When they're safely screened by rows of trees and dense underbrush, Vex takes Percy's arm. She puts on the air of a lady in a ball, being escorted through a hosts fine estate even as they trek through the mud.
The forest here isn't especially dangerous, but the country is wet, occasionally turning to fens that could be surprisingly difficult to spot if you didn't know what to look for. It wasn't highly likely that Percy would get sucked under, but he could easily lose a boot or need to be collected.
Luckily, Vex is here to keep him safe.
(Ish.)
"It is a nice evening to stretch my legs," she admits a little further on. "And for some more selective company."
He carries himself the same way, and they might as well be walking through the gardens of Whitestone. These flowers were my mother's favourite. And here's the poison garden - it's centuries old, and quite dangerous to walk through ungloved. We'll observe from afar. Fortunately, the landscape is nothing like home, damp and untamed, and he can push old memories from his mind easily.
(It helps, too, that he never went walking like this with a woman, when he was still a boy. Vex's hand resting on his arm is familiar in terms of etiquette, not experience.)
"I've heard enough about ball tag for one lifetime," he agrees dryly, as they carefully pick their way over exposed roots and around brambles. "Which is unfortunate, because I've gotten the sense that I'm going to hear quite a bit more about it in the future. But I'd like to know more about you."
It's not terribly smooth, as transitions go, but this is still rather new to him - and so is she.
"Ah, just wait until they expect you to play," Vex teases easily. There's an immediate pleasure in Percy's company, having someone who is not charmed by the vagaries of ball tag who isn't Keyleth. (Nothing against Keyleth, per se, but her particular brand of naive schoolgirl uncertainty and flustered dodging does not lend itself to the kind of bitchy judging Vex needs in her life.) "Then you'll know they've accepted you as one of their own."
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The forest here isn't especially dangerous, but the country is wet, occasionally turning to fens that could be surprisingly difficult to spot if you didn't know what to look for. It wasn't highly likely that Percy would get sucked under, but he could easily lose a boot or need to be collected.
Luckily, Vex is here to keep him safe.
(Ish.)
"It is a nice evening to stretch my legs," she admits a little further on. "And for some more selective company."
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(It helps, too, that he never went walking like this with a woman, when he was still a boy. Vex's hand resting on his arm is familiar in terms of etiquette, not experience.)
"I've heard enough about ball tag for one lifetime," he agrees dryly, as they carefully pick their way over exposed roots and around brambles. "Which is unfortunate, because I've gotten the sense that I'm going to hear quite a bit more about it in the future. But I'd like to know more about you."
It's not terribly smooth, as transitions go, but this is still rather new to him - and so is she.
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