[ Jetamont was not unused to being utterly lost. Being only somewhat aware of one's location was a common occurrence in his line of work. Even so, his propensity for becoming completely confused since arriving in this curious country left a cast of concern, cheeks cleaved by creased lips. He was not worried so much as annoyed, soon feeling as if he had retraced his steps through the forest at least three times. The sweat gathering beneath his high collar was starting to soak into the cloth, the young elf's pique rising by the second as he wondered if he would be stuck sleeping outdoors again. This place gave him a strange sense of recollection, as if visiting a memory that was never his own.
His mouth opened to release a scathing string of curses when a distracting voice he could not quite place became known to him. It sounded vaguely feminine, and more than a little welcoming, which seemed a worthy alternative to his current predicament. Following the sound as best he could, it was not long before he found himself standing before a large pool of water. The thought of a refreshing dip was not one he spent any energy resisting, quickly and wordlessly stripping down until he was absolutely bare. The only piece of clothing that remained was the patch over his right eye. It would take more than the threat of heat stroke to pry that from his person. He spared little thought for why exactly he seemed to feel more warm the closer he came to nude, but the answer to his suffering was right in front of him, clearly.
Using the branch of a tree overhanging the slick surface entering the water, Jetamont was surprised to find it almost immediately deep enough to sink up to his shoulders. The pool itself was so clear as to let him see his wiggling toes at its bottom, distorted as they were by the ripples he caused. That same clarity allowed him to spy a similarly undressed woman that had already waded out beyond the edge. He blinked, a quirking brow indicating a sudden urge to make mischief. Was this the source of the voice?
Instead of speaking, he took a moment to enjoy the sudden relief he felt in the cool waters. Whomever or whatever it was could wait until he stopped melting. ]
Skinny dipping
His mouth opened to release a scathing string of curses when a distracting voice he could not quite place became known to him. It sounded vaguely feminine, and more than a little welcoming, which seemed a worthy alternative to his current predicament. Following the sound as best he could, it was not long before he found himself standing before a large pool of water. The thought of a refreshing dip was not one he spent any energy resisting, quickly and wordlessly stripping down until he was absolutely bare. The only piece of clothing that remained was the patch over his right eye. It would take more than the threat of heat stroke to pry that from his person. He spared little thought for why exactly he seemed to feel more warm the closer he came to nude, but the answer to his suffering was right in front of him, clearly.
Using the branch of a tree overhanging the slick surface entering the water, Jetamont was surprised to find it almost immediately deep enough to sink up to his shoulders. The pool itself was so clear as to let him see his wiggling toes at its bottom, distorted as they were by the ripples he caused. That same clarity allowed him to spy a similarly undressed woman that had already waded out beyond the edge. He blinked, a quirking brow indicating a sudden urge to make mischief. Was this the source of the voice?
Instead of speaking, he took a moment to enjoy the sudden relief he felt in the cool waters. Whomever or whatever it was could wait until he stopped melting. ]