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[long_range]

Woah! [ Grunts. Catches. ] I got you.

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gotcha!

[long_range]

Oh? [ Silas is straightening the two of them back up, nevermind that to do so means Cynric is back to stretching over him by a scant few inches. Somehow, he's always managed to hover when he needed to, shorter or not. ]

And here I was thinking I'd just had some very good luck. [ Do you want to know what the good luck was, Cynric? Are you hoping he'll tell you? Because he may just share that. He may just. ]

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[hamelinic]

Really.

[It's not a slight against Silas in particular that, properly on his feet again, Cynric's hands go to his pockets. He's got some Cool Stuff hidden away in them--things it might be good luck to take off of him, if a person picked carefully (and avoided anything with teeth).

It's a bit of a continued disgruntlement with gravity that a few herbs do need to be scooped up off the ground again and shoved back into their various places.] Both of us almost being killed is good luck, is it?

[Bards: #drama or nothing.]

♥ ♥

[long_range]

[ It's unlikely Silas would steal anything from Cynric's pockets. Not because his broad hands are too clumsy for it - although that may also be true - but because getting bit by snakes/rodents/the calamity of the day doesn't seem worth it. Not when there are better ways to rattle at Cynric and ask to share whatever it is that Silas needs.

No, the good luck comes in a different form, today.

Silas's own hands go on his hips, eyes on Cynric until he huffs a laugh and they look up again at the branch a certain bard just fell off. ]

Nah, almost getting killed and not dying is tenacity. It's good planning. [ It's also, perhaps, having a friend with good reflexes and strong shoulders. ]

The lucky part's just the fact that I don't usually catch fruit that's this handsome and falling outta the tree.

also school has been crazy apologies

[hamelinic]

[There are arguments to be had. There are sweeping arcs that belong in epic verse that could be fussed over and made much of, even in a pedestrian moment like this.

But first, as almost ever, there has to be an arch look thrown in the ranger's direction.]

D'you usually climb to pluck the handsome ones down, sirrah?