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brave_kreyu) wrote2024-06-22 03:54 pm
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OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Seven
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.
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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"I hope you will get the sense you had Before back also, with time."
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Skellig smiles. "Which is a good thing. I do not mind helping, but it is nice to be able to just focus on you."
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"I would be happy to help you, when you are pulled," she adds. "Though I admit I have very much enjoyed your being so focused on me." In so very many ways.
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"Your help would be very beneficial," he says. "Healing pulls a great deal of energy from me, and having you at my side has made it easier to recover, the instances I have used it so far."
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"Have I?" she seems quite pleased that she's been helpful. "Is it the Light in me, the Karma?"
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"It is," he says. "Typically I am forced to recharge it by simply absorbing bits and pieces from those who are joyful, full of laughter, celebratory...youth works well, as they do not carry as much harsh realities as adults. I do not take much, just a hint now and again. But with you...I do not have to actively pull it, except when I am desperate. And your stores are plentiful...especially in regards to me."
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She laughs, low. "How could they not be, when you make me feel so very good? You may drink from my Light as you please," she tells him.
"And a reason you enjoy the taste of me so, hm?" she teases. She's knows it's not just the Light that he wants when he has his mouth on her.
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Even though it would be a truly desperate situation where he would pull any noticable (to her at least) amount of Karma from her reserves, he would still likely TRY to ask, first.
He leans in closer, presses his mouth to hers.
This kiss is definitely less chaste than the others they have shared so far tonight.
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When they break for air, her voice is low, husky. "Do you desire me here, tonight, beneath the stars?" She chuckles. "It is perfectly fine if you are too tired for such things." And she means that, one hundred percent.
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Skellig stretches his body out against the blankets beneath them, 'testing' himself a bit. His muscles feel fine, and he is so very comfortable with her body close to his.
"...could go either direction." He is not trying to be indecisive - just stating a fact. He presses his lips to her jawline. "But my desire...yes, I desire you my love, always."
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She tilts her head back to let him explore. "Then if your energy allows, I would give myself to you tonight, beneath these stars."
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It is certainly not their most vigorous session of lovemaking, that they get up to, but it is not any less enjoyable. Skellig suspects perhaps tomorrow when they are in the city that the rumors may continue to thicken, of the dragon taking a mate, a lover, and that their 'rituals' echoed through the far side of the valley below the volcano.
(He will try not to blush furiously, if he hears such a thing while they are shopping.)
Explore her body he does, and she does the same to him.
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Kreyu casts the language spell on him before breakfast, starts speaking in the local tongue while she cooks, explaining what she's doing. The words begin to make sense in his head VERY quickly, and he's learned a smattering of words and phrases already by the time they are ready to fly down to the city!
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"What is... what should... look for while we are in the city today?"
He asks in an attempt at getting out a full sentence, as they walk towards the entrance to the Lair.
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She applies their usual spells, darkens her skin, before they fly down to the city.
The words at the docks are less foreign to him now. People yelling at one another about getting the nets stowed properly, complaints about sailors not being in place because they're hungover AGAIN, gossip about where the fish might be.
His understanding grows, as they wander the labyrinthine streets. After a few hours, he should understand, mostly, what is being said and be able to communicate back effectively. (At least, so long as he doesn't try anything complicated.)
"Would you like to wander off by yourself for a bit?" she asks. "You don't HAVE to, but my browsing the wares here is likely to be dull." SO MANY SCROLLS.
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Nodding, affirmative.
"I think I would, if only just to listen as I walk. It is helping. I will look for the things you've mentioned, also." He has a decent-sized bag for carrying goods, and they've run through the currency several times over. He should be fine!
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Skellig will absorb much, as he wanders, his feet leading him to an area that has clearly been settled by people who are from somewhere along the Mother river. He can understand them perfectly, even where they've picked up words and phrases from the local tongue.
He has not been called since he found himself walking in the desert outside Kreyu's village, until now. The feeling that he needs to be somewhere, soon, strikes him. If he follows the pull, it will lead him farther into the neighborhood, down side streets into the poorer area. Some syncretism has happened here, Great Lady Kreyu mixed with the Winged Goddess of their home village judging by the warding signs scrawled here and there upon doorways.
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Maybe they are, maybe they are not. He is familiar and yet a stranger all at once.
Listening closely, he follows the pull (and the roughly drawn wards) down streets that grow more narrow and twisted the deeper he goes.
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"Had to get him away from Momma," she pants between rapid breaths. "But after ME now."
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"He won't catch you," he says, motioning for her to come closer to him as he kneels slightly. "Where is your Momma? Does she need help?"
Skellig does not yet send out a call for Kreyu, and keeps his emotions steady - if this is something he can handle on his own, he would not bother her.
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She comes closer, although her eyes watch the shadow of his wings. She nods frantically. "Momma's so sick. She didn't get out of bed this morning, and she's so pale."
The little girl scowls. "Momma was doing better, until he came by yesterday. His shadow's full of rats, they make things go bad." PROBABLY not a literal description.
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"We will help your Momma," he reassures her.
Shadow full of rats. Scavengers. Picking up what they can to survive and feed. The footsteps are getting closer, but he still has time. He notices the wards are quite common here on these doorways and thresholds. Has this Being been a problem for a while now?
"Do you know another way to get back to her?" Another alleyway, a side street, anything? He extends his hand to her - if she takes it, the rustle of wings will cross her mind, a calming presence in his energy.
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The being's angry footsteps fade, waver, his anger flaring as they vanish from his senses.
As they approach what must be the girl's home, Skellig sees the warding symbol over the doorway, but this one has been defaced with what looks like a bloody hand-print. Inside, he can hear a woman's coughing, hear her heart, her body weakened by disease. The White Death has had many names, Consumption, Tuberculosis, but it has stalked humanity for a long, long time.
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She is leading him so confidently in her steps, even if he would clearly be able to feel where he is being pulled towards.
Briefly he wonders what might be of the girl's father, as they near the doorway. The child did not mention him, so perhaps he is not here for one reason or another. Illness, death, travel, occupation- who is to say. The sense of suffering and overwhelming Dark strikes him hard as the girl tugs on his hand and leads him into the home.
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"It's okay Momma, he's going to help."
"Neferet," the woman starts, but her words are swallowed up by coughs that rack her body, bring up blood.
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