Post by Prof. Jasmine Whiskeyjack on Mar 8, 2011 4:54:57 GMT
Gently slinging her arm through his Jasmine glanced up at him before closing her eyes, finding that through the entire process she had to concentrate on the not-looking in order to make with the not-up-chucking. It was only after the apparating was finished and the searing warmth began licking at her skin did she re-open them, blinking at the harsh light before steadying herself. It wouldn't do her palms or her knees well to fall down, they would only get burnt trying to keep her face pretty and off of the sand. Composing herself and breathing away the unbalanced feeling she experianced every time she apparated the professor then smiled up at him, though it quickly turned into a grin. "You can apparate flowers into your hair? Thats quite a look for you." Having only recently fallen--or whooshed she supposed--there, they did add a friendlier albeit feminine touch. Reaching up to untwine the pink petals away she let them fall softly before taking a slow, hungry look around her.
"Oh." Jasmine breathed, the lingering perfume of incense already kneading its fingers against her skin as she almost greedily gulped it in. The history, she could all but taste it here, and he'd have to all but tie her down to stop her from hauling her arse over to the pyramids in what the locals could only describe as a ravenous, purple blur. "Where in Egypt are we, exactly? We must explore the pyramids!" And by explore she meant ruthlessly examine in what would probably end up to be a booby-trapped adventure. Of course he knew nothing of that plan.. They didn't even need a map: the journey was in her eyes as she softly, excitedly tugged at his hand, willing him to come with her though she knew she didn't have to ask. He was right there beside her.
As she drank the culture in Jasmine looked to his eyes, perhaps trying to see what he felt and thought about all of this. She knew what she would find within them however, an eerily identical look of wonder and calculation; they were both peering around to find every detail of history they could find, that could ever be found. "How will we get inside them without anyone noticing?" Waiting until dark didn't sound like the brightest of ideas, though it would leave them a bit more uninterupted. She didn't like the idea of having a tour guide, that seemed such a bland manner of exploration.
"Oh." Jasmine breathed, the lingering perfume of incense already kneading its fingers against her skin as she almost greedily gulped it in. The history, she could all but taste it here, and he'd have to all but tie her down to stop her from hauling her arse over to the pyramids in what the locals could only describe as a ravenous, purple blur. "Where in Egypt are we, exactly? We must explore the pyramids!" And by explore she meant ruthlessly examine in what would probably end up to be a booby-trapped adventure. Of course he knew nothing of that plan.. They didn't even need a map: the journey was in her eyes as she softly, excitedly tugged at his hand, willing him to come with her though she knew she didn't have to ask. He was right there beside her.
As she drank the culture in Jasmine looked to his eyes, perhaps trying to see what he felt and thought about all of this. She knew what she would find within them however, an eerily identical look of wonder and calculation; they were both peering around to find every detail of history they could find, that could ever be found. "How will we get inside them without anyone noticing?" Waiting until dark didn't sound like the brightest of ideas, though it would leave them a bit more uninterupted. She didn't like the idea of having a tour guide, that seemed such a bland manner of exploration.
