( Zevran chuckles. ) Truthfully? No, not this time. Though I am in need of a place to hide for a few hours at least, and if the most ideal hiding spot happens to be nestled in your bosom, well... ( no one would complain, right? )
While I am flattered you would so willingly hurt someone on my account, I do not believe the woman in question will need it. ( footsteps can be heard, just barely, over the tome as he makes his way to the gardens. ) Are you familiar with the gargoyle Demona, by chance?
I would offer myself, but I fear your beauty would distract me so heartily I could not compete. ( Zevran you don't need to lay it on so thick you've already fucked her. )
Yes, that's the one. I may have angered her a bit too much and she is hunting me down - doubtful she will do anything, but I see no reason to truly risk it.
( Zevran barked out a laugh. ) I do not doubt that, my dear!
( he would not mind getting his ass kicked by her though just saying. ) As am I. I will venture to the garden posthaste so you may whisk me away to safety, then.
[ Keyleth is indeed in her garden next to the Slayer's Cake, picking fruit, standing on a small wooden step ladder to make it easier to get to the tops of the trees. There's plenty of other methods she could use, of course, being a shapeshifter and all, but she finds picking the fruit by hand the old fashioned way rather soothing. ]
Fearing for his life might as well have been Zevran's constant state of being, so even with the threat of Demona coming for his head, he did not seem particularly harried when he slid up to Keyleth seemingly out of nowhere, golden eyes cast up to try and catch a peek under those pretty flowing skirts.
"I have arrived, my fiery haired savior. Are you planning to make a pie with all of those?"
Spoiler alert, she was completely naked under those skirts, and always was. Keyleth didn't believe in underwear.
"Oh, I don't bake very well," she admitted, peeking down at him through the laden branches. "I tried to make almond bark once...did you know it doesn't actually have bark from almond trees in it? So the head baker takes care of all the baking. I still grow the best fruit, though. Here--" She plucked a sun warmed peach from one of the topmost branches and then leaned over to hold it out, intending to drop it into his hands. "Try one."
Chalk that up to the long list of reasons why Zevran liked her so much.
"I would have never guessed." He replied, amused by the thought that anyone would genuinely think almond bark was a good idea — with or without actual bark from a tree. He reached up to take the peach, set it to his lips, and took a bite. After a moment he hummed, seemingly pleased. "The second best peach of yours that I have tasted."
"Oh really? You had one of my peaches before?" Keyleth's expression didn't change at all, though if Zevran looked very close he might catch a hint of delighted mirth in her eyes. She did so enjoy fucking with people. "You know I did have a problem with fruit thieves a little while back, though they preferred my apples." Okay, she couldn't keep the smirk off her face with that one.
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Um I'm just picking some berries in the Slayer's Cake garden. Why?
Oh is this a, um. Ooooh what's the word? A butt call? You know, like, for a sexy thing?
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Oh the big redhaired grey lady with the wings who scowls a lot? I haven't talked to her but, you know. She's hard to miss.
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Yes, that's the one. I may have angered her a bit too much and she is hunting me down - doubtful she will do anything, but I see no reason to truly risk it.
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Don't worry, I'll protect you. I'm sure you'll find a way to thank me.
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( he would not mind getting his ass kicked by her though just saying. ) As am I. I will venture to the garden posthaste so you may whisk me away to safety, then.
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[ Keyleth is indeed in her garden next to the Slayer's Cake, picking fruit, standing on a small wooden step ladder to make it easier to get to the tops of the trees. There's plenty of other methods she could use, of course, being a shapeshifter and all, but she finds picking the fruit by hand the old fashioned way rather soothing. ]
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"I have arrived, my fiery haired savior. Are you planning to make a pie with all of those?"
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"Oh, I don't bake very well," she admitted, peeking down at him through the laden branches. "I tried to make almond bark once...did you know it doesn't actually have bark from almond trees in it? So the head baker takes care of all the baking. I still grow the best fruit, though. Here--" She plucked a sun warmed peach from one of the topmost branches and then leaned over to hold it out, intending to drop it into his hands. "Try one."
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"I would have never guessed." He replied, amused by the thought that anyone would genuinely think almond bark was a good idea — with or without actual bark from a tree. He reached up to take the peach, set it to his lips, and took a bite. After a moment he hummed, seemingly pleased. "The second best peach of yours that I have tasted."
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