She's sitting in sand with the wand between her fingers like a paintbrush as she draws the lines of a lollipop. She hears the sound of the waves before the water flows over her toes, sitting in small wet grooves. Her drawing washes away in the dark water glowing with the energy of sunset. She giggles, surrounding by the cold water and the sensation that it might drag her out into the sea as it retreats.
Her seat is safe though and she swipes her hand over the wet sand, smoothing it back into place suitable for a new drawing. There's a chuckle on the wind all around her as she moves from one sweet drawing to the spiraling lines of something more lewd. The wind ruffles her hair and sets in motion the ribbons and bells tied to the jewels on her horns.
"Where are your friends, Jester?" A voice whispers above her.
She turns her face up into the clouded sunset and grins as red hair tumbles from a green cloak over her head.
"They're sleeping." She folds her legs, crossing them in front of her body as another small, cold wave sweeps under her. "Dreaming. Probably about me. Beau said they all have a crush on me, did you know that?"
The Traveler chuckles. "That's not hard to imagine."
Jester gives him a sweetly smug smile. "I was waiting for you. I know sometimes you like to wait until it's like kind of dark and like everyone's sleeping and you're getting stronger so they can kind of see you now."
He laughs. "It's nice to have you to myself for a little while."
Her smile turns wistful and she wiggles as if better settling in to converse with her God. "We have so much to do still. I want to help you with everything."
He kisses her forehead and smooths over the spot with his thumb. "I know you must have lots of ideas already."
"So many!" She begins frantically drawing in the sand again, making a list on one side and small drawings on the other. The water laps at the edges of the first few lines, but seems to hit an invisible force to keep it back. She notices and shakes her head. "It's less fun that way, Traveler."
He tilts his head and the water trickles into the grooves of her letters, under her legs, over his sandals. He wiggles his toes. "How right you are."
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Critical Role, Jester & The Traveler
Date: 2020-02-09 08:04 am (UTC)Her seat is safe though and she swipes her hand over the wet sand, smoothing it back into place suitable for a new drawing. There's a chuckle on the wind all around her as she moves from one sweet drawing to the spiraling lines of something more lewd. The wind ruffles her hair and sets in motion the ribbons and bells tied to the jewels on her horns.
"Where are your friends, Jester?" A voice whispers above her.
She turns her face up into the clouded sunset and grins as red hair tumbles from a green cloak over her head.
"They're sleeping." She folds her legs, crossing them in front of her body as another small, cold wave sweeps under her. "Dreaming. Probably about me. Beau said they all have a crush on me, did you know that?"
The Traveler chuckles. "That's not hard to imagine."
Jester gives him a sweetly smug smile. "I was waiting for you. I know sometimes you like to wait until it's like kind of dark and like everyone's sleeping and you're getting stronger so they can kind of see you now."
He laughs. "It's nice to have you to myself for a little while."
Her smile turns wistful and she wiggles as if better settling in to converse with her God. "We have so much to do still. I want to help you with everything."
He kisses her forehead and smooths over the spot with his thumb. "I know you must have lots of ideas already."
"So many!" She begins frantically drawing in the sand again, making a list on one side and small drawings on the other. The water laps at the edges of the first few lines, but seems to hit an invisible force to keep it back. She notices and shakes her head. "It's less fun that way, Traveler."
He tilts his head and the water trickles into the grooves of her letters, under her legs, over his sandals. He wiggles his toes. "How right you are."
"I know."