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"Sir Bachdion from EARTHRUNES!!!" Phobos Bellows

Jessica, alerted, makes her way to meet the knight.

The Satyr has a certain silver fox handsomeness to him, even now, but his mein, even in the hold, seems oddly worn at times. He bows "Chapulleh , is that the title? Forgive if I mispronounce. Nice to meet you. I'd give you my name but I imagine the neighborhood just heard it" A flicker of a smile. Like many satyrs, she's pretty sure he's looked her over, but he covers it will and it is also coupled with a look of respect.

She nods back. "You are welcome, Sir. Don't worry about the title; sadly I often mispronounce it myself."

"It stands out," He says "And I respect the honor you try to do the local area. I am told there are healing waters here and that I have your leave to partake. Are there rules I should know beyond the Escheat? Customs unique to your hold?"

Jessica thinks, shakes her head. "Not that I can bring to mind, Sir."

"Then, if it's not too much trouble, where are these healing fountains? "

"Oh! Right..... " She leads the way, and pauses to call "Fontaine! Pants....." before she enters.

"No need for pants on my account, I'm a Fiona and a satyr- as you might guess, pants are hardly an issue with me." He assures her.

"Oh! Oh.... um." She says, "Sorry. Habit. And.... well...." She leads him into the springs. "Well, um, here they are. The Springs, that is."

"Well, to be fair, it might be in your preference that he does as well. I should have considered," The knight smiles, and looks at the springs "Oh they're lovely. "

Fontaine rises out of the water, with pants on "Thank you... hello, who are you?" The inaminae says

Bachdion smiles, "Sir Bachdion ap Fiona, pleasure to meet a member of the slow empires. I have come to partake of your healing waters if I might. I'm feeling a bit... aged." He confeses

Fontaine often seems simplitic, but now and then, "Winter's chill has left shards on your soul, the heat of these waters will help you, remove your garments as much or little as you like, we have trunks if you want...and it will help with a soak. Warmth and wine"

"I'll leave you to it..." Jessica accelerates outta there.

"Thank you again," The satyr says, he has a rich timbre of a voice. And soon there are clothes dropping, not that Jessica is there to see it

Jessica doesn't have to be there for the healing..... and she isn't.

"So, our guest has arrived?" Mitra says to her

"He has."

"Mmm I wonder what we might learn of grass' doings while he's here? Never hurts to have news of other kingdoms"

A fond grin. "Go ahead."

She walks towards the baths.

A moment later, comes out blushing "You neglected to tell me he wasn't wearing trunks"

"Oh, Mitra... sorry. So sorry. With Fontaine and all.... um, sorry!"

"Ah huh," Suspicious, "So... complete accident then?MMm"

"Mitra! Really! I'm sorry about that......"

"I wonder about the pooka influence.."A blush "Well, you definitely missed something. He maybe older, but ah... milord satyr would give most male trolls a run."

Jessica blinks. "Um. Ok. Thanks for that."

"You're welcome" A blush

She clears her throat. "No....um, thanks. But. Ok. Are you ok?"

"Frustrated actually, two reasons. One is your absolute lack of curiosity at times"

"I know you aren'

t fiona, but I had hoped you'd at least have the idea in your head now"

"And the visual I got reminded me I have no current paramour. As we close on Beltaine, it becomes insulting"

"What? What did I miss?"

"Nothing.. it's okay, Jessica." SHe says

"Mitra.... I'm sorry."

"Oh now, for not falling for my attempt to play with you a bit? No no..was beneath me. Don't be sorry about that. " A smile "And the other thing? Well, I've heard a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle, but I've always suspected it was more a woman needs a man like a fish needs a nice current now and then"