners, grooming and intelligence. If a man doesn't have his principles, what does he have? Over the days of his transition he has been slowly picking his way through the swamp, with the slowly sharpening idea of finding a more permanent structure than a simple hole in the ground. As his wits return to him he remembers to assist Beauty delicately over the more disgusting parts of the swamp, over the hidden logs, pitfalls and... dead things. He's old-fashioned; the idea that she might not need his help never occurs to him.
He wants nothing more than to apologise for his behaviour, but he's too embarrassed even to bring it up. His clothes are damaged due to the transformation of their occupant over the last month, but they aren't in dire need of replacement, and the second he had the faculties to remember to bathe he made up for lost time and was briefly the cleanest man in the entire Level. Some time tramping through slime and marshland changed that quickly.~
If we can get to that vantage point up there we can rest and figure out where to go next. We can eat frogs for lunch. It'll be just like French cuisine.
~He attempts to flash a humourus yet apologetic grin at her, but he's running out smiling motivation.~
He wants nothing more than to apologise for his behaviour, but he's too embarrassed even to bring it up. His clothes are damaged due to the transformation of their occupant over the last month, but they aren't in dire need of replacement, and the second he had the faculties to remember to bathe he made up for lost time and was briefly the cleanest man in the entire Level. Some time tramping through slime and marshland changed that quickly.~
If we can get to that vantage point up there we can rest and figure out where to go next. We can eat frogs for lunch. It'll be just like French cuisine.
~He attempts to flash a humourus yet apologetic grin at her, but he's running out smiling motivation.~
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Date: 2010-04-05 07:53 pm (UTC)I am not so very hungry but I thank you for the offer. *There is a pause as she gathers her courage to look at him for the first time in a week. Even so, her head is still titled down so that she is looking at him through her lashes.* I could use a respite and anywhere out of this wet would be preferable.
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Date: 2010-04-06 08:36 pm (UTC)He spies a groove carved into the side of a wet hill, almost deep enough to be a cave. It's not dry, but it's the dryest thing possible. He moves to help her jump the little soggy stream that crosses in front of it.*
Well it's your lucky day, your Highness.
*Even though he's seen her as a cavewoman, she's STILL the prettiest girl he's ever seen. And he kind of likes her a little damp and messy anyway. He finds it cute.*
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Date: 2010-04-07 07:10 pm (UTC)Thank you my Good Knight, what do they call you in your inner circle?*She gives him a small warm smile obviously meant to smooth over their mutual discomfort.* As we are our own circle the formalities just seem tiresome. It is lonely to have no confidant, so I ask you to call me Beauty.
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Date: 2010-04-10 02:37 pm (UTC)My name's Harold- Hal.
*He grins a little, quite shy but trying to man up.*
I've never known anybody called Beauty before. I've never known anybody who'd suit it as well, either.