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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[27_53]

"I am more than willing to report on my observations as you'd prefer," he says. "I am quite interested to see how the city folk will react to their Goddess in the flesh, being able to worship you in such a manner if you would appear. I will have to do my best to play the part."

He smirks slightly - he is not too concerned about being able to distract them from his presence, not when everyone will be focused on HER when she makes herself known. He is just a random traveler, passing through the capital.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu flushes. "There are temples, but direct worship is usually only something that happens at festivals and such. You needn't bow or any of that nonsense."

"Should you need to address me while you are playing a part, they generally call me Great Lady, or Great Lady Kreyu."

[27_53]

"Great Lady Kreyu..." He rolls the words around in his mouth, letting them fall from his tongue as a 'test' as he speaks, shifting his hand to stroke her cheek with the back of his knuckles. "It suits you."

A sidelong glance.

"I doubt I will be calling you that in our chambers," he adds - knowing full well that she would likely NOT want to be addressed as such when it just them together. "But should I need to speak to you in public, I will be sure to use the appropriate titles."

He presses a kiss to her hair. "I would not wish to make you uncomfortable."

[brave_kreyu]

"It was a compromise," she explains. "Better than Goddess."

"Thank you, love. I would not wish to be Great Lady to you, not in private." She grins. "No need for such formality between equals, between husband and wife. Especially when you've known me so well," she adds, teasing. 'Know' in the biblical sense of the word.

[27_53]

"I would argue that you are my goddess," he teases gently. "And worthy of all the worship befitting your role."

He sobers slightly, but his smile remains, faint as it is as he studies the stars above them. "Though if I am to make that argument, then I must also accept that I am worthy of the same from you, as we are equals," he adds. "Which I am...getting used to. That I am worthy of the same treatment."

Which is a big thing for him to say.

[brave_kreyu]

She smiles, so very proud, because it IS a big thing for him to say.

"Your life has been turned upside down and shaken beyond recognition," she tells him, kissing his cheek. "You are are adapting remarkably well, my love."

She looks up to the stars. "You are worthy of every good thing, every joy I can manage to give you."

[27_53]

Even though he cannot remember much of his life Before, he knows that the depth of stars was not this great as the field that covers the sky above them in this moment, now that the last hints of sunset have faded from the western horizon.

"I know I am," he replies. "And I am starting to even believe it, also," he quips, twirling a lock of her hair in his finger. "You have given me more joy and instances of Light and Karma to fill my soul and my heart than I could even imagine possible. I am very grateful for that."

[brave_kreyu]

She chuckles softly at his quip. "I am grateful that I could give them to you," she tells him. "For you have given me so much, Skellig."

There's starlight reflecting in her eyes. "More than I could ever say."

They're probably protected enough to fall asleep out here, beneath the stars, wrapped up in one another's arms.
Or if his stamina has recovered, they could entertain one another under the stars in other ways...

[27_53]

His stamina has recovered decently enough, but he is also feeling quite lazy and comfortable with her body curled around his in such a manner. His ears are 'listening' for any potential threats, but there are none within range, simply wildlife at a distance.

His fingertips shift to her upper arm, stroking gently upwards to the edge of her chiton at her shoulder.

"I am finally feeling deeply connected to the lines," he mutters softly, relief in his tone. "I know it has been several days since we have been here, but it has taken some time for me to grab hold of them fully. I am much less...overwhelmed."

[brave_kreyu]

"That is very good news," Kreyu tells him, relief and delight in her tone. The gentle strokes of his fingertips feel good, soothing.

"I hope you will get the sense you had Before back also, with time."

[27_53]

"I feel it returning," he says. "Every time that I connect with the lines, it takes less effort. I have not yet felt...pulled as I have before, but perhaps that is because I am not needed."

Skellig smiles. "Which is a good thing. I do not mind helping, but it is nice to be able to just focus on you."

[brave_kreyu]

"Wonderful," she says, utterly sincere. She gives him a celebratory kiss.

"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.

[27_53]

The celebratory kiss is something that he is more than happy to accept - and accept it he does, deepening it slightly and running a hand up and down her arm, tracing lines.

"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."

[brave_kreyu]

The deepening kiss, the lines traced on her arm, start to stir certain appetites.

"Have I?" she seems quite pleased that she's been helpful. "Is it the Light in me, the Karma?"

[27_53]

Skellig is working to stir those appetites, slowly.

"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."

[brave_kreyu]

She flushes, mostly in pleasure at his words, partly in arousal as he stirs her appetites.

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.

[27_53]

"The taste of you is a pleasure all its own. There are a few reasons, yes."

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.

[brave_kreyu]

She grins at his answer, returns his kiss with equal passion.

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.

[27_53]

"My desire for you is constant," he tells her. "My energy level..."

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."

[brave_kreyu]

She shivers, delighted, when he says his desire for her is constant.

She tilts her head back to let him explore. "Then if your energy allows, I would give myself to you tonight, beneath these stars."

[27_53]

"I am certain that I may find inspiration from somewhere...perhaps even the stars above, write our own legends to dot the sky."

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.

[brave_kreyu]

They fall asleep in one another's arms after their 'ritual', wake with the pre-dawn and resume their usual routine of bathing and breakfast.

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!

[27_53]

While she cooks and talks to him, he is parroting the words and phrases back to her in an attempt not only to commit them to memory, but also improve his efforts to match the local accent a bit better - or at least that of the village along the river. (It isn't great, but it's BETTER than it was previously.)

"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.

[brave_kreyu]

"Fruits and vegetables, perhaps some meat, olive oil. Oh, and eggs, although we will need to wrap those carefully for transport."

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.

[27_53]

He has the 'list' tucked away in his mind as they wander, but his focus is on trying to absorb as much as he can (it is not yet overwhelming, he hopes he will be able to handle it but suspects by the end of the day his mind might grow tired even with the aid of the spell) as they wander.

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!