<span style='color:purple'>[OOC When: 45 Tessera, 81379, Sunset Who: Shapumka OOC]</span> It had been a good deal of time since Shapumka had been anywhere near Magi Lake, roughly six years actually. He glanced about, his golden eyes catching the setting sunlight, taking in the surroundings. He stood near the edge of the lake looking over the lightly rippling waters, deceptivly calm. He had heard many stories about what might lurk beneath the water, tinted firey red from the sun dipping into the horizon. He had actually searched for the truth behind some of the stories of a monster lurking beneath, but he had yet to find anything. "Pah, there's probably nothing there anyway... Just stories to scare kids from going too deep." He chuckled at that, remembering the stories his parents had told him, about little children being plucked from the shallows when they strayed too far into the water. "Stories to scare children..." Even saying that to himself, he stayed away from the waters. Instead he sat beside a tree, leaning back against it, wrapping his cloak about himself as he studied the waters. He had originally come back to Magi Lake to come visit his home town, but he couldn't for the life of him remember which town it was. He didn't mind too much though, he was an only child and had hatched later into his parents life. "They're probably already with Fronima now." He didn't sound glum as he said that, as he touched that source of power often while he danced. "They're always there." He blinked, almost startled with himself for being so morose. "Agh.. I need to find me a nice bar!" With that he stood up, adjusting his patchy cloak and clothing, before making a circular motion with his hips. "Haha! That Dancer Commander is back!"
Chuckling to himself, he gave his rump a bit of brush to dislodge the leaves attatched to the stitching. His tail, swaying back and forth behind him, shone a light blue, indicating his general good mood. "Yes, find a nice bar inde---!!!" His monologue was cut to the quick as his left foot landed square atop a fist sized rock, dislodging his graceful walk and pitching him headlong into the nearby lake. "Oh god!" He half yelped as he rolled into the waters, ending up a decent way into the water, which was not a good thing as he had a horrible fear of drowning, in this certain body of water most of all. He began to flail wildly, trying to keep his head up above the water, though not seeming to do a very good job at it, all the while drinking a drunkard's share of the water.
It didn't take Shapumka too long to realize he was flopping about like a fish on dry land that he was practically on dry land himself. He was, in fact, only up to his chest in water, and had not yet found his footing. Once figuring this out however, he rapidly began to curse himself in whichever ways he could remember off of the top of his head. Slowly he made his way back up to the beach, his clothing dripping in water, and his hair falling down over his eyes dripping water down his face. I hope noone saw that... He thought to himself as he gave himself a rough shake down, sending water flying every whichway until he felt he was dry enough to make it to a warm place where he could dry his clothing, aswell as himself. Shapumka did not look all too happy on his way towards the nearest village boardering the lake, and not many decided to come near him, his scowl shooing most off even if the scowl was for himself. He pushed himself into an inn, requesting and handing off the downpayment for his lodging into the greeter's paws so quickly, the little blue pendragon thill was just downright shocked. He didn't come down at all through the evening, or night.
Lox chuckled to himself as he sipped at his drink -- Djaam Rajji wine, sweetened with hymai. He wished it was Fema Rajji, but he wasn't going to find any of that here. The fiery red-head that had stormed in looked as though something had bothered him. Quite possiby something of his own doing, perhaps? The thought was amusing. And Lox liked amusing. Granted, the male was probably not going to come down anytime soon. Lox could wait. He had his yoga to practice. Cleaning off his table, Lox headed outside to start his stretches. His blue and magenta fur blazed orange in the dying sun, and slowly washed pale as the moon rose.
