<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Allie<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.  Mid-day.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alec<br/><hr/>Without pausing in the process of scrubbing away the caked-on dirt, even going so far as to borrow a clump of loose grass with intact roots to use as a sort of 'brush'-- the half-elven girl watches him undress between her efforts and smiles, a little more shyly, perhaps, but certainly not hiding her appreciation.  "You know, I find it silly that there should be different garb for different sexes," she begins, as if not hearing the first question-- or choosing to address it later, perhaps.  "But your armor is very pretty, in a practical way.  The metal bits make it seem much more... oh, I don't know...<i>sturdy</i>, I suppose, in a way that's rather appealing."  She shrugs as she finishes up with the fresh grass sprigs and turns, effortlessly replanting the fistful of roots  in a tuft among the other greenery, just as a blue-spotted frog slightly bigger than the others hops right before her face and requires her to lift it up to finish packing in the replaced turf.<br/><br/>She strokes its back and urges it on toward the opposite bank, an action that seems to perplex the frog as it hops back onto a floating leaf bunch with an annoyed splash.  "Not dangerous, really.  Their toxin has to be ingested or get under the skin, so keep them from your mucus membranes and you're fine... and don't eat or lick them, I'd suggest."  She winks again and looks him over in his cotton loin-covering, noting with a gleam his visibly more pronounced... tumescence.  "I do promise to watch your back, then EE!"  She squeals and falls into giggles as a bigger-still frog, this one a vivid emerald green, leaps into the creek behind her, scaring up a very large dragonfly-- one with a body the length of a crossbow bolt-- that it promptly swallows in one instantaneous lap of its tongue like a flicker.<br/><br/>Laughing at herself in the breathless way of one genuinely abashed and drunk on life, she reels backwards from the splash and towards Alec, whom she presses her bare back and all-but-naked, surprisingly warm, and ludicrously-glistening and now-clean-of-road-dust bottom against.  When the laughter fades, it's with a few exhaled cackles and a deep draw of breath, followed by snickering though she covers her mouth with her hand.  "Yes... the language of elves sounds very different from--" and her self-teasing laughter at her scare returns again over the last words, but she suppresses it, "Common.  It's tough to learn, but animals can understand the druids who speak it to them.  Just not me."  She pivots and presses against him, crouching smoothly and embarrassingly close, then draws up handfuls of water and begins to wash Alec's shoulders and arms with her hands... whether he needs it or not.  "If they<i>could</i>talk to them, I'd ask these frogs to bugger off so I could finish washing my dress and, you know," she glances up into his eyes as her hands trail over him with the cleaning.  "I imagine you've been a bit... er.  Lonely on your missions?"