RD8, Log

[retrieverchef]

Characters: Eliot, Natasha
Open? yes
Where: the gate to Schwanheim Castle
When: mid-morning RD8
What: exploring the city
Warnings: none


Eliot slid off his horse at the castle gate and looked for Nicole. He'd enjoyed their playful flirting over the Orb and hoped to get to know the woman better. It wasn't often he met someone who could match his wit and turn their flirting into a contest.

He smiled as he saw her approach. He'd thought she was beautiful on the Orb. She was even more stunning in person. "You want to ride or walk?"

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[toxic_tsarina]

Though her talk with Thor had proved somewhat helpful, that hadn't meant there wasn't more to learn from the others who had been here as well. Eliot had been the only one she could use her seduction on from the get-go as he started off their conversation with his own charm and flirtation. Despite their lack of information exchanged, she hoped he could help sort things out. More so, she was curious if their answers matched up.

Still clad in the clothes betting of her role (because when had there been time to change when there were more important priorities?), the redhead approached Eliot and his horse. With an easy smile, Tasha settled her hands on her hips.

"I feel like there's an innuendo in there somewhere."

Nodding at the horse, she added, "You just want me up there so you have an excuse to put your hands on me."

Sorry this took so long!

[retrieverchef]

He raised his eyes and smirked. "Oh, really?" His eyes sparkled playfully. "I want to get my hands on you? Maybe I just want to get your hands on me."

No worries! <3

[toxic_tsarina]

It was a relief how easy he made the banter.

Tasha just gave him an impish smirk over her shoulder and vaulted up on his horse with a graceful ease. She arched one brow in challenge at Eliot.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot grinned and slipped into the saddle in front of her. Never let it be said that Eliot Spencer backed away from a friendly challenge. "Which way do ya want to go, darlin'?"

[toxic_tsarina]

Natasha wrapped her arms snug around his middle, more so for the underlying message than for balance or safety; she needed neither.

Snorting, she looked around them. "Aren't you the veteran between us? Give me the grand tour, the welcoming party spiel. If I'm supposed to live here and fight for this place, I should know it, right?"

The redhead returned her gaze to Eliot, one brow perked.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot raised his own eyebrow in reply, a smirk gracing his lips. "I did tell you this would be a mutual exploration of the town," he retorted, humor rather than heat coloring his voice. "But, since you asked me to choose..."

He spurred the horse to a trot and headed back the say he'd come. "Let's see if we can find the market."

[toxic_tsarina]

Natasha found it to be unsettling that Eliot seemed just as ignorant as herself. She had hoped he would have been of more use, but if his knowledge barely exceeded hers, than it maybe she had made the wrong choice. Still, he had to be worth something. And they had only just met, the rest of the day lay ahead. Plenty of time to wean what she could from the stranger.

She lifted one shoulder by way of replying. "I wasn't entirely sure you were telling the truth. How can you have been here for two days and not have explored it previously?"

[retrieverchef]

Eliot grinned at the memory of the previous day. "Actually, it's more like one day. I got here at night. The next day, I started to explore the city and got captured by a ten-year-old who wanted to go hunting. So I ended up exploring the forest instead of the city."

[toxic_tsarina]

Tasha leaned back to give him an incredulous look. Unless said child was anything like she had been at that age, the redhead was assuming he meant it as a joke. But then, Schwanheim was proving to be an unbelievable place. Quickly.

"A ten-year-old showed you up?" she asked, slightly skeptical. "Now you have to share the story behind that one."

She noted, too, that he potentially possessed the skill to hunt and/or navigate.

[retrieverchef]

He shrugged with a smile. "What can I say? He wanted someone to play with and he made a very persausive plea involving a lot of tackling and puppy eyes."