Juka sat next to the fire, eyes misty from tiredness - she did not seem to be listening to the conversation at all. Kana frowned. "Well, she's okay... aesthetically." She waved her hand. "But you would think that, as you are a boy!" She paused. "Wait, did you imagined that Juka and Hana..." She waved her hands in abstract manner.
Mark rolled his eyes on Juka's inability to hear him, making a mental note to consider a punishment and then returned his attention to the peasant girl. "Perhaps," He said with a devilish smile, "also, perhaps..." his grin went very wide "... perhaps, during my trip to the stream I may have imagined a village girl doing funny things with her chocolate-skinned friend. But I think this village girl is... not adventurous enough."
Kana's face screwed a little. "Bathing together, sure, anything more, eww." She shook her head. "Back to the story - what about stories of elven Prince prince and peasant girl?" She asked leaning forward eagerly waiting for the story.
