Carlos
Oliver
Northwind Coast

"Hmm... What do you tell a pretty pretty lady? I usually don't have t'say much, it's just me charm," He pushed off of the seafloor, languidly drifting through the water like a stray piece of seaweed. 
"I can hear that heartbeat louder than m'own. She's just as nervous as you, so just go for 't! I'll show you," He snickered.
As the son of tides, they often shifted in beneficial ways; he chalked it up to sheer luck, though it was more than likely something related to the ocean's call.

Either way, they recoiled for him now, exposing him to the frigid air of the night. Even in the darkness of the late sun, his eyes glimmered like molten gold. His body was covered only by a thick robe at his waist. His eyes met Taedra's, and for a moment he knew not what to say, as he was too taken by her appearance.
*This is what fucking Iver, of all men, got?*
"Oi, I've some dumbass stuck in the waves back there. He wants to see ya. I'm Oliver, but he calls me Gnaigoff'n. Y'don't really gotta say the whole thing, though. It's honorary."
Harold
Taedra Westbrook
Northwind Coast

Just as she had started to fear he'd forgotten about her, the surface of the water started to mist. She didn't notice, as her eyes had dipped to get upturned palms, carefully tapping her fingertips to her palm as she tried to recount the days back. Maybe she'd come too early or too late. 

A voice pulled her from her thoughts, and the blonde woman lifted her head in surprise. The voice wasn't Iver's, but still came from the direction of the waves. Another man stood within the ride, golden glowing eyes on her as he spoke, and she blinked for a moment, trying to make her mind catch up with what she was seeing. 

"There's more of you?" She murmured, mostly to herself. He'd mentioned that, but she never imagined she'd meet them. Finally she moved to her feet, clutching the furs tightly, more nerves than chill related and asked "Where's Iver?"
Marion
Iver Trok
Northwind Coast

Iver cussed, yanking at Oliver's ankles and tugging him below the waves violently, before pushing him into the sand.
"You fiend! Leave her alone!" He seethed, before standing up and poking out of the water rather suddenly. He made eye contact with Taedra and seemed almost surprised, and he began walking out of the water quickly so Oliver couldn't get him back.

"Taedra... I'm sorry about him. I really am. I'm here, though... I thought I would bring my closest brother for *Support*, but *Obviously* He likes to embarrass me more than actually help." He turned toward the water and flipped it off, shaking his head toward Oliver.
Carlos
Oliver
Northwind Coast

Oliver fell into the sand, crashing with a fiendish cackle. Bothering Iver was absolutely his favorite sport, *Especially* When it was in front of an attractive woman Iver wished to woo. He rubbed his cheek, and to his surprise, he found that there were grains of sand embedded into the soft skin, accompanied by a nasty rash. It wasn't of much concern to him, but the momentary throb of pain was still rather obnoxious. He pushed himself off of the sea floor. The tide shifted him upright, and he rode the incoming waves onto the shore. He brushed himself off and grinned.
"Switching to fancy speak now that you've got a lady to impress? Sounds like my Iver," He scoffed sarcastically, "You know it's my duty as your brother to humiliate you."

Oliver stood by the water's edge, the waves occasionally licking at his ankles; he was devising a plan to get Iver back for the rather irritating injury. Of course, by now it had faded into nothing, and his skin returned to its fair, nearly flawless condition.
"It's not very courteous to push your favorite brother into the waves, you know. I'm sure your lady here isn't about violence," He glanced up at her, "Are you?"
Harold
Taedra Westbrook
Northwind Coast

When Iver emerged from the waves she felt the fear evaporate. She hadn't gotten the date wrong, he was just running late, and seeing the other man who introduced himself as Oliver explained that. They were bickering like her brothers did, shooting jabs back and forth at each other in attempt to ... Well she didn't know what the point of it was. 

She gave Iver a warm smile, though her head tilted a bit. "You need support to see me?" She questioned, and thought to herself that if she had known that was allowed she might have brought Thierou. 

"It seems no actual harm was done, Oliver." She reminded him, and turned her smile to him. 

"Taedra Westbrook, a pleasure to meet you."
Marion
Iver Trok
Northwind Coast

Iver narrowed his eyes at Oliver before turning to Taedra again. Now his worry was of something else entirely.

"Wait, it's not like I *Needed* The support to see you. In fact, I enjoy our alone time. It's just *Ollie* Was being a whiney little p-... Boy. And so I decided to introduce you so he can see where all my time goes to when I'm not babysitting his sorry rear."

He said in his husky voice, walking up and taking her hand in his. "Forgive him, he has been stuck all alone in the wishy wash for absolute years." He winked, kissing her hand and looking back at Oliver with a 'you better not be a cock-wobbler' kind of look.
Carlos
Oliver
Northwind Coast

Oliver flashed a dangerous grin to Taedra as Iver spoke, and the words that passed his brother's lips declared war of the verbal sort. It wasn't often that he weaponized his words, but such a situation called for it. He wasn't keen to be lashed by his sharp tongue, and despite the glare shot his direction, Oliver lifted his chin and began to purr in his honey voice.

"Babysitting me? I didn't know that babysitting counted as getting yelled at by your mother. And if I'm not mistaken... No, that's right, this is the first lady you've had in *Years*, my washed-up brother. There's no need to apologize in my stead," He flicked his gilded stare towards his brother, "Not when the offending party feels no regret."
Oliver was dancing with his words now, as he often did, simply toying with Iver. 
"Taedra is a lovely name, I think. It's my pleasure to be meeting you, my lady, even when my brother here is being quite the cock."
He gave a deep, mock bow, straightening up after a few seconds. The message in his expression was clear: 'Try me.'
Harold
Taedra Westbrook
Northwind Coast

She was wrong, they were worse than her brothers. She understood the embarrassment was supposed to be for each other, but she couldn't help the flush to her cheeks and the rise of heat in her belly as they bantered back and forth. 

Iver pressed a kiss to her hand, and the heat rose fully to her cheeks. It wasn't a particularly _intimate_ gesture, but before a stranger it felt as if it were. 

She almost told them to be nice to each other, that embarrassing Iver wouldn't make her think better of Oliver, and belittling Oliver wouldn't help in Iver's favor either. But before she could Oliver spoke again, and she cleared her throat. 

"I don't think the theatrics of brotherhood are necessary for an introduction." She breathed, and started to gesture towards the dunes before thinking better of it. Instead, she nodded towards the tavern with its tables and chair lined deck that overlooked the water. 

"Why don't you both accompany me for drinks? We can catch up," This she said to Iver, then to Oliver "And get better acquainted without standing on the sands.
Marion
Iver Trok
Northwind Coast

Iver found himself absolutely livid, and wished for the ocean to wrap around Ollie's ankles and drag him back. But sadly, Mother scribe wasn't here. He took Taedra's hand gently again and placed it on his arm like a gentleman, before walking with her toward the tavern. 

He glanced back at Oliver. *This was NOT over. When they got back in the ocean, they would cause a storm.* "Drinks sound absolutely lovely, my dear. A strong one perhaps would loosen my nerves. To be honest, I didn't have any plan on what to say to you. I thought and thought and still I've lost the words in the waves somewhere."