OOM: All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness? -Part Two

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu intended to dance in the sky with Skellig the very next day, but events have conspired to prevent that from occurring. A raid on the village by former soldiers meant many wounded to heal and much damage to fix. Akatan's sister, Neferet, has a definite crush, an infatuation, with Skellig. She hasn't done anything but look and exchange some friendly words, but it still makes her brother FURIOUS.

For all that Euripedes was from a different time and place, a line he had Medea speak in the play of the same name still rings true: "I would rather stand three times in the line of battle than once bear a child." Even with Kreyu's magic, with Taweret's skill, childbirth is incredibly dangerous. There are reasons why Taweret's goddess image of She Who Is Great has elements of the hippo, the lion, and the crocodile, a fearsome appearance to drive off the many threats facing a woman giving birth. The second birth in a week began this morning and was still going on when the sun began to set. Not a good sign.

Skellig, trying to burn off nervous energy while Kreyu was working, happened across a few of the village men drinking. They said things about Kreyu they should not have said. That he was FEEDING on Kreyu, drinking her blood. There...may have been a fight. At least they don't think he's a demon anymore, you can't give a demon a black eye in a brawl with your fists!

It is truly night now, and Skellig can hear Kreyu's tired footsteps on the road...

(OOC: Warning for explicit adult content starting around tag 194.)

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[27_53]

There is one thing with Skellig simply Knows about mages - and he suspects it translates across all levels and skillsets - when they are 'working', it is best not to touch them or bother them.

So he sits quietly, watching her facial expressions, her body language.

It annoys him slightly that she is irritated, and that he cannot interject - but he keeps quiet, sits still in the chair, focusing on the feel of his mug in his hand. There is a mild surge of energy that is growing beneath her skin, but he isn't too concerned, just yet...

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu huffs in irritation, shakes her head.

"I have good news and....news," she tells him. She reaches out to touch him, to take his hand. "The lost city is indeed one of Heka's bolt holes, but Heka is quite recently dead, less than a moon ago."

Her smile turns sharp. "Which means whatever portion of his hoard he left there is undefended, fit to be taken."

Her smile fades a bit. "But Elihu was quite..insistent on meeting me, in person." She frowns. "And since my other option was apparently Revenen coming HERE to 'check' on me, I decided to humor him."

[27_53]

If Elihu wishes to meet Kreyu in person, and Skellig does not plan on leaving Kreyu's side especially if they are wandering the hoard of a very recently deceased dragon...

"I would gladly meet your brother," he says, taking her hand in his own.

And then smirks.

"And we will have to bring a third bag, then. To carry what you deem worthy to take." His grin widens slightly - because treasure is a good thing! "It is also helpful that I can easily lighten a pack."

[brave_kreyu]

"You're sure?" she asks. "He's the level headed one at least, so it shouldn't be dreadful."

She leans in to kiss him. "Very helpful indeed."

"He'll meet us in Amikaya, after we've hit the lost city. He's en route, so it will take him a week or so to arrive, even flying as fast as we do."

She looks at the shells, the stones. "I should show you where I hide what portion of my hoard I have with me."

She beckons him over to one of the chests. She moves aside the heavier linen clothes on top, removes the false bottom of the chest.

A fine piece of embroidered silk conceals gold jewelry, much of it set with semi-precious or precious stones.

The armband she mentioned before is on top. She carefully pulls it out. "Would you like me to put it on you?"

[27_53]

Skellig is visibly impressed by her collection - never before has he seen anything remotely this precious, right in front of him in the open. There have been windows in shops that he has wandered past, sure, but his 'kind' are not welcome in any of them...

He looks at her, and she might sense a hint of the hesitation in his expression. Swallowing hard, he lightly squeezes her hand. "Are you certain? I would wear it, gladly. I just..."

A pause.

"The most expensive thing I ever have owned is likely my coat," he explains. "And that...I have had some some time. If you saw it, you would understand. It is...quite worn." Briefly, he wonders where exactly his coat ended up, through this trip into the desert. Worn hem, patches (handsewn by his stiff fingers) on the elbows, stains and tears he has worked to mend. Heavy wool, once expensive, but given to him by a charity shop.

"I just have never been offered anything near this valued."

[brave_kreyu]

She turns the arm ring in her hands. "It is a part of my hoard, my memories cling to it. It is precious, it has been coveted, desired, loved, that is why a hint of karma clings to it, makes it attractive to a dragon." She flushes. "I would entrust it to your keeping, have you wear it when you can without attracting suspicion. As the shells and stones you gathered for me, it is a mark of affection, of care."

"But I would not wish you to be uncomfortable," Kreyu adds. "It would make things easier in Amikaya, make it easier for us to go where we need to." She smiles reassuringly. "We will manage without it there, if it would make you uneasy to wear it."

[27_53]

Skellig lifts an eyebrow when she mentions just how valuable it is - if this contains her memories, then this is a piece of her, and she is willing to entrust it to him.

"I would be honored to wear it," he says softly, stepping closer to her and wrapping his arm around her midsection. "And I will do so, guarding it fiercely. The same as I watch over your heart."

[brave_kreyu]

"Thank you, love," she says quietly. "But you are more precious, by far. The memories are spread across my hoard as a whole, and I would give up what memory this holds gladly for your well being without a second thought."

"Do you have a preference as to which arm to wear it on?"

[27_53]

"I would not risk my life for a material object, even one so precious as this. I would not wish to lose you, or for you to lose me."

Skellig intends to stay right with her, for as long as the fates will allow it.

"My right would feel more natural," he continues, extending his right arm, allowing her to take hold of it. "And if the amulet works to conceal my wings...could it not also conceal this from others, if needed? I feel as if I have a better control on it, since I have worn it for several stretches."

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs. "You're right, it would!" She kisses him. "My clever Skellig."

She works the band onto his arm, careful. It fits snugly around his upper arm, just as she suspected. The inside of the band is smooth, cool against his arm. It's hefty for its size, mostly gold rather than something plated. The lapis lazuli of the feather inlay is a dark blue, flecked with gold.

"Oh yes, it suits you," she tells him, voice slightly rough with want. She likes him in pretty things, does his dragon!

[27_53]

Skellig looks at the armband, still a little shell-shocked (internally) at the thought that something so very valuable is being gifted to him. Then he looks at her, and sees the look in her eyes, smoldering.

He smirks.

"I think I will wear it always," he says proudly, returning the kiss. "Let nobody question just who it is that I belong to."

[brave_kreyu]

She flushes, clearly pleased with that idea despite herself.

"Should we pack and head out, or would you like to spend the night in an actual bed for a change?"

[27_53]

"Either option would be fine with me," he says. "I am...relatively tired, to be quite honest." Even with the brief nap he took on the flight back from the island. "But if the journey is to be long, travel by night may be more discreet?"

[brave_kreyu]

"It would be," she muses.

"We could sleep now, leave at dark?"

[27_53]

"Will give us a chance to see the stars once more," he replies, happily.

Packing fresh supplies is easy enough; she gathers what they need, he organizes and packs it away. Some fresh food items are collected from a neighbor who takes pity on the 'recovering' Kreyu and her dear friend who will be caring for her during this time of healing. He asks for privacy, and it will be granted.

And then they both sleep, her body wrapped loose in his arms for the remainder of the afternoon - before they head for this 'lost city' which she has spoken of, in search of a hoard and treasure.