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[CR] Up the River
Apr. 22nd, 2020 06:00 amTitle: Up the River
Universe: Critical Role Campaign Two, Alternate Reality
Characters: Caduceus Clay, Fjord
Rated: K+
Enticements: Fairy Tale AU, The Hermit and the Kappa
Description: Caduceus thinks Calliope must have been teasing when she said to be wary of kappas. Fjord, after all, seems to be as pleasant as they come.
For FjorClay Week, Day Three, Prompt: Myths and/or Fairy Tales
It's a sticky, humid day when Caduceus throws the two corked clay jars over his shoulders and heads for the river. He picks his way through the garden of haphazardly ordered plots of vegetables and fruits and herbs and flowers singing their sweet song into the air. A few bees buzz noisily, but leave him be.
True, he could always ask the Wildmother to create water for him, but there's a simple pleasure in fetching it for himself. It's only a few minutes walk, and perhaps while he's there, he'll indulge in a quick dip as a break from the day's sticky heat.
As it is, Caduceus has stripped down to a loose pair of linen trousers, snipped off at the knee. His bare skin is slick with a sheen of sweat. He's piled his hair on top of his head, in deference to the heat, and the sun warms the back of his neck where it peeks through the tree canopy above.
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Universe: Critical Role Campaign Two, Alternate Reality
Characters: Caduceus Clay, Fjord
Rated: K+
Enticements: Fairy Tale AU, The Hermit and the Kappa
Description: Caduceus thinks Calliope must have been teasing when she said to be wary of kappas. Fjord, after all, seems to be as pleasant as they come.
For FjorClay Week, Day Three, Prompt: Myths and/or Fairy Tales
It's a sticky, humid day when Caduceus throws the two corked clay jars over his shoulders and heads for the river. He picks his way through the garden of haphazardly ordered plots of vegetables and fruits and herbs and flowers singing their sweet song into the air. A few bees buzz noisily, but leave him be.
True, he could always ask the Wildmother to create water for him, but there's a simple pleasure in fetching it for himself. It's only a few minutes walk, and perhaps while he's there, he'll indulge in a quick dip as a break from the day's sticky heat.
As it is, Caduceus has stripped down to a loose pair of linen trousers, snipped off at the knee. His bare skin is slick with a sheen of sweat. He's piled his hair on top of his head, in deference to the heat, and the sun warms the back of his neck where it peeks through the tree canopy above.
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