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[givehead]

(The video feed opens up to Dirk squatting on the shoreline next to the Salt Lake. Behind him, the lake is shimmering with a brilliant pink light beneath the moonlight. Dirk's so still and pale that he looks like a statue. At least he does until he shifts back onto his heels. He's thoroughly drenched, only wearing a pair of sweatpants, some of his hair already frozen into peaks. By some miracle (or sheer force of will) he's not shivering.

Probably because he's beyond cold at this point. He's totally vibing with the bite.)

As a pro tip, taking a dip in the Salt Lake is good for the mind.

(...This was not an intentional discovery, but you would never know by how calmly he's speaking. His teeth aren't even chattering. He stands up. He places his hands on his hips. Dirk stares up at the moon, exhaling slowly, his breath forming a bit of fog in the air.)

Ironically, this helps with lockjoint too. (He raises his hands and turns them over as proof that he wasn't suffering from lockjoint due to the conditions. Granted, if he kept standing around in the cold like a jackass and the saltwater dried off...Hm. He curls his hands into fists.)

Just thought this would be an appreciated service announcement. I'm gonna go hit up Achelliac. See ya'll on the flip side.

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[unsheathedfromreality]

[Dirk might've caught a faint tinny echo of his own broadcast from off down the lakeshore--because there's someone else out here, someone who lives near enough the lake that anything happening on its shores was bound to draw him if he's at home.

Which he generally was, come full moons. The lake's a sacred place to him; the rounding of the moon his call to worship. Or fish, or forage, as the season dictated.

Anyway: Illarion's not far off when Dirk starts talking, and by the time the younger man's signed off, the shrike's close enough to be heard when he says,]

And how is it you are ending up in the lake in the first place?

[He's maybe hard to see, black and pale among the trees he's standing among, striped with moonlight and shadow. But he's also got a basket of mushrooms over one arm, which lowers any accidental menace he might be giving off through sheer domesticity.]

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[givehead]

(Dirk wasn't one to lay down his guard. Ironically, that was pretty much exactly why he was in the lake, to begin with. He was dumb and fell asleep. He's trying to squeeze the water out of his hair when Illarion approaches. To Dirk's credit, he doesn't flinch or even looks surprised.)

I was taking a midnight stroll through the sky. (Honest enough...But missing a few key components.)

I was learning about how my powers function here. A bit of sleep flying. You know how it is. (Dirk peers through the dark at Illarian, his sunglasses catching the light of the moon and the shimmer of the pink lake.)

Foraging? Bit late at night for that, isn't it?