[ It seems as good a thing to say as any other. Mari can discuss the weather like any proper adult - she can not say anything about the reality at hand and instead comment on something innocuous and numbing. A lazy grin creeps onto her face, curling along its angles. Ice is perfect. It's then that she stretches her long, limber arms into the air, rocking back in her seat to plop down on the dock. ]
Or maybe that's too simple. [ Man, piloting really does a number on the shoulders. ] Don't mind if I do.
[ She singsongs, then reaches aside to pluck an ice cube from the bowl, setting it down between her collarbones with a shiver and a laugh. ]
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Weather getting under your skin, your Highness?
[ It seems as good a thing to say as any other. Mari can discuss the weather like any proper adult - she can not say anything about the reality at hand and instead comment on something innocuous and numbing. A lazy grin creeps onto her face, curling along its angles. Ice is perfect. It's then that she stretches her long, limber arms into the air, rocking back in her seat to plop down on the dock. ]
Or maybe that's too simple. [ Man, piloting really does a number on the shoulders. ] Don't mind if I do.
[ She singsongs, then reaches aside to pluck an ice cube from the bowl, setting it down between her collarbones with a shiver and a laugh. ]