[She was looking forward to the hot springs. What gave it away? The clear disappointment that transforms her face into a full scowl? The tension that sets right in between her shoulders? The wind that blows through and rattles the sign like she's trying to blow it over?
Benedikta hears the drakes, and she has half a mind to leap over the dividers and take care of them herself, and then maybe they'd have a few hours of the springs to themselves before everyone decided to come back...
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....
But Cid's voice draws her back, the promise of something chillier than that god-awful heat a tempting prospect...]
What's at the lodge?
[Her eyes follow his up to the gondolas that look to be carrying people up the side of the snow-capped mountain.
At any rate, she's already walking in that direction, taking him by the hand again, the other adjusting the bag at her shoulder.]
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Benedikta hears the drakes, and she has half a mind to leap over the dividers and take care of them herself, and then maybe they'd have a few hours of the springs to themselves before everyone decided to come back...
...
....
But Cid's voice draws her back, the promise of something chillier than that god-awful heat a tempting prospect...]
What's at the lodge?
[Her eyes follow his up to the gondolas that look to be carrying people up the side of the snow-capped mountain.
At any rate, she's already walking in that direction, taking him by the hand again, the other adjusting the bag at her shoulder.]