[ It's meant to be an insult but just comes out fondly annoyed; nothing barbed that he says comes out quite the same anymore. Fjord is eager to dump his stuff and get comfortable, starting to sweat under his cloak as the sun beams down from a cloudless sky, glinting off all of Molly's hornwear. There are more tieflings here than in Rosohna, the majority decked out like flashy cousins of the perky lavender brat at Fjord's side, and more than a few wink and coo the way of some of the Nein, laughing as they pass.
Maybe bringing Molly here will recharge him so much he'll explode from joy, no more moping about in kitchens.
When a human starts to fall into step with Molly and ask if he's free for the night, Fjord reaches over Molly's head to shove the guy away, back into the throngs of people along the wharf. ]
[ It's cute, how the half-orc tries to start something but it immediately just sounds sweet rather than the little tease it was supposed to be. Molly chuckles and comfortably walks next to Fjord for a while until he starts to see other tieflings. He hasn't really seen any since Jester and it's exciting to see others of his kind.
Especially when they start hooting at him in infernal and he has to clap back with 'yeah his dick is proportional, too!' in his native tongue to build up Fjord when someone makes a saucy comment about that thick, armor-covered chest. He's too busy laughing that he barely even notices the guy that asks if he's free, and the next second his 'suitor' is pushed away before Molly could reply.
The array of feelings that the gesture creates are so weird. Irritation to be disturbed, but also irritation that Fjord did that. Gratitude that Fjord did that. A bit of fear just for the hell of it. Affection, to be protected even if he didn't need to be.
He settles on amusement. It was safest. ]
You know, I'm pretty sure he thinks you bought me for the night, now.
[ Frowning, he ploughs on through the crowd as they head to the Lavish Chateau and makes a point of not noticing anyone eyeing up Molly along the way. Not again. It's annoying but not so much as the harsh Infernal that other tieflings share with a vague nod toward him which he suspects isn't something he wants to hear anyway.
Mercifully, the chateau is close.
A swirl of activity occurs as they make their way past all the patrons and, with the minotaur's permission once Jester tells him she's here for Marion, head upstairs where it's quieter. Introductions take a little longer, once Molly is called over to Jester's mom. ]
[ Molly says with a smirk to Fjord, wiggling his brows before he continues moving with the group. They're let into the Chateau with the Nein, and he's immediately struck with how fancy everything was, a smile on his face and some naked, raw amazement that dug its way out from underneath the showman persona.
Then he is introduced to Marion and Molly is hugged without preamble. Jester introduces him as her almost-brother and babbles about how much they all love him and that he's back now and 'he's sooo cool, mama'. The purple tiefling is so charmed by this gorgeous woman and her friendliness that he forgets everything else, happily chatting with Marion and jokingly flirting with her to his heart's content. ]
[ For his part Fjord kisses Marion's hand and accepts the hug she gives him, like the others letting Molly take the spotlight. He politely excuses himself to unpack and changes into a light cotton shirt, sighing with relief to have his armour off at last. He has a brief wash to cool down his face from the sun and wanders back to Marion's apartment where he quietly takes up a spot on the armrest of Beau's chair, listening to the fuss. ]
[ By the time Fjord comes back, Molly is talking about some of his adventures with the circus, entertaining Marion as the rest of the Nein join in or already left to their own rooms to change. ]
...and after that, none of us was ever allowed to buy groceries without supervision again!
[ Molly finishes, and basks in the laughter his story creates. It seems Nicodranas draws out the best in him, and he looks really happy. Turning to smile at Fjord as the half-orc enters, he walks over to meet him, giving Fjord a kiss on the cheek and a swat on the ass as he walks past. ]
[ Trust Molly to fucking abscond after that little display that silences the room. ]
... Anyone else fancy an ale? I fancy an ale! Beau, you're with me! [ "But I'm not thirs- oh, yeah, okay." Fjord claps her on the shoulder and all but drags her downstairs, taking amused drinks orders on the way out the room.
She leers and taunts him the entire time they're getting drinks, not at all helping with his green blush. By the time they return he gets a knowing look from Marion who graciously, in her everlasting wisdom, changes the conversation away from Jester's debate on whether having your ass smacked hurts to some flowers in a vase that she offers to give Yasha for her books.
Fjord stews with his drink, wondering if he needed to ask Molly for separate rooms earlier. Hmm. Mixed signals. ]
[ About twenty minutes later, Molly appears again. He has changed his clothes completely, into a white dress-like outfit that looks unusually tame on the flamboyant tiefling... until he takes a few more steps down and it is shown to have a high slit at the front with those thigh-high boot underneath. The top part barely cling to his shoulders, open in the front to show of both tattoos and scars, and his more dangly jewelry has been removed and replaced with nice rings around his horns instead.
The back is just as deeply cut and his entire pyramid and other parts of the back tattoo nicely centered in it. His tail sticks out from what seems to be a custom-made hole and he just seems far too pleased with himself.
A gold belt full of jingly chains hold both his money pouch and one dagger, and make a little chiming sound as he meets the others. Jester is immediately excited that he fit in her mom's old dress and Mollymauk preens under her compliments. ]
Do you like it, Fjooord? [ Jester asks, and Molly looks up at the half-orc under his lashes, forked tongue slipping out to wet his lips. ]
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[ He's moments away from commenting that maybe Jester and Caduceus could pick up tips on dressing like a Cleric when he sees that slit in the ensemble (picks out those tall boots, oh) and hears that it's one of Marion's old dresses, so he ends up fumbling for what to say that isn't a direct compliment and failing. ]
... Looks nice.
[ He's determined not to let anything show but his blush, tearing his eyes away from investigating the new jewellery on Molly to the others. ]
Anyone else up for a trip to the beach?
[ Where he absolutely won't be staring at Molly and all that easy-access skin. No. ]
[ Molly looks very pleased with himself, leaning to the railing while watching the rest of the group. It wasn't quite the comment he was hoping for from Fjord, but he knows the man is an awkward bastard at times. Instead he just stays there, letting the light show off his good side. (all of them).
Jester excitedly tells them she, Veth, Beau and Yasha are going to go to a tattoo place because Yasha needs a Chaos Crew tattoo and now they're finally here! They can meet up on the beach later. Caduceus says he's going to go get some groceries and then pick up Caleb so they can all enjoy the sea. The look he gives both Molly and Fjord is gentle but stern at the same time. (Wishing they could just talk to each other.) ]
Sounds like it's me and you, paladin boy~! [ Molly says with a smirk. ] You can show me around and then we can head to the water. I want my very own introduction to the sea from the seaman himself.
[ Oh, gods, everybody's in on it. He can tell because Beau is as subtle as a pile of bricks with the look she gives them and Caduceus appears to be chiding them with his swooping ears. Shit. It's weirdly unexpected pressure and he shrinks inwardly, bolstered by the fact Molly evidently wants to spend the time with him. ]
Sure, of course. We'll be back in time to hear you sing, Madam Lavorre.
[ He heads out with a nod to Molly indicating he should follow, keeping his hands to himself instead of reaching for him. Maybe once they get outside in the fresh air he'll be able to breathe again. ]
[ Molly kisses Marion's cheek before he heads out with Fjord, striding up to his side with a self-satisfied smirk. Getting a rise out of Fjord was great in quite a different way from getting a rise out of Beau, but he knows he's kind of toeing the line here. Fjord did tell him they were not sharing a room, and while it was probably to give him an out, maybe it wasn't all for his sake.
Maybe Fjord had his fill. That was fair, he supposes, that's usually how he functioned. It was just.... more complicated when you saw each other every day. So he might have wanted to see how far he could push it until Fjord outright told him yes or no. (Yet he forgot how abhorrently bad the man is at saying no.)
The way he had pushed away that john, though... gods, why did this have to be so complicated?]
[ With the sun shining on them and their pushy (if well-meaning) friends out of the way, he takes a breath and decides to summon what meagre courage he has off the mixed signals he's been mulling over and offers Molly an arm. It comes with a warmer smile than any since they left the Xhorhaus. ]
Come on, I remember some of the shops from the last time we were here. I bet you'll like them. [ Amending, ] It's harder to get lost if we stick together.
[ Yep, that's the whole point of that arm. Chivalrous Paladin shit and not because he wants to keep Molly from looking like an unescorted snack on the bustling promenade. ]
[ They're just a mess of mixed signals right now, but Fjord offering his arm like that makes Molly's stupid heart feel all warm. He takes it, moving a bit closer as they walk out of the Chateau and onto the busy afternoon street like an old married couple.
The clothes he picked did feel a lot better than tight pants in this nice heat, and his skin was thankfully not prone to burning, with all of it that was exposed. Each step makes a low chiming sound from his jewelry, and he just likes feeling the sun on his face. ]
Show me Nicodranas, captain~
[ Molly says with a smile, ready to be led to fun places. He has gold in his pouch that needs to be spent and a whole new country to get to know, proven how easily he waves and says hi to people. ]
[ With a stupid amount of his own bravery returning (he half feels sick, feels elated) he dusts a kiss on Molly's cheek and makes a point of being gentlemanly for their amusement. ]
It would be my pleasure.
[ Fjord is as good as his word, taking Molly to shops full of glass knick-knacks like suncatchers and windchimes, pretty trinkets for the home, jewellery shops that have gemstones inlaid in chains and rings for horns, clothing boutiques of all styles. He draws up behind the tiefling in one of the shops and places a hand on Molly's hip to see what he's looking at, chin hooking over a bare shoulder. ]
[ It was a sweet gesture that makes his emotions do weird things again, so he just laughs and tries to ignore it all. Instead he throws himself into exploring the stores that Fjord takes him to, spending at least some money in each one (and overpaying). He gets presents for their friends, some new sea-glass jewelry and a dress with embroidered albatrosses on it that the shopkeep introduced as 'mollymawks'.
Between his gold spent and all his jokes and flirting, the shopkeepers are left happy and Molly in a great mood.
Once back in the 'Sea Treasures' shop that he saw earlier, he's looking amongst the strange things that have been salvaged from sunken ships. When Fjord comes to lean over him, he smiles again and leans back a bit to that nice chest. ]
Just some swords from a sunken ship. I asked how old they were and the shopkeeper said pre-Calamity.
[ He chuckles, giving the elven man at the desk a wink that he somewhat grumpily accepts. ]
Wow, that old? Amazing. These are the same sort of swords the guards use at the palace in Rexxentrum, what a coincidence.
[ He shoots the shopkeeper a pleasant look, supporting Molly's weight. His fingers drift over lavender ones as they examine the sword. ]
Want to head to the beach yet or keep browsing?
[ Fjord relented during their spree and now carries two bags with gifts for their friends, not his purchases but Molly's. He has become the designated carrier. ]
[ Molly laughs at that and then gently puts the sword down, briefly lacing his fingers with Fjord's before he pulls away again. Slinking up to the shopkeeper, he whispers something in the crotchety elf's ear and then watches as the man picks something out from underneath his bench. A gold coin is traded and then Molly nods, ready to go ]
Let's leave this off at the Chateau and then head to the beach.
[ He suggests, gesturing to the bags of things they've (he) bought. Of course Fjord is carrying them, that's what a good gentleman does! (Plus Molly may have almost decked some poor bypasser with one of them earlier when seeing a new shop.) ]
[ Letting his eyes roam the shelved wares as Molly drifts off to buy something else, he's surprised to hear they're not spending more time in the shops. Delighted, but he stifles that into a blank expression instead. ]
Now? Oh! Yes, let's be off.
[ He was so distracted by envisioning his fate as a bag-carrier for several years that he entirely missed whatever went on with the shopkeeper, so eager to leave he even holds the door open for Molly. ]
[ Molly slips through the door as it is held up for him with a smile, and then waves at the shophand before they walk off together. It looks like even the purple tiefling has mercy on his beast of burden, even picking up one of the smaller bags to hold. ]
Very much so! I didn't want anything and yet I found so much, so it's obviously a great day.
[ He chuckles, circling Fjord with a few steps and then flicks up what looks like another gold coin in his hand. ]
Tal'dorei-minted. I figured I should have something from a land far away so I remember to go there eventually.
[ The coin disappears in his dexterous hands and he joins Fjord's side again with a content sigh. ]
[ A coin he can't use here, what a waste!! Fjord shakes his head with a smile: all of Molly's purchases are just feel-good treats, after all. Their friends will appreciate the goodies he got them. As for Fjord, ]
I'm happy if you're happy. It's your first time at the seaside, more than anything else you should take away some happy memories.
I certainly did! A fair trade, as they say. Gold for gold.
[ Molly has no idea if this means it cannot be used here or not, but he's going to keep it, so it didn't matter much. They are all unnecessary things, everything he's bought is to make someone happy. Including himself, of course. ]
I'm definitely charmed by this place. Nice people, nice weather, all kinds of lovely things we don't get up in the Empire. I think they even use spice in their food, unlike some places...
[ Looking at you, Trostenwald. ]
Now I want to get wet!
[ He hollers, on an open street where people turn to look at them both, confused and amused at the same time. Two of those tieflings from earlier laugh and cheer him on as he takes Fjord's hand to hurry him up. ]
[ Fjord is never going to be able to walk these streets with dignity again, and he accepts that.
Once they dump Molly's haul at the Chateau (no one else home but Marion at this time of day, into whose rooms Fjord is sure to say Hello) he's keen to get to the nearest beach before the tide starts to rise for the evening. ]
Molly, come on already!
[ He waits in the downstairs dining room, idly wondering if their friends are having fun outdoors. ]
[ Molly also gives a hello to Marion on the way down again, now wearing sandals rather than his thigh-high boots and all the jewelry that could possibly come loose left in his room. He sweeps in next to Fjord and grabs the half-orc's hand, ready to go. ]
[ He blinks in surprise to have his hand taken, squeezing it back. ]
You're going to love it.
[ Completely confident in that, he leads the way through the streets and explains about the dangers of high tide to fill the walk with some salient information. They won't be able to stay for long, just a couple of hours at most before it would be best to head back and also catch Marion's performance. Molly is warned not to let the sea take him too far out because even if he thinks he's fine with the beach in sight, he might not be. Distance means nothing beyond the shallows.
Fjord just wants him to be safe, that's all. He doesn't mean to nag.
The houses give way and finally reveal the wide stone street that runs parallel to the ocean, steps leading down to the sand. The sea gleams like a sapphire with a soft hush in the air like a wild animal breathing. Ships and smaller boats fleck the shining waves but the beach Fjord has led them to is mostly populated by tourists and there aren't any quays nearby for the vessels to dock. The view is mostly uninterrupted. ]
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[ It's meant to be an insult but just comes out fondly annoyed; nothing barbed that he says comes out quite the same anymore. Fjord is eager to dump his stuff and get comfortable, starting to sweat under his cloak as the sun beams down from a cloudless sky, glinting off all of Molly's hornwear. There are more tieflings here than in Rosohna, the majority decked out like flashy cousins of the perky lavender brat at Fjord's side, and more than a few wink and coo the way of some of the Nein, laughing as they pass.
Maybe bringing Molly here will recharge him so much he'll explode from joy, no more moping about in kitchens.
When a human starts to fall into step with Molly and ask if he's free for the night, Fjord reaches over Molly's head to shove the guy away, back into the throngs of people along the wharf. ]
No, thank you, he's busy.
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Especially when they start hooting at him in infernal and he has to clap back with 'yeah his dick is proportional, too!' in his native tongue to build up Fjord when someone makes a saucy comment about that thick, armor-covered chest. He's too busy laughing that he barely even notices the guy that asks if he's free, and the next second his 'suitor' is pushed away before Molly could reply.
The array of feelings that the gesture creates are so weird. Irritation to be disturbed, but also irritation that Fjord did that. Gratitude that Fjord did that. A bit of fear just for the hell of it. Affection, to be protected even if he didn't need to be.
He settles on amusement. It was safest. ]
You know, I'm pretty sure he thinks you bought me for the night, now.
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[ Frowning, he ploughs on through the crowd as they head to the Lavish Chateau and makes a point of not noticing anyone eyeing up Molly along the way. Not again. It's annoying but not so much as the harsh Infernal that other tieflings share with a vague nod toward him which he suspects isn't something he wants to hear anyway.
Mercifully, the chateau is close.
A swirl of activity occurs as they make their way past all the patrons and, with the minotaur's permission once Jester tells him she's here for Marion, head upstairs where it's quieter. Introductions take a little longer, once Molly is called over to Jester's mom. ]
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[ Molly says with a smirk to Fjord, wiggling his brows before he continues moving with the group. They're let into the Chateau with the Nein, and he's immediately struck with how fancy everything was, a smile on his face and some naked, raw amazement that dug its way out from underneath the showman persona.
Then he is introduced to Marion and Molly is hugged without preamble. Jester introduces him as her almost-brother and babbles about how much they all love him and that he's back now and 'he's sooo cool, mama'. The purple tiefling is so charmed by this gorgeous woman and her friendliness that he forgets everything else, happily chatting with Marion and jokingly flirting with her to his heart's content. ]
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...and after that, none of us was ever allowed to buy groceries without supervision again!
[ Molly finishes, and basks in the laughter his story creates. It seems Nicodranas draws out the best in him, and he looks really happy. Turning to smile at Fjord as the half-orc enters, he walks over to meet him, giving Fjord a kiss on the cheek and a swat on the ass as he walks past. ]
My turn, then we better go see the town!
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... Anyone else fancy an ale? I fancy an ale! Beau, you're with me! [ "But I'm not thirs- oh, yeah, okay." Fjord claps her on the shoulder and all but drags her downstairs, taking amused drinks orders on the way out the room.
She leers and taunts him the entire time they're getting drinks, not at all helping with his green blush. By the time they return he gets a knowing look from Marion who graciously, in her everlasting wisdom, changes the conversation away from Jester's debate on whether having your ass smacked hurts to some flowers in a vase that she offers to give Yasha for her books.
Fjord stews with his drink, wondering if he needed to ask Molly for separate rooms earlier. Hmm. Mixed signals. ]
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The back is just as deeply cut and his entire pyramid and other parts of the back tattoo nicely centered in it. His tail sticks out from what seems to be a custom-made hole and he just seems far too pleased with himself.
A gold belt full of jingly chains hold both his money pouch and one dagger, and make a little chiming sound as he meets the others. Jester is immediately excited that he fit in her mom's old dress and Mollymauk preens under her compliments. ]
Do you like it, Fjooord? [ Jester asks, and Molly looks up at the half-orc under his lashes, forked tongue slipping out to wet his lips. ]
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... Looks nice.
[ He's determined not to let anything show but his blush, tearing his eyes away from investigating the new jewellery on Molly to the others. ]
Anyone else up for a trip to the beach?
[ Where he absolutely won't be staring at Molly and all that easy-access skin. No. ]
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Jester excitedly tells them she, Veth, Beau and Yasha are going to go to a tattoo place because Yasha needs a Chaos Crew tattoo and now they're finally here! They can meet up on the beach later. Caduceus says he's going to go get some groceries and then pick up Caleb so they can all enjoy the sea. The look he gives both Molly and Fjord is gentle but stern at the same time. (Wishing they could just talk to each other.) ]
Sounds like it's me and you, paladin boy~! [ Molly says with a smirk. ] You can show me around and then we can head to the water. I want my very own introduction to the sea from the seaman himself.
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Sure, of course. We'll be back in time to hear you sing, Madam Lavorre.
[ He heads out with a nod to Molly indicating he should follow, keeping his hands to himself instead of reaching for him. Maybe once they get outside in the fresh air he'll be able to breathe again. ]
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Maybe Fjord had his fill. That was fair, he supposes, that's usually how he functioned. It was just.... more complicated when you saw each other every day. So he might have wanted to see how far he could push it until Fjord outright told him yes or no. (Yet he forgot how abhorrently bad the man is at saying no.)
The way he had pushed away that john, though... gods, why did this have to be so complicated?]
Do you have a favorite beach here?
[ He asks, just to break the silence. ]
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[ With the sun shining on them and their pushy (if well-meaning) friends out of the way, he takes a breath and decides to summon what meagre courage he has off the mixed signals he's been mulling over and offers Molly an arm. It comes with a warmer smile than any since they left the Xhorhaus. ]
Come on, I remember some of the shops from the last time we were here. I bet you'll like them. [ Amending, ] It's harder to get lost if we stick together.
[ Yep, that's the whole point of that arm. Chivalrous Paladin shit and not because he wants to keep Molly from looking like an unescorted snack on the bustling promenade. ]
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The clothes he picked did feel a lot better than tight pants in this nice heat, and his skin was thankfully not prone to burning, with all of it that was exposed. Each step makes a low chiming sound from his jewelry, and he just likes feeling the sun on his face. ]
Show me Nicodranas, captain~
[ Molly says with a smile, ready to be led to fun places. He has gold in his pouch that needs to be spent and a whole new country to get to know, proven how easily he waves and says hi to people. ]
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It would be my pleasure.
[ Fjord is as good as his word, taking Molly to shops full of glass knick-knacks like suncatchers and windchimes, pretty trinkets for the home, jewellery shops that have gemstones inlaid in chains and rings for horns, clothing boutiques of all styles. He draws up behind the tiefling in one of the shops and places a hand on Molly's hip to see what he's looking at, chin hooking over a bare shoulder. ]
What's caught your eye?
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Between his gold spent and all his jokes and flirting, the shopkeepers are left happy and Molly in a great mood.
Once back in the 'Sea Treasures' shop that he saw earlier, he's looking amongst the strange things that have been salvaged from sunken ships. When Fjord comes to lean over him, he smiles again and leans back a bit to that nice chest. ]
Just some swords from a sunken ship. I asked how old they were and the shopkeeper said pre-Calamity.
[ He chuckles, giving the elven man at the desk a wink that he somewhat grumpily accepts. ]
I doubt that. [ Molly then whispers, amused. ]
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[ He shoots the shopkeeper a pleasant look, supporting Molly's weight. His fingers drift over lavender ones as they examine the sword. ]
Want to head to the beach yet or keep browsing?
[ Fjord relented during their spree and now carries two bags with gifts for their friends, not his purchases but Molly's. He has become the designated carrier. ]
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Let's leave this off at the Chateau and then head to the beach.
[ He suggests, gesturing to the bags of things they've (he) bought. Of course Fjord is carrying them, that's what a good gentleman does! (Plus Molly may have almost decked some poor bypasser with one of them earlier when seeing a new shop.) ]
I don't want it to get dark before we get there.
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Now? Oh! Yes, let's be off.
[ He was so distracted by envisioning his fate as a bag-carrier for several years that he entirely missed whatever went on with the shopkeeper, so eager to leave he even holds the door open for Molly. ]
Did you find everything you wanted?
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Very much so! I didn't want anything and yet I found so much, so it's obviously a great day.
[ He chuckles, circling Fjord with a few steps and then flicks up what looks like another gold coin in his hand. ]
Tal'dorei-minted. I figured I should have something from a land far away so I remember to go there eventually.
[ The coin disappears in his dexterous hands and he joins Fjord's side again with a content sigh. ]
Did you find everything you wanted?
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[ A coin he can't use here, what a waste!! Fjord shakes his head with a smile: all of Molly's purchases are just feel-good treats, after all. Their friends will appreciate the goodies he got them. As for Fjord, ]
I'm happy if you're happy. It's your first time at the seaside, more than anything else you should take away some happy memories.
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[ Molly has no idea if this means it cannot be used here or not, but he's going to keep it, so it didn't matter much. They are all unnecessary things, everything he's bought is to make someone happy. Including himself, of course. ]
I'm definitely charmed by this place. Nice people, nice weather, all kinds of lovely things we don't get up in the Empire. I think they even use spice in their food, unlike some places...
[ Looking at you, Trostenwald. ]
Now I want to get wet!
[ He hollers, on an open street where people turn to look at them both, confused and amused at the same time. Two of those tieflings from earlier laugh and cheer him on as he takes Fjord's hand to hurry him up. ]
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Once they dump Molly's haul at the Chateau (no one else home but Marion at this time of day, into whose rooms Fjord is sure to say Hello) he's keen to get to the nearest beach before the tide starts to rise for the evening. ]
Molly, come on already!
[ He waits in the downstairs dining room, idly wondering if their friends are having fun outdoors. ]
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I'm here. Show me the ocean, Fjord.
[ Show him what makes you happy. ]
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You're going to love it.
[ Completely confident in that, he leads the way through the streets and explains about the dangers of high tide to fill the walk with some salient information. They won't be able to stay for long, just a couple of hours at most before it would be best to head back and also catch Marion's performance. Molly is warned not to let the sea take him too far out because even if he thinks he's fine with the beach in sight, he might not be. Distance means nothing beyond the shallows.
Fjord just wants him to be safe, that's all. He doesn't mean to nag.
The houses give way and finally reveal the wide stone street that runs parallel to the ocean, steps leading down to the sand. The sea gleams like a sapphire with a soft hush in the air like a wild animal breathing. Ships and smaller boats fleck the shining waves but the beach Fjord has led them to is mostly populated by tourists and there aren't any quays nearby for the vessels to dock. The view is mostly uninterrupted. ]
What do you think?
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