Midsummer's Aftermath [open]

[Logen Wolfsbane]

    There was a reason why he should stop drinking bottles of BitchinBrew and it was typically the morning after. It was a sluggish rise to greet the morning sun in room number eight. Aside from smelling like dirty creek water and being covered in sand, Logen's head was throbbing from the hangover... Or maybe it was the thud of his skull against the wooden floors of the Heart. Either way, he had to get up and get ready for the trek back to the coastline of Silvercomb Harbor where it meets the river that separates it from Pincer Lake. The rusher skiff was still docked along the river's edge just outside of town to which the travel down river would be much easier than the trek up.

    "Bah, it's too early for planning..." Grumbled the Northman. Rolling over on to his back, the sand that had been plastered to him sprinkled off of his form into the sheets. Easing up into a seated position, Logen raised a hand to rub at this skull for a moment or two before the same hand unbound the top knot upon his head. With a swing of his feet, pads touched the floor and up he rose. A bath was in order; demand more so. So off he stepped to the private chambers, losing the shorts in the trek.

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Polished and presentable with more clothes than prior, Logen made his way downstairs with his pack slung over his shoulder. Of course, Hana'lee was up already going about her business. She only offered a smirk towards the Northman before nodding over towards fresh fruit in a bowl on display. No words ever really exchanged between the two of them, never really needed to... So, on his way towards the door, he made a pit stop and claimed an apple and orange. Stopping himself from being in such a rush, Logen set his pack down, pulled free the saex from it's sheath and started to cut into the fruit to feed himself a slice at a time. He had a choice to make... See the games through or retreat back to the Bastard.

[Rune Dravre]

The quiet and the moment that the male took in order to feed himself? It was all the time she needed. Shifting slightly from the shadows she slid against his back, a soft hand coiled, wrapping digits about his throat as her body arched slightly to brush a whisper against the cusp of his ear. " Tsk tsk, growing soft on me are we darling?" Her voice was thick, the echo of her natural lilt deepening. A moment, it was only a moment before she would disperse back into the shadows. The soft tinkering laughter a wake up call to the nerves of those not used to hearing it.

Rune did what every normal creature did after coming upon Logen in a rough fashion. She darted out the door on the wisp of shadow, leaving a trail of clues in her wake. Her shadowy essence lingered, the scent of her teasing the air around him. He would have gotten a single glimpse of the woman that had disappeared months and months ago.. Long curls plowed down along her hips, over the curves of her backside. It had grown in absent times. 

" Catch me if you can Northman.. " She knew about the games and really wanted to try and attend, but what was one to do before such a time? Taunt one of the most notoriously strong men of course. That seemed sane even!