OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Seven

[brave_kreyu]

It turns out that 'guarding the lair' involves more than just staying in one place. Kreyu has a goal today of scouting outside their borders, looking for possible trouble.

Given that Skellig can't speak the local language, yet, they're not trying to pass as locals. Skellig is just wearing a kilt as they stalk through the forest.

The wilderness is truly wild here, only barely touched by humans. Beasts of all kinds live in these woods, wolves, deer, boars, birds, rabbits, and more.

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[brave_kreyu]

"I left my dress just inside the tree line over there, if you wouldn't mind," she rumbles, pointing with her head.

"I plan to wash off in the ocean, and then we can both soak in a hot spring near here."

[27_53]

"A soak sounds lovely."

Following her direction, he gathers her dress from where she had stashed it in the edge of the tree line, rolling it up and tucking it into her bag. And then something shiny catches his attention in the grass a few feet away, so he goes to investigate.

It is a lovely golden and jewel encrusted piece of forearm 'armor', likely worn by the prince. Technically, it is still being worn by the prince - or at the least what remains of his left arm.

Skellig grunts audibly in disgust, before leaning over and doing something with his hands that she will not be able to see through the grass - but after just a brief moment of 'disassembly' he lifts the piece of armor (minus the arm) victoriously above his head.

[brave_kreyu]

"And I may be able to rub some of your aches away while we are there."

"A fine piece for your hoard," Kreyu rumbles. "A trophy from an enemy slain by your cunning." She may be thinking of Skellig as if he were a dragon, here.

[27_53]

"Slain with the assistance of my most powerful and agile partner," he adds, before smirking as he moves to take to the air once again, closing the distance between them. "The gray one."

Clearly from his tone as he says it, he is still amused at just how stupid the prince and the entire party was. Obviously, there was a reason he was not fit to be the next King in line for the throne, if he thought hunting down a legitimate dragon was a good plan!

"Would you like me to go with you to the ocean?" He eyes her back, the spot where he usually chooses to hold on to at the base of her neck is still relatively untouched by viscera, so he would not get too gross by settling there.

[brave_kreyu]

She snorts in contempt when he says the 'the gray one'. "Foolish, although I wonder if the rumors confused me with Heka. His scales are gray, mottled like stone, and he DOES prefer human flesh."

"I would like that, yes," she replies. She's still a bit hesitant about letting him out of her sight, after the pirate ship.

[27_53]

Without hesitation, he allows himself to alight upon her body, positioning himself for what will be a relatively 'quick' trip compared to their other flights they have take.

"Your tastes for flesh are much less violent," he says, playfully pressing his lips against one of her scales with a 'kiss'. "At least so far as consumption goes. Which I am grateful for."

[brave_kreyu]

She speaks the spell to carry their words to one another, then takes off.

"I could barely keep it together when you started talking about the preferences of the 'gray one', she tells him. "I nearly spoiled your whole plan by bursting out laughing." He can tell it amused her, from her tone.

[27_53]

"You hid your laughter well," he praises her, while laughing himself at the same time. "Had you not, I was prepared to just make some comment regarding your behavior. They seemed to take my explanation for why I had chosen such an outspoken woman for a mate without much question...I would have thought of something."

It is a good thing that he does not have to truly 'hold on' to her as she flies them towards the sea - his arms are quite tired and sore, as are the muscles in his abdomen and his thighs. Horses are not a thing to be trifled with!

[brave_kreyu]

"Of course, you are most clever," she replies, her praise completely sincere. It doesn't take long to arrive at the ocean, and she slows only long enough for him to leap off of her back with their bag before diving into the sea.

She definitely has to rub on some of the rocks to clean up the mess, which is still a ridiculous looking sight, a massive dragon rolling around on the ground.

[27_53]

Briefly as they arrive at the beach, Skellig considers if he should take the opportunity to rinse himself off as well - but the waters here are definitely not as calm as some of the other coves they have passed along their flight, and he has no desire to need a 'rescue' from the waves - plus she is making a proper mess of the rocks and sand along the shoreline as she flops and rolls along the ground trying to rid her scales of the viscera and debris.

So instead, he finds himself a large, flat rock to sprawl out upon, lying on his stomach with his arms folded beneath his chin, watching her with amusement. He takes the opportunity also to remove the amulet and fully spread his wings, the breeze from the sea ruffling through his feathers. It is a welcome feeling.

(If he closes his eyes a moment, it almost feels as if he is flying.)

He does not mean to fall asleep, but the heat of the rock and the sun is enough to push him into an accidental nap as he watches her swim.

[brave_kreyu]

When he wakes, she is sprawled beside him on the warm stone in the winged shape he loves so well. The sun and the sea water give her a lovely glow. She could almost be some siren from a tale, or a sea born goddess come to land.

"How are you feeling, love?"

[27_53]

"Better rested," he sighs, content. "I did not mean to drift off, but with the sun and the sound of the waves, this rock..."

He is certain she will understand. He stretches his body and cringes slightly at the soreness that pulls at his muscles - though at least the pain in his groin from falling off the horse has mostly eased - and grunts.

"I think the only creature I would like to ride in the future is you," he drawls.

[brave_kreyu]

That makes her laugh out loud. "I understand the feeling, I am a bit sore myself."

She grins, impish. "I believe I also desire to ride no other creature than you, if I can avoid it.

She stretches. "I thought about last night, when you mentioned someone bound to an altar and devoured in a single bite," she confesses.

[27_53]

Slightly smug, he drops his voice tone a bit lower.

"I have not stopped thinking about last night since I woke up this morning," he admits, as he moves to shift his body upon the rock and settle himself closer to her, his wing feathers brushing against hers.

(The idea that he does not have to HIDE himself out in the open is still foreign and strange for some reason.)

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu is clearly quite pleased with herself at his admission. She shifts ever so slightly closer to him.

"Shall I tie you to our bed tonight, see if I can swallow your sword more than once?" she asks, tone only slightly teasing.

[27_53]

"If I have recovered sufficiently by the time we return to our Lair, then I may be able to be persuaded to attempt such a feat."

The question will be if he has recovered.

He glances over at her playfully. "You are quite inspiring as an aid to my recovery efforts, you should know."

[brave_kreyu]

"I am glad to hear that," she replies, playful. "If you haven't recovered, I could always try out the Rod of the Sun, will need to do that at some point in any case."

She stretches, stands. "I'm sure you'd be a great help in figuring out how to best use such a tool."

[27_53]

"I would be most willing to help in that regard," he says - moving just a little too quickly to make an effort to stand up, where every muscle in his body reminds him that not only did he just ride his first horse ever but he also got thrown off it and then fell asleep on a rock.

Skellig reaches an arm out and grips her shoulder to steady himself, as his legs do not wish to cooperate just yet. He can sense her concern flare, and he shakes his head.

"Just need t'soak. Not hurt."

[brave_kreyu]

"I can carry you to the soaking pool from here," she assures him. "It's just in there a little ways," she points toward the forest.

"Unless you feel that would make the stiffness worse?" She doesn't think it would wound his pride for her to carry him, but that is also a consideration.

[27_53]

It would not wound his pride outright - after all, he knows she is much stronger than he is, and she's carried him easily before when he was injured far worse than just residual soreness from his first time on horseback. But he shakes his head.

"I think walking would ease it a little, honestly, but I would use your arm to hold my balance."

He laughs hoarsely at himself as he gathers up their bag and they set off across the sand. His gait does improve slightly once he 'reminds' his legs of how they should function. "I do not hurt, but I feel as if I have just...climbed a mountain with no experience. This is ridiculous."

[brave_kreyu]

She does offer her arm, keeps pace with him. "I also felt very odd, the first time I got off of a horse after riding one. Muscles being used in new ways is...unpleasant."

As promised, the hot spring is not all that far. Kreyu helps him into a relatively shallow spot where they can sit and soak. "Ahhh, much better."

[27_53]

"Much better," he agrees - sinking down as far as he can stand to do so in the spring, not giving a damn if his wings get wet and need preened after. They will survive, and he will manage.

After a moment of soaking in silence, he huffs under his breath.

"If we should ever have to ride again, I think I would prefer something more...supportive, to wear."

If she gets his 'hint', she may understand why he was walking with such difficulty.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu grimaces. "No wonder you were having so much trouble walking." It seems terribly detrimental to humans to be burdened with such sensitive body parts in such an exposed position!

"Do you think it would help if I rubbed the muscles in that area?"

[27_53]

"The tops of my thighs feel as if they are quite tight," he admits. "That is where most of my soreness is held, that and my stomach."

For as good of shape as Skellig has naturally been in, there are still areas that will continue to gain muscle and definition the longer he stays here in this world with her (which he intends to do so) and works. Especially come time for planting and harvest, when they eventually return to their village.

"Once we have both soaked a while, I would likely benefit from your touch, yes."

[brave_kreyu]

She moves to sit next to him. "We shall soak a while, then, and I will attempt to help your soreness in a bit."


After he's soaked enough to loosen up a bit, Kreyu swims to a position in front of him, between his legs. "Does this help?" she asks, rubbing the tops of his thighs and his stomach.