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[ Someone's chilling in boxers in a steaming hot spring he'd obviously made for himself. Problem is, everything around him is covered in an ungodly amount of snow. ]

You never actually miss the sight of hot babes in short skirts and plunging necklines until your spire gets dumped in a place so cold Satan would probably freeze his butthairs off. On the bright side, I think I might've spotted a yeti. Or that might've been someone's mother-in-law, who knows?

[ Still, Johnny looks largely unaffected by the mildly unfriendly climate. He's fishing an egg out of the hot spring, cracking it on the ice. It's hard-boiled. ]

So, anyway, Gailleann's basically stuck in Everwinter. When life gives you snowballs, make an awesome sport out of it, right? [ He bites into the egg, chews carefully, then swallows and adds: ] If you're sick of the tropical, muggy weather and want to come by, the Spire's open to you. The fires are always burning in Gaillean. Just don't try to kill anyone, and we're good.

More importantly: there's a new skating rink that my guys just worked overtime to make, and a bunch of awesome slopes I spent days creating; go nuts on it and tell me what you think! I'm always a fan of continuous improvement.

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[ Oh, there you are. ]

Well hey, beautiful. Haven't seen you in awhile. I hear from Jack that you're around?

[ Her nose wrinkles, ever so slightly, but she continues. ]

I am travelling, but I have paid visit to the spire. It is my duty.

[ He blinks.

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Your duty?

[ A pale hand lifts, touching the charcoal around her neck. ]

I am sworn to you, unless you have seen fit to remove me.

[ Oh. Oh.

Johnny realizes just what it means, and he softens, shaking his head at her with a smile. ]

No, of course not. But we're friends, too, right? This spire's open to you anytime you wish to come in, and you can come by anytime you like -- you don't have to pop by out of duty.

[ His smile does little to her other than make her pause, and for a moment she is silent before she finds words. ]

We are as you say. [ It is hard for her to accept the title of 'friend', ally seeming far more suited to her than anything else. ] I know that I have place there, home and bed. I would not think otherwise.

And Jack.

[ Johnny points out gently. He's gonna make her accept the title of 'friend' HOWEVER LONG IT TAKES HIM!!!! ] Are you exploring the world?

Yes. And Jack.

[ it comes out as almost a huff, petulant as she turns her head. ]

I am relearning the pathways. Many things I had read about or heard told in legend, but seeing them alive is something altogether different.

[ He laughs softly, his eyes warm and kind. Really, Lae. He knows Jack adores you. ]

Things like really old races, huh?

[ She has no idea. Really. None at all. ]

Perhaps so. The Elven Clans may well still be united, not yet split to create their own worlds, and the humans that rested upon this land might not yet have found reason for warfare. We are reborn in a time of peace, and some might well take advantage of that.

Are you looking for a way to keep the peace?

[ ... All she can do, for now, is stare. ]

Do I appear the peaceful kind, Baron Storm?

Hey, people can change! I don't judge.

Anyway, what else is going on with you besides that?

[ Is that a flush on her cheeks? Perhaps. ]

Very little. I seek my Lord and my home; that is all.

Very little, huh? [ Nosy Johnny is nosy, especially when he sees the flush on her cheeks. Lae is usually really really pale, so when she blushes she lights up like a beacon. ]

You're all pink!

It is warm here. The fire glows too hot and there are far too many blankets.

[ She's never coming back to the Spire. She's decided. ]

Oh, I'm sure.

[ If Lae isn't forthcoming, he doesn't want to prod too much. ] Where are you at now, anyway?

That is so.

[ Huff. ]

Nimh Gleanne, for now, and then South as I seek my Lord.

The Shuck, right?

Well hey, you can come back around to Everwinter if you like. I'll teach you how to ski.

Yes. The Black Shuck.

[ She frowns, head tilting. ]

What is a 'ski'?

It's a -- [ Hmm, how does he put it? ] A thing you slide down snowy mountains for fun with.

Well, two things. For your feet.

I do not understand why sliding down a mountain would be pleasurable.

[ Huffs. ]

It sounds foolish.

That's why you gotta try it!

[ He tells her cheerfully, undiminished by the indictment on his choice of sport. ]

What do you say, wanna let me teach you?

[ Her nose wrinkles, ever so slightly. ]

One day. That is all I will give.

Hey, you don't have to do it if you don't want to.

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