Stone's Throw

[Aveline Vallen]

"Beka! No begging at the table!"

The mabari let out a guilty moan before slinking away a meter or so. She flopped on her side, one eye locked on Charon, as she tries to mentally express her intense starvation. 

[Charon Tethras]

Beka being in better condition than Charon, this doesn't get far with him as he devours his meat bun. 

[Aveline Vallen]

Beka's let out another moan, then heaved a doggy sigh. "You just had food," Aveline scolded the mabari as she stepped back in the room. "Why are you being so shameless? You know Dreas knows better."

[Charon Tethras]

"Sometimes dogs need to test their limits again," he says, shrugging. "That's probably all."

[Aveline Vallen]

"Not mabari, not over something so simple." Still, she just shook her head and waved it off. "Anyway. The bath is ready for you. Go ahead and soak. I left a change of clothes in there for you as well."

[Charon Tethras]

His ears flatten and he winces. "Yess'm." 

[Aveline Vallen]

"Something wrong?"

[Charon Tethras]

"Wet," he grumbles. 

[Aveline Vallen]

Aveline gave a laugh, a deep, throaty laugh that is distinctly feminine and yet not a bit ladylike. "Oh Drea, sometimes you can be such a catcat," she commented in smooth catfolk. "It's nice and warm at least."

[Charon Tethras]

Charon's ear twitches as he tries to guess what was said -- something fond, clearly, by the tone. "Yeah yeah," he grumbles in Common. "I know, I know, it's good for me, but... wet."

[Aveline Vallen]

At least she didn't seem to notice anything wrong with his response so it must have been at least reasonably suitable as a response. "Yes yes. Now go soak those muscles before they stiffen," she responded in the same tongue as him.

[Charon Tethras]

"Yess'm." As he trudges to the back of the house, he sighs a little. Good food, but wet... it's worth it I suppose.

[Aveline Vallen]

As promised, the bath is warm to the edge of hot and filled with subtly scented herbs and oils that cause his skin to tingle briefly. Soon after, he felt his muscles loosen and his joints ease. Perhaps ten minutes into his soak, Charon heard the front door of the house open and conversation follow. Two new voices, one higher and winding, the other deep and boisterous. That is one probably his... uncle, which means the other is either the Joyous or the other guy. Lovain?

[Charon Tethras]

Crud. I don't want to be cornered like this, naked and wet. Charon eases his aching body out of the tub, wrapping himself in a large towel more fluffy than anything he's had the pleasure of wrapping himself in, and shakes to get as much water off as he can before he starts rubbing against his fur and hair. So wet. Ugh. 

[Aveline Vallen]

Regrettably for the damp catfolk, he had no idea that the small glyph on the wall near the towels would have wrapped him in warm air currents with but a touch and a word. He was still toweling off when someone knocked on the door. "Dreas? Carver's home. Lovain is getting the roast started, so when you're done soaking, I'll be with Carver on the patio."