<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>// <span style='color:#E4BB69'>Nebai Gajtouteym</span> \\
Primary Trade ¤ Tactics (A)
Secondary Trade ¤ Hunter (A)
// <span style='color:#818391'>Temkaja Gajtouteym</span> \\
Primary Trade ¤ Con Artist (J)
Secondary Trade ¤ Poisons (A)
The twins are capable of speaking to each other in private telepathic speak, so any words in strict italics is this frequency. No one but the two of them can hear her: and it'd take a highly skilled telepath to even try. ;]
Speech in brackets is normal telepathic speech, and can be heard by anyone caring to listen in, just like any Pendragon conversation.</td></tr></table>
The pair had been walking. Walking along the road as they always did. Walking among nature gave Nebai great pleasure, while walking among society pleased her twin, Temkaja.
Today, neither were pleased. Society should have made Temkaja happy, but she was far too busy complaining about the weather. The thunderstorm had just died down again and they had emerged from their shelter in the trees.
Watani was a small area, mostly residential, not much to see. But the twins had a purpose this time: they were visiting this "boring" section of Swaraj to meet their cousin, Tryphaena. And to dote on Tryphaena's son, Bael, who had long since gotten much too big to be considered an infant, but hardly school-aged.
<span style='color:#818391'>{Nebai...}</span> one twin whines to the other, <span style='color:#818391'>{I'm soaked to the bone, and tired as the dead, can we go somewhere to rest?}</span> Temkaja looked hopefully to her wilderness-loving sister. She knew the reply that would come, but she didn't want to think on it. Maybe, just this once, she could convince her sister to rest more.
<span style='color:#E4BB69'>{Temkaja,}</span> Nebai sighs, tired of her sisters' antics. When her twin acted like a child it was sorely loathed. <span style='color:#E4BB69'>{I'm not stopping. We just rested less than three minutes ago. Tryphaena's home is supposed to be nearby, we'll rest and be dry when we get there, and not before.}</span>
The patter on rain on Nebai's head was almost starting to get to her, like a strange form of torture, in combination with Temkaja's manipulative whining. Temkaja wasn't always so, her mood changed depending on which technique she thought would best wind her victim around her finger. Unfortunately, considering the close bone the twins shared, neither was safe from the other knowing all of their thoughts - there are no secrets between twins! And as such, Nebai was immune to Temkaja's wiles, and Temkaja was immune to Nebai's brusqueness.
Nebai's keen hunter's eyes peirce through the evening light, or really, lack thereof, and notice another pendragon on the road. Stumbling... awkward... the rain was too heavy to pick out any words, but they appeared to be trying to speak.
Drunk? Probably. Not too many sober individuals went around in the rain.
<span style='color:#818391'>{I know. Which is why I'd like a nice warm place to rest...}</span> Temkaja had read Nebai's throughts again, a common occurance between the two.
Nebai sighs, tired of her twin's antics. Instead, her hunter's curiosity was getting the best of her, and her drunk 'prey' was stumbling away. Nebai picks of their plodding pace to a slow trot, to catch up with the pendragon who was wandering in apparently no straight line, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>{Excuse me, are you quite alright?}</span> The orange twin chose telepathing the drunk over speaking, just so she made sure she was heard over the pitter patter of the rain.
Temkaja meanwhile happily prances to a very nearby overhang from one of the few shops in Watani's residential area, happy to wait while Nebai conversed with the drunk. Nebai almost always made first contact when in the wild, and Temkaja when in society. Temakaja happily considered this bestial place to be part of the wild. Besides, any reason to stand out of the rain was good enough for her!