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((The problem with "I'm speechless" posts is that it gives whoever you're interacting with NOTHING to play off of.))

Iman spotted a smooth pebble on the ground near his foot. He scuffed his foot and kicked it absently. "Well, then," he stated, lacking anything to elaborate on. He never was big on gardenry. If he had to live somewhere outdoors, he would probably be most comfortable on a plain or in a jungle or cave. All the plants and primly cut shrubbery was too concise and perfect for nature to really be. It made his skin crawl to look at natural things forced into order.

"That's really up to you. I'm following along perhaps sheerly because I might get lost and die starving and alone in that place if I go off on my own so early in this game. I'm positive that sounds reasonable enough to you," Iman explained. "So, keeping that in mind, go wherever strikes your fancy, do whatever you damn well please."

Iman whistles gaily as he followed the woman. From his pocket he took the doll by its string and twirled it until the string was completely wrapped around his fingers, then reversed the motion so it twirled the other way. He was like a lifeguard and his whistle with the little doll. "I do, I do so wish," he finally responded. A little spark in the back of his mind got him wondering what voodoo he could do on Demi to tease her and lighten the mood.

"Not especially, no," Iman admitted. "Unless there's a map of this place somewhere, that would be nice. I doubt there is, though." Still twirling the doll around his fingers, he plunked his free arm around her waist again. "I wonder what they expected to happen, anyway. Our parents. For us to wake up together and exclaim, 'Ohmygosh a spouse, lets make babies!' and be cool with it? Or maybe just thought we'd be wooed by the lavish home they've trapped us in." He sighed. Truthfully, though, he missed the experiment he had been working on the week prior to this odd event. It had had to do with mutating larvae with an unusual concoction he had thought up. So far, not one of them had experienced the exact same reaction.

"Honestly, I couldn't tell you. Maybe my parents were simply hoping that I wouldn't wake up and rip whoever it was beside me's head off. I don't much like surprises, especially ones that don't give me any options but to go along with them." Demi replied, looking down at the ground n front of her. "Maybe they thought we would be pleasantly surprised and just get along, hoping that a relationship would grow. Or maybe they just wanted us out of the way."

((Or outside it as the case may be.))

Demi nodded her head. "I suppose. Perhaps they'll write to us or something." She put her hand up to her cheek to brush something away, figureing that a fly or some other small insect had landed on her cheek.

She brushed her hand across her cheek again, a small frown forming on her face. Demi placed her hand over her cheek, but the tickling sensation didn't abate. Trurning to look at Deyanria, a question formed on her lips.

"I thought that I felt something on my cheek. But there's nothing there." Demi replied carefully. "And I was wondering if the witch doctor might know anything about it." Her tone was carefully kept neutral, though there was a slight accusation in her eyes.