At The Beach

Atif
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    THere's a bit of an odd sight over by the wide beach here. Nevermind the fact that this kind of beach one would expect to see someone suntanning or swimming at, or working some kind of social activities. No, the only person that can actually be seen here is one Red Salamander. Not only not at all dressed for the beach, but...

    Apparently, Atif has taken a book out of bare-handed fishers' book, and crouched himself within the water. Held just high enough that the water only reaches just barely where the legs of his shorts end. Staring at the water with his hand held up in a knife form, with intense focus.

    "ORA!"

    And suddenly, the hand is jabbed down right into the water with his own body leaning over to extend his reach and...

    "--Hey! GEt back here!" Apparently having failed to actually catch a fish with that (hello, lack of fishing skill!), the lizard stubbornly moves to try to give chase... only to end up falling over ungracefully with a "Gah!" and a SPLOOSH!

    He doesn't stay underwater for more than two seconds, at least, shaking his arms to try to ward off some of the water. But nope, every single bit of his clothing is now wet. "Ah, man..."
Katherine Tanzer
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    The poor red Salamander was having trouble catching some fish and making their way to the beach was the mountain slate blue imp, who peers out at the poor boy.

She raises a brow faintly before deciding to stand there, watching him fail at his attempts, with a hand gently coming to rest on her hip. Her imp tail slowly moving side to side behind her, as she gives her small wings a bit of a stretch, before they fold back in close to her side.

Katherine says nothing. She simply observes.
Atif
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    THere's a futile shake given to the fabric of the shirt along his chest, and then a squeeze. None of it does a whole lot to expend water off of it, though. The salamander lets out a defeated sigh, thus, and turns back to the beach proper...

    And only then does he realize he is being watched. Atif freezes in place, blinks his eyes rapidly at the Imp standing there upon the sands.

    "...Hi there," he calls out, sheepishly, with a hand raised up and scaley fingers wiggling.
Katherine Tanzer
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    Katherine only smiles back ever so slightly, as she gives a gentle wave back, before calling over to him. "You know, there are better ways to catch fish. Also just as easy to buy them from a market."
Atif
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    "I mean, suuuuure..." Atif lets out a low laugh at this, now coming wading through the water to Katherine's way. And to dry land. Leaving a dripping trail of water along with him once he gets there. "But there was a challenge and all. I just wanted to give it a shot to see if I could manage it."

    Clearly not too put off by the fact that his clothes are completely dripping with water, he gives a cheerful enough smile to the woman, hands wrapping behind the small of his back. "But! How are you?"
Katherine Tanzer
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    Katherine watches as Atif walks up from the water. Looking at his dripping wet body and his soaked flaming hair. She gently taps her claw to her lip in thought, as her other hand rests on her elbow.

"Oh, I am fine, my dear noble Atif, though I am having a frightful time sleeping." She admits, as her hands lower down, "So, I thought I would enjoy a little walk and here I am! With you," flicks her hair gently, "Once more."

The imp's eyes glow brightly as she extends her hands forward, than sliding them up into the air, "Do me a favor, my dear. Don't flinch, hm?" Her left hoof goes to on the tip of the ground, before she twirls around with grace, as her hoof then slides around on the sand.

Mystical runes form around her wrists and as she conjures up flame in her hands. She brings then flame down her lips and then blows upon it. The air then gusts by, carrying the hot air of the flames across Atif's body acting like a natural air dryer to quickly dry him off.

She then plays with the fireball between her fingers, like an orb, as her other hand comes to rest on her hip. "There. Now you are not so... Wet." She says, before licking the edge of one of her canines.
Atif
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    Atif holds some faint concern over his features, from Katherine's initial answer. "Trouble sleeping...?" Lips purse, and crimson brows knot together briefly. "Is something the matter?"

    A low, sheepish laugh then, and a brief rub at the back of his neck. "Ah... Funny how that works out, huh? Someone cheesier than me would say something about fate, I'm sure..."

    Eyes narrow a bit warily at her warning. "What do you mean don't--" His answer comes quickly in teh form of the forming runes and the flame along her hands. Immediately realizing what's coming, the salamander (wide-eyed as he might end up being!), stills himself completely amidst the flowing flame and heated air. THe worry leaves him when the mastery of control that Kat has over it all becomes clear, and he visibly relaxes, too. ALl the way to where his hair and clothes alike have dried up.

    "Thank you..." The words of gratitude are given in time with his hands moving up to brush through his fiery hair, smoothing it out along his sides and behind him, ending in a flick of the bangs...

    RIght in time with those last words from her bringing a red flush over his cheeks. "U-...um. THat's a way to call it..."
Katherine Tanzer
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    The imp laughs in a sultry manner, before she gives him a wink. "It is no trouble at all, my dear sir Atif. After all, I am a magus, and while I do have my bad days," She brings up that flame to her finger tip, making a finger gun, as her other hands comes over to hold it like she was holding a pistol.

Even the way she moves her leg over is almost like a model lining up for photo shoot, before she blows on the flame on her finger tip, "But most of the time," like someone blowing the steam off the tip of the pistol. The flame quickly fades out. "I am on fire." Her eyes slightly close as she goes to stand a bit more normally.

"As for my troubles, you should not worry about it. Sometimes we ladies just have... Mmm. Restless nights." She admits running her hand through her hair. "I'll be off to sleep soon enough."
Atif
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    A quiet gulp on the part of Atif, and a murmur of, "I can tell..." WIth regards to beign on fire. Probably in more than two ways as far as he's concerned, judging from the particular way she keeps causing him to blush like a teenager.

    He clasps his hands in front of him now, thumbs idly brushing over each other while he considers her words otherwise (and electing not to comment on the restless nights for ladies). "I don't know how much it would help here," he says. "But I could try to brew up something that could but the mind at ease. I moonlight as a doctor in the city, so I know a thing or two about potions magical and otherwise."
Katherine Tanzer
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    "Is that so?" Katherine says, seeming a little impressed. "How.. Fascinating." She taps her chin in thought, but she steps up to him, looking at his taller form, before she goes to gently touch the side of his face. "You have a dear heart, sir Atif, but I assure you. I will be fine."

The Imp's hands go to slide away softly. "Perhaps should I ever need a doctor to look over my woes, I'll keep you in mind." She gives him a wink and then turns away, her tail tip curling slightly.

The imp then looks over her shoulder toward him. "But till we meet again, my noble sir. May you dream of wonder, excitement, and adventure." Then she starts to walk away, seeming to almost have a bit of a dance to her hoof steps.
Atif
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    SHe can probably feel the heat on his blushing cheek when she touches his face. And of course, her touch just makes it burn all the more. "U-uhm..." Is abotu all he manages in that instance, too, rather than any actual words.

    It only fades away slightly so when she draws back. His own tail has curled up right along his back at some point, and he's left quietly staring after her. How does the suggestion of asking for a doctoral service end up sound a specific way from her, too?

    "... You know how to reach me..." he murmurs, just loud enoguh that she can still hear him even while she's walking off. And he's left there, filled with a plethora of uncertain thoughts.