Arthur claimed he'd only been in Zuria a couple of days, and that Emilia was by all standards more used to the cold than he was. Well, that was true a bit, but it wasn't that clear cut. "Not so clear cut, it isn't a win... it's an intermission," she claimed with a curt nod. More shaved ice entered Guinevere's mouth as she happily consumed lowering her body temperature and leaving it to where it was more comfortable. Those who'd come from Zuria would definitely benefit from the ability to moderate their own temperatures. As for why the term summer children and why it was or wasn't an insult, she'd have to explain the old ways of the north. "Summer children is a general term for those who don't know the cold of winter. Or rather those who aren't born in winter so have their trials during the winter. It isn't an insult all the time... if you overcome your winter, then being a summer child is a badge of honor. While if you stay in your ways, never trying to grow away from the comfort of the warmth... then summer child is an insult," she said softly. "In general summer children are just untested and unready for the cold... but you can always become ready for the winter..."
Elyan confirmed that Emilia was easy to read, and she tried her hardest to merge with the wall in front of her. Ah, but what was this? A gentle chill was spreading across the skin of Emilia's shoulder. It was a calm little cold, one she recognized as belonging to Elyan. There was comfort to be found with his hand on her shoulder. Actually, Emilia always felt comfortable in Elyan's presence. Even more so than Guinevere she enjoyed his company. "Yes, I know... I got pretty good at avoiding it. Today it just got a bit out of hand, and I was already flustered. I didn't have a defense left," she said, her body seemed to be turning back its normal pale pallor. Even so, the only reason she'd flinched was because Sir Elyan was involved and she was already flustered. She could feel it and as such she let up on the wall a bit. "I'm cool, I'm calm... thanks El," she said softly, facing him properly for the first time, in what felt like hours. That hand of hers that was busy twisting her hair finally let go just to give his on her shoulder a gentle pat. She truly thought nothing of it, but it was becoming more obvious by the day that she had romantic interest in Sir Elyan the White. Actually, at that thought, the tips of her ears burned a bit redder. They weren't too visible right?
Merlyn's clone realized her brother was also lonely. Of course, the original knew this as well... for obvious reasons. Even so, this one was left to consider the fact that there was a never a time in her life up until now that she couldn't call upon her brother and get an answer. When they were children, when they were teens and even when they became proper adults... never had he ignored her. Ah, but this world had played tricks on her, leaving her feeling distinctly disconnected. "I didn't think to call because I didn't know if you could hear me..." she said once again rather softly. If there was a specific kindness she sought, she didn't know what it was. What would he do to quell her? Strangely, he'd lean into her, aiming to press his lips against hers. Well, she enjoyed kissing right? Well she was pretty sure she did, even if it was her twin, it wasn't like she was completely opposed to his attentions. After all, they'd always been without normal boundaries between them, though this was a line never crossed before. No, because even though he was kissing her, they were lining up now and his shaft was finding its way to her crevice. Oh, what a strange sensation, but she definitely didn't dislike it. No in fact as they kissed she moaned at that gentle insertion, finding it absolutely breath-taking. Was that his power over her, as someone not presently able to resist? Whatever the case, that strange glow remained, and her depths aimed to claim him with the tightness her body presented.
Meanwhile Merlyn was busying herself. Sir Cador accepted her words, but claimed she should save her apologies for his eventual death. She chuckled gently flicking her tongue along his ear and down his jawline. "Sir Cador, I wouldn't kill you even like this..." she said gently while her hips shook against him. "Of course, you might not have the energy to move afterwards, but you'll sleep well~" she promised on the spot. Ah, but a new climax was reached and her body claimed it. Was she tugging at Sir Cador's soul? Well, not really, but she was definitely reaching for all the energy she could syphon off him. It was literally like she was starving and Cador was the best meal she could have, repeatedly, until she overflowed from finally being full. She aimed to roll them now, placing herself on the bottom while wrapping her legs around the man planted between her legs. "Come now, I need more~" she claimed while wiggling her hips and encouraging his movements. Merlyn was definitely a different person right now... she was normally not so decisive about what she wished to experience, poor Cador would likely be put to a great deal of work this day.