"If you do not, she will correct you." Fred smiled faintly. It was almost the only thing her otherwise-quiet housemate insisted upon.
"No, they don't look especially like nomads." More like noble men, or perhaps warriors. Was that funerary dress or armor? It was so ornamented, yet functional... it could be either, really. Or maybe both. "No one is using this water from the looks of it, anyway."
Taking the loop of rope, Fred looked at it dubiously. She squatted down for a moment, risking putting Aven down on the ground briefly while she undid the loop. Quickly tying the now-loose end to Aven's collar, she straightened up again with the dog back in her arms. Much better; she didn't want to choke her dog if he suddenly ran off, forcing her to pull on the rope. She had a firm grip on the loose (wet) end of the rope just in case he did just that.
When he offered her his scarf she shook her head. "Keep it; if the particles are as bad as you think, you will need it." She fished in the pocket of her light jacket for a moment before she pulled out a scarf that still had purchase tags attached to it. "Thought I put that there." She wrapped the scarf a little awkwardly around her mouth one-handed, then held a corner of it over Aven's nose and mouth prompting him to bark shrilly a few times before he settled down again. "Good boy. This will not last long... I hope."
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"No, they don't look especially like nomads." More like noble men, or perhaps warriors. Was that funerary dress or armor? It was so ornamented, yet functional... it could be either, really. Or maybe both. "No one is using this water from the looks of it, anyway."
Taking the loop of rope, Fred looked at it dubiously. She squatted down for a moment, risking putting Aven down on the ground briefly while she undid the loop. Quickly tying the now-loose end to Aven's collar, she straightened up again with the dog back in her arms. Much better; she didn't want to choke her dog if he suddenly ran off, forcing her to pull on the rope. She had a firm grip on the loose (wet) end of the rope just in case he did just that.
When he offered her his scarf she shook her head. "Keep it; if the particles are as bad as you think, you will need it." She fished in the pocket of her light jacket for a moment before she pulled out a scarf that still had purchase tags attached to it. "Thought I put that there." She wrapped the scarf a little awkwardly around her mouth one-handed, then held a corner of it over Aven's nose and mouth prompting him to bark shrilly a few times before he settled down again. "Good boy. This will not last long... I hope."