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    Minaiben wasn't exactly partying, but she was attempting to get clean. Mud streamed off of her, downstream and out of Boneclan territory. There was a reason for her being discreet about her bathing, and it had a lot to do with the mud she was feverishly scrubbing from the whole of her body. The only bit of her not slathered in mud was a small amount of her face - left untainted by purpose, so she could continue to breathe in the mud pool. This left the rest of her long, white fur tangled with dried mud now being dampened by the stream of the river.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"Fricken' mud, so hard to get out of fur."

    		 Grumbled the white halla, lowering her head to scrub at the taint on her legs, releasing bits of dried mud, and a brown murk spread into the water, going downstream so no one from the camp would notice the mess and come to investigate; that no one specifically referring to her brother. He worried often, and thought Minaiben very childish.
    She was, but that was besides the point.




    Blissfully unaware of her surroundings, Minaiben flowed in and out of Dalish and what she called 'common', one being the seemingly universal language between all creatures and the other being the language known to her people, far before she had joined Boneclan. Her voice was actually nice ot listen to, if you could get past her tendency to ramble, and her mishmash of words and ideas.




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    the lanky tom had been going for a walk; wandering further than he had intended to. mind absolutely abuzz with ideas, schrodinger had gone away from the noise of his clueless siblings; gone to clear his head and think. he was debating with himself; not the typical 'should i?' debate that seemed to effect so many, rather, the tabby was going over theories and whatnot. he preferred himself for a choice of company; he wasn't ever really lonely, and he would half-jokingly say that there was only one person he could have an intelligent conversation with: schrodinger.


    perhaps he was a tiny bit 'off his rocker' but in his opinion, that didn't matter. all geniuses were at least a little insane, right? that was how they came up with good ideas, ideas that explained everything. his head was somewhat clouded at the moment; most likely due to the headache that had just set in. wincing, the tom would frown. he was not quite immune to the after-effects of alcohol and narcotics; something he was currently trying to come up with a solution to. the headache brought his attention back to the outside world; he had certainly walked farther than he had meant to. eyes surveying his surroundings, his attention was drawn to an elk-like creature cleaning itself. rather than saying anything, schrodinger would simply observe for now, listening intently to the words she was saying. yes, he understood part of it - but the other part was a language he definitely didn't recognize. wishing he had brought his notepad so he could've written this down, the tom would simply sit, silent and still.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 290px; width: 160px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/cQSe2C4.png);][/fancypost][font=georgia][color=#4DD5CC]minaiben lavellen + single lady [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]And Minaiben would continue, obliviously, for a few moments more. She could have been more alert, but engaging one's self in conversation tended to take the edge off of most guarded tendencies. She was enjoying alone time, or at least suffering through it without much complaint. Might as well have some time to yourself, if you were going to try and be discreet about the mess you've made.




    However, at some point in time the halla's ear flicked backwards, and she stilled, head low and leg out to wash from. She didn't necessarily hear anything, but she felt... company. It wasn't as still, as alone as it should have been, and her prey intuition was telling her that someone was watching her. She paused in her movement, before deciding that if they were going to attack her, they'd have done it by now.




    So, Minaiben lifted her head, shaking some of the river water from where it clung to her still-muddy pelt. Her face, mostly white at this point, turned to face... a cat. She didn't know this feline, but she took that in stride, knowing that she had wandered out into a land not her own and therefore shared by all who traipsed through it. There was a simplicity to this truth, something she could appreciate and relate to from a time before Boneclan. It reminded her of what had once been her home, the free roaming of a nomadic clan.
    But that wasn't where her mind should have been at the moment. A grin hit her face, the usual expression the mutated elk used. Soon enough, her voice raised, eyes widened curiously at the stranger.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"Oh. I - uh - hi? Sorry if you were about to drink from here, kind of gotta clean the mud from my pelt. Turns out, the longer it stays in, the worse it dries."




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    the elk had continued obliviously for a while; that was clear. as she had turned to face him, schrodinger would watch her carefully for signs of hostility. standing up, height apparent, he nodded smoothly. "i'd like to point out that there's an abundance of places you could've cleaned yourself." he didn't bother saying hello; and she didn't need to know that drinking here was not a part of his original intention. now that she had mentioned the water though, he realized how dehydrated he was. oh well, he didn't want to drink mud. that would...that would not work out. imaginary eyebrows arching, the tom would stretch. "yes... you'd think that'd be obvious." he paused for a second. "though if you were really stupid, perhaps it wouldn't be obvious." was he implying the halla was stupid? yes. he didn't have a high opinion of her so far; he tended to not have a high opinion of anyone covered in mud. "how does one come to be covered in mud anyway?" tapping a tail on the ground once, he continued. "i'm sure that's an interesting story. anyway, you owe me on - i'm not drinking filthy mud, and it's your fault i miss out on my drink."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]She owed him one? Hm, perhaps she could repay that quickly, maybe make a friend in the process. The halla cast her gaze to the clear water upstream, as though confirming that it wa there. It wasn't a revolutionary idea, but it had been why she chose a body of water with a currenf; the water swept away the mud from her pale fur, and in turn it stayed downstream. She did feel bad about interrupting someone's day though, but that didn't make her less hesitant to speak.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"Oh, I'm sorry. Great thing about rivers thiugh - you can walk upstream to drink."

    		 The water would be cleaner up there, unless he had needed this specific spot for something. The halla bent down and rubbed a leg completely clean; she had been her for a while and finally she was wrapping up her washing. The continous pelt of white was revealed, without injury for the most part (and not for lack of trying!). Considering how she might help out, Minaiben lifted her head once more and grinned at the tom before her.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"'course, I'd be happy to help you out with something. I'm Minaiben, by the by."
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