[ People come in and out of the bathing area regularly, and Ciri doesn't pay them much mind, sitting in almost meditative silence with her eyes closed. There are footsteps nearby, the rustle of cloth. The water shifts around her as another body joins her proximity, but it is only when the other person actually speaks up in a familiar voice that Ciri looks over.
She blinks, momentarily baffled by Gideon's state of dress rather than undress in the baths. But then she seems to register the question and her mouth twists in a resigned little scowl. Ciri sighs. ]
The slippery little runaway from earlier. I almost had him, too!
[ Gideon may have seen several other people sporting weird hair or excessive amounts of glitter. It seems Ciri is just one of the many casualties. At least the green kind of matches her eyes. ]
...more importantly. [ Ciri sits up, looking Gideon pointedly up and down. ]
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She blinks, momentarily baffled by Gideon's state of dress rather than undress in the baths. But then she seems to register the question and her mouth twists in a resigned little scowl. Ciri sighs. ]
The slippery little runaway from earlier. I almost had him, too!
[ Gideon may have seen several other people sporting weird hair or excessive amounts of glitter. It seems Ciri is just one of the many casualties. At least the green kind of matches her eyes. ]
...more importantly. [ Ciri sits up, looking Gideon pointedly up and down. ]
What are you wearing?