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Who: Oona & Forrest
When: June...29th...?? (makes vague noises)
Where: Forrest's temple
What: Oona pops by for a visit to get some new shoes.

[It really wasn't like she was here for the shoes. Oona didn't particularly care if Forrest could or could not make shoes that could help lessen the pain of her walking-- the pain was there because of her botching of the spell to remove her tail and gain human legs to begin with, so in a way...

In a way maybe Oona saw it as a fitting sort of punishment to herself.

Besides that, Oona wasn't a fan of shoes or, well, any clothing, really. Being covered up was aggravating at best and made her skin feel weird, and really she just found it plain silly. Maybe because humans' bodies were just weaker and softer or something, but Oona rarely felt the need for it.

Whatever.

She's wearing a similar short chiton like the day they'd met and no shoes, popping over fairly unannounced. If anything, she was here to see the pretty boy and his pretty temple and lavish in the attention for a while-- she could pretend her scars weren't there or weren't so obvious and ugly, could soak up the attention like the vain thing she wanted to be and admire his temple.

That was good enough reason.

She cups her hands over her mouth as she arrives, after taking a few moments of silence to just soak up the initial sights, and shouts]

Forrest! Are home, yes?

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I can use fire magic too, but I'd much rather act as support if I have to fight at all. To tell you the truth, I actually can't stand the sight of blood.

[He frowns as he continues working, shaking his head. He'll do it if he has to, but it's certainly not his first choice of activities.]

I suppose if I were a mermaid - oh, or is it merman? But I'd have to have a strong mate to protect hair as long as mine, wouldn't I?

[His smile is back as he considers that out loud. He's enjoying talking with her, getting to understand her and her world.]

[She looks amused at that. It's just blood, sheesh!] Suppose it is, eh... messy. But, get used to seeing blood, suppose, when in the wild. [And the ocean is wiillldd.] But also suppose it is different, animal and other people...

[She looks pensive a moment; she'd never given much thought to the bodies she'd left in the wake of her escape, and she didn't care much to do so now. Forcefully pushing the thought aside before it can creep in any further, Oona leans over unceremoniously to touch his hair and grin]

Yes, yes, very strong! It is pretty hair, and you are very pretty boy. My sisters would fight over you, for sure!

Yes... it's not as common an occurrence for people to have to deal with blood unless they're a soldier or a doctor.

[He frowns for a moment as he catches the change in her expression, but decides not to pursue it. Especially since she goes for his hair next. Usually he doesn't let people touch it, but he's already been rubbing her feet, so he figures it's okay.]

Ah... thank you. I do try.

[Compliments are always nice, and Forrest blushes as he finishes up with the massage. Standing, he offers her a hand up, tucking his notes under his arm.]

I'll get started on the shoes right away for you. They shouldn't take long, as I've already bought all the materials I'll need. You can relax in the garden while I'm working - feel free to use any of the bathing pools.

[He'll lead her back there as he talks.]

[She a little interested to see just how the shoes would be made, and so fast. She'd always assumed it was a terribly time-consuming thing, but maybe he used magic of some kind??

But the allure of the bathing pools calls to her and she gives a pleased little hum.] Yes, yes, alright. Will do that!

[And she definitely will spend the whole time in one of the bathing pools, alternating between dozing and swimming around. Whenever Forrest returns, Oona perks up a little and swims to the edge. By the pile of clothes by said edge, it's clear Oona is... completely naked in the water. If that wasn't enough of a clue, the fact that she's already pulling herself up out of the water should make it clearer too. Sorry Forrest.]

Done?

All right. Please, relax and make yourself at home.

[Forrest smiles, heading back into the temple to get to work, emerging a few hours later. There's no magic at work here except the magic of years of experience, hard work, eagerness to please, and the mun not wanting to wait three weeks of real time for him to be done making a pair of sandals. Eventually, he emerges from the back door of the temple carrying the shoes with him.]

Oona! I'm fin-

[He cuts off there, though, as he catches sight of the pile of clothing and the fact that she's clearly naked.]

...Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt!

[Being a gentleman, Forrest quickly averts his eyes, looking down at the ground and pulling his hat down to partially cover his face.]

[Oona stares a moment, not comprehending before she gives a quiet 'ehhh?' noise, kneeling on the ledge.]

Interrupt? Did not. Am getting out. Want to see shoes. [What even is this. She raises an eyebrow slowly]

Is just body. Do you not see them, working with clothes and such?

Not like this.

[He's still watching the ground quite intently. Even after the risque dream at the sleepover, he's still never seen a girl fully nude.]

Would... you mind covering up?

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