OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Eight

[brave_kreyu]

They spent yesterday helping curtail an outbreak of the White Death and doing a bit of shopping. Luckily, or not, depending on your point of view, they ALSO found out that today is the day the former slaves they plan on helping go before the judge.

That means this morning has involved a lot of preparation on Kreyu's part, because if she is appearing in an Official capacity, she must look just so. She is very grateful that Skellig is willing to help her make the small braids and decorate them with beads that match the dress.

"You can see part of why I don't do this very often," she quips.

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[brave_kreyu]

"I had intended to, but with so many people needing my attention, my own needs slipped my mind." The robe is a lovely green, so very soft, and she sighs in pleasure as he helps it slide over her body. She smiles her thanks as she takes the wine, sips.

"I am sure they did," she replies, laughter in her eyes. "That merchant with the good luck charms that startled you so the first time we visited sent a great many young folks scampering for more charms, even unbaked clay."
She is considerate enough to wait until he doesn't have anything in his mouth before she quips. "I think I must have laid hands on every phallus in his stock."

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"Him," Skellig sighs heavily, shaking his head, amused. "He was sold out by the time our spot in line snaked around to his stall, and was desperate for anything that he might have been able to find for you to bless."

And then the second part of her comment hits - thankfully AFTER he has swallowed down a mouthful of wine, though he still is taken aback and has to clear his throat slightly at the image in his mind.

"Not that I ever have a reason for concern," he says. "But I am grateful that the only actual phallus you have most likely laid your hands on today is mine."

He says most likely because...while he does not think she would have touched another (certainly NOT in the manner she touched him this morning in the pre-dawn hours!) there may have been a legitimate, medical reason...

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs. "Only yours today, which I am glad of." Speaking of touching him this morning. "Your body did not cause you difficulties today, I hope? You seemed quite spent after this morning..."

She sips the wine more eagerly, thirstier once the first sips have passed her throat.

[27_53]

"I was quite spent," he assures her, laughing low as he drinks another sip of his wine and pulls the 'tray' he has prepared closer, selecting for himself a few olives to start with. "And I did not encounter any...difficulties. While in the judge's hall, I was more focused on listening to the energies of those who were gathered inside when you made your appearance."

He smirks.

"You did excite one young man as you moved outdoors, he mistook your smile for me as one for him," he adds. "I did not have the heart to disappoint him so harshly, but reassured him that if not you, perhaps a woman nearly as beautiful would find his heart soon enough."

A pause. "And I did have to gently clarify to Iset that I am happily married, as it had never been discussed when I healed her and Neferet the other day."

[brave_kreyu]

"That is good. And I am quite relieved that I was able to turn their hearts toward compassion."

She laughs, amused, at the plight of that poor young man. "That poor fellow. Perhaps he will find his heart as I have found mine." Her smile at Skellig is soft, warm, intimate.

She's less amused at his statement about Iset, but not ANGRY, as such. "I can not fault her taste," Kreyu admits. "You would make a fine husband for any woman." She shakes her head, bemused at her own feelings. "And yet part of me wants to mark my claim to you. Folly."

She nibbles at the snacks he has set out, easing her hunger.

[27_53]

"She mentioned at one point while we were awaiting our moment for your audience, that she would some day like to meet my wife," he replies, smirking slightly. "I was quite careful to keep the fact that she would be doing so in short order to myself."

He toys with his cup.

"Neferet was...interested, greatly, in the shadows. She mentioned when I arrived at their home that she could feel all of them 'pulling' towards the center of the city," he says. "She could not tell me why, but then after she had met you, she had an opinion as to why you had not yet taken a husband."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu laughs. "Most wise of you, my dear husband."

Kreyu is interested in his description of Neferet sensing the shadows 'pulling' toward the center of the city. "Why did she think I had not taken a husband?" she asks, curious.

[27_53]

"She said that your shadow was 'huge', that it filled the entire square."

Skellig sips more wine, recalling the conversation's details.

"And that if you were to take a husband, he would likely be squished," he adds. And then he adds the 'squish' sound effect, for good measure - because this is a four-year-old they are discussing, and accuracy matters for something. "Squished."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu can't help it, she breaks into laughter at his retelling complete with sound effects.

"We did need to be careful when I was in my dragon shape," she admits, when she finally stops laughing. "But you can assure her that I would be most careful not to squish a husband."

[27_53]

Skellig joins her in laughter - it is a good feeling, one that boosts his own Light energy and in turn he can allow more of it to bleed off into her reserves. "I reassured her that I felt as if you had probably undergone quite a lot of self-training and teachings to understand how to control your own gifts," he says. "And I told her that perhaps if chosen, she might become one of your Wise, someday."

He reaches a hand out, palm up on the table to her.

"As I am one of your Wise," he adds softly.

[brave_kreyu]

She puts her hand in his, grasps his fingers gently. "No one will ever be one of my Wise quite like you are, my love," she assures him. "You are unique."

"But I will put her and her mother in contact with a student of my students to keep an eye on her, begin the basics of training in a year or so." Her smile widens. "And perhaps, when she is older, if she wants to see her mother's homeland, she will stay with us a while, in our village?"

[27_53]

Something in Skellig's expression shifts when she says the words when she is older, as if a piece of his mind has been unlocked that was once hidden away - in reality, while he has known that binding his soul to Kreyu's was for all eternity...he has not yet truly had a tangible piece of the 'future' to think about.

And now she has presented him with one.

His heart is truly full with her love for him as he squeezes her hand gently.

"It has been so rare that I can remember having a future to look forward to," he admits. "And now, with you my love, I cannot wait to see what the next day brings as dawn breaks on the horizon."

[brave_kreyu]

She would be sad at the fact that he has so rarely had a future to look forward to, but he is so very happy that it brushes any sorrow away.

"I am so glad that you feel that way," she tells him. "When I am with you, it is as if everything is new, wonderful, waiting for me."

She ducks her head a little. "Though for the next few days I have no intention of leaving the Lair. I will need to replenish my reserves of Karma and recover from being around so many people and their emotions." Her eyes look up at him. "I hope today hasn't put you off the idea of being known as my husband?"

[27_53]

"I made sure to bring back quite the haul from the market," Skellig says. "We have enough vegetables, fruit, bread and other smaller things to last us several days. They should keep easily enough. And I could hunt for us if need be, or fly into the city on my own to fetch some meat. There is also spiced lamb which I got us tonight..."

Speaking of - they should eat some of it. Skellig rises up from his chair (and takes the opportunity to refill their cups of wine) before he wanders over to the 'counter' in the kitchen, gathering up the skewers. "They had not been off the fire long, I am not worried about them being too chilled..."

Once they are unwrapped, he returns to the table and sets them down between their spaces, beside the other tray of snacks. Then, he meets her eyes again.

"As for your other question, no. It has not put me off the idea of being known as your husband." A small smile, one that is privately for her alone, graces his features. "If anything, it strengthens it, because it would allow me to be by your side throughout any similar instances, and we would be able to draw strength from each other's company."

[brave_kreyu]

"You are the most thoughtful of men," she praises him.

She eases a piece of lamb off of the skewer, pops it in her mouth, and makes a pleased noise. It is quite good, and her body is craving protein.

Her joy is so very bright at his answer. "That would let me draw strength from your presence, for a certainty." She sips her wine. "But you do realize you are likely to wind up...worshiped, no matter how I introduce you?"

[27_53]

"I realized that quite early on," he admits - and he does make a slight face at the thought of it. "And then once I returned to the square and heard the voices, saw the crowd that had formed, felt the energy...it became evident that it was a future which included me in it."

He pauses a long moment, his focus shifting to a bite of lamb - and then he waits until SHE has cleared her mouth, before he speaks again.

"...I will admit that I would not look nearly as stunning in that dress as you do," he teases. "So I will have to find something else to wear."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu laughs again at his comment about the dress. "We will find something you like that suits you and your wings," she promises.

She pops another bite in her mouth, chews, swallows. "Though I would find you handsome in anything, so I may not be the best judge for such things." Another sip of wine, where she gazes at him over the rim. "If I did not wish to keep ravishing you regularly on the silks we stole from Heka, I would suggest those as a fabric."

[27_53]

"Perhaps we can have another length of silk commissioned by a craftsman, in a similar color to those," he replies coyly - meeting her gaze with one of his own, which has begun to smolder slightly. "I am certain that if it is known what the Great Lady Kreyu desires it for, to present her husband to her people, it could be managed easily enough."

And probably even gifted, though he knows they both would insist on trying to pay for the work and product.

"Because I intend to keep those silks...private." He grins. "Only my wife should see the way the color enhances my eyes in such a way."

[brave_kreyu]

The smolder in his gaze stirs a different kind of hunger in her. Never mind that she sated it this morning bringing him to ecstasy. "I'm sure you're correct. A similar color could be requested."

"I like the idea of keeping those private," she admits, voice dropping low. "Enough that I am pondering certain after dinner plans, since my husband has been so thoughtful and effective in restoring my energy."

[27_53]

"Your husband also took the time to consider your after-dinner needs," he replies, innocently. "The bed has been prepared for whatever you would like to do upon it."

He fetches a piece of fruit, pops it into his mouth before chewing slowly and carefully.

"Be it simply resting, or receiving a private session of...worship and attention."

[brave_kreyu]

His mention of a 'private session of....worship and attention' makes her heart speed up, makes heat and want curl in gut.

"I do have the finest husband," she replies, voice low and slightly rough with want. "But is not only my day that has been long. Would my husband's energy permit the rigors of such a session?"

He's said his desire for her is constant after all, so presumably THAT isn't an issue.

[27_53]

Desire is not the concern in the slightest - his stamina is, and she is right. It has been a long day, for both of them.

"So long as we were to start slow," he says. "I believe I may have enough energy remaining within me for at least one session." A smirk curls at one corner of his lips, expression devious. "We could consider it dessert, to cap off the evening."

He glances at the table - there is still plenty of food left upon it, and he would not see it go to waste - especially if they don't want to leave the Lair.

"Tell you what...you go get comfortable, allow me to clean this up, and I will join you in our bed in just a moment?"

[brave_kreyu]

She leans over to kiss him. "Thank you, Darling."

She walks slowly over to the bed, idly pondering taking off the robe. She decides to keep it on, since he seems to enjoy undressing her. She vanished her wings when he helped her slip into the robe earlier, so there's no trouble settling herself upon the bed in a tempting sprawl.

Closed as it is, the robe doesn't reveal much. But the gaps here and there suggest the curves of her body, that if one stood in just the right position one could see parts of her that the public is not allowed to gaze upon.

She lets her body relax, shuts her eyes, while her other senses keep track of what Skellig is doing.

[27_53]

It does not take a great deal of effort to tidy up the leftovers from their evening meal and get things tucked away in a manner that they will not spoil - eventually he makes his way back over to the bed, with a small bottle in his hands - even though it is sealed, she will likely be able to pick up on the scents within. There is also a damp cloth draped over one shoulder.

It is herbal and floral at the same time, and a hint medicinal - sandalwood, perhaps cedar as well, and rosewater, mixed with a fine sweet oil.

Skellig hums his approval as he approaches the bed and sees her sprawled upon it, and then climbs carefully onto the end of it, settling to sit at her feet and take them into his lap. With his hands, he first wipes her bare skin with the damp cloth - working at removing the layer of (to be expected) dust and sand from her feet.

[brave_kreyu]

Her eyes open as he approaches and her smile widens.

She is intrigued by the scent, but doesn't ask about it just yet. She sighs in pleasure and comfort as he takes her feet into his lap and wipes the bare skin. "That feels lovely. Thank you, Skellig."

"No matter how careful one is, sweat and dust build up."