OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu has gathered plenty of henna and even woad, a blue dye, for some experiments with designs on Skellig's skin.

"The blue would look lovely on you, I think," she remarks. "Your fairer skin would show it off quite well. Though I am far more experienced in applying henna."

She's gathered bits and pieces of designs to look at for inspiration. Celtic style knots, viking style abstract patterns and stylized beasts, the mandala and floral type designs he's admired on her, and more.

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"You will not go alone," he says. "I...it would cause me greater distress if harm were to come to you without me there at your side, than if I was to partake in things that I am not yet entirely accustomed to doing."

He sighs softly. "There are ways in which I will be able to help that may not include direct conflict," he suggests. "I will not shy from it if it is needed, but I can explore options once we survey the ship and the scene."

[brave_kreyu]

She nods, kisses him on the cheek.

"Possibly. We will have to see what exactly is going on once we get there."

She yawns slightly. "All the more reason to get plenty of sleep tonight."

[27_53]

"Indeed, quite a good reason." Skellig sinks down further into the bed (and snuggles as close to her as he can get without making it actually uncomfortable) and a yawn also escapes him.

It has been a very long day.

Typically between the two of them, he is often the earlier riser - but given how strongly the spell and ritual took hold of him, he is not going to wake up at his usual time. He does not dream (which is likely a good thing, in this instance) and simply rests, catching up on much-needed sleep, which is body is very grateful for!

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu slips out of his arms in the morning without waking him up completely, washes herself, and then goes to work on breakfast and packing for the trip.

She intends to spoil her poor tired husband a bit this morning! There is yogurt, fresh fruit, and an actual LOAF of bread this morning.

She's slicing fresh figs in half, dipping the cut side in honey, and caramelizing them just a bit. The honey is from the same jar that Skellig has tasted on HER on more than one occasion.

[27_53]

Between the smell of the bread that she has baked and then the smell of the honey-caramelized figs reaching his nose, he eventually stirs awake enough to realize that he is alone in the bed (not a worry, her heartbeat is still close to him, he can sense it without opening his eyes) and he stretches his body and yawns, blinking his eyes open to look for her.

Sleepily, he grins when he sees her glance up at him from where she's working on breakfast.

"You beat me," he murmurs. "I truly must have been tired."

[brave_kreyu]

"I did rather wear you out yesterday," she says softly, her tone slightly apologetic. "How are you feeling?"

She snatches the pan with the figs off of the fire before 'caramelized' becomes burnt. Today's chiton is a dark blue with flower patterns in white. She's pulled most of her hair up in a bun on top of her head, secured it with large bronze pins stuck into it in strategic places, but some of it has already escaped those confines.

[27_53]

"Much more lively than I did at the end of yesterday," he stretches again - something pops in his upper spine and he grunts in a combination of pleasure and discomfort as he rolls his neck, then pushes himself up into a sitting position at the edge of the bed (sheet draped over his waist - if she's dressed, he'll not 'torment' her with his own nudity just yet) and shrugs his wings slightly. "This is definitely not the body of a teenaged youth."

A smirk.

"Though I seem to believe you prefer the more aged and experienced model."

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"That is a relief to my heart," she replies. The worry fades, even though she hears that pop in his upper spine.

She laughs. "I prefer you as you are, my love." The bread isn't quite cool enough to cut into, so she leaves it be for now. "Although I would love any form that you were comfortable in, as it would be YOU."

[27_53]

"Shifting is not my strong suit," he says. "So this is the version you are likely going to endure."

Rising to his feet, he moves to gather a clean towel and a fresh kilt from what they've reorganized and sorted into 'his' chest - at some point or another, it became obvious he needed his own storage space, what with the rate he was going through kilts and acquiring treasures.

This time he does not bother to hide his body from her view. And yes, he can feel her watching him.

"I would wash then join you," he comments, glancing over his shoulder.

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"I think you meant enjoy, love," she teases when he makes that comment about enduring.

"That sounds like a good plan," she replies, smiling. "I think the bread will be cool enough to cut into by the time you've washed and dressed."

[27_53]

"It smells delicious," he says. "I am looking forward to it. I will be right back."

Skellig is not one to saunter, especially not in the manner in which she has been known to do. But birds do have a tendency to 'strut', especially when they are trying to show off for their mate. So he might just do that, on his way out of the room as he goes to wash up and then dress himself.

When he returns, he is dressed in one of his simple kilts with a basic belt, and his hair is finger-combed into some semblance (not much) of order. The 'tattoos' she painted on his skin are still holding well, which pleases him.

[brave_kreyu]

She's pleased with his praise and she enjoys his strut.

Kreyu is breaking into the bread when he returns. "It seems to have come out well," she tells him. "It takes longer to rise when it is like this, so I have not made proper loaves often."

There is chai too, for breakfast. Plenty of good, nutritious, tasty food to fuel them up for a busy day!

[27_53]

A busy day indeed - hunting for prey is something to be well-prepared for, regardless of the species!

He perches on a chair nearby her at the table, sniffing the air and looking over the spread she has laid out for them. "If I did not know any better, I would suspect you are trying to spoil me, my love." He's teasing, of course, and patiently waits until she's sliced up some of the bread before he reaches for a piece.

[brave_kreyu]

"You've figured out my cunning plan," she teases back.

The bread is still warm, soft. It's whole grain too because the technology to make it NOT whole grain does not yet exist.

"Would you like some honey on your bread?"

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"Yes please," he says. "It is such a good blend of it... you know I would enjoy it on anything."

Including his dragon.

"And I do not object to being spoiled," he adds. "Because I know you allow me to do the same to you."

[brave_kreyu]

She drizzles some honey on his slice of bread AND hers, an unusual move for her.

"I do," she admits. "I quite enjoy it when you spoil me or I spoil you," she confesses in a conspiratorial whisper.

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Skellig accepts the bread - and first tears off a chunk that has not been touched by honey, popping that into his mouth. (He wants to try just her efforts first!) From the sound he makes as he chews - that is definitely bread he approves of!

"I do not think I have ever had bread this good," he comments. "The grains give it quite a nice flavor."

The second bite with honey is also good. As is the fruit and the yogurt!

[brave_kreyu]

He'll be able to tell that Kreyu is VERY pleased that he likes the food she made. Her wing feathers puff up a bit with pride.

"Thank you. The soil here is not as good for grain as the soil the Mother River brings our village, but the wheat we do grow here has a fine flavor."

"I was thinking of making the trip until we sight them in my dragon shape, for speed," she explains as she serves herself some breakfast. "Especially since we don't know EXACTLY where they are."

[27_53]

Normally Skellig would either wait until she has served herself or offer to serve her; but he is hungry, sometimes instinct takes over (as it does in this instance) and he also knows that she is a fully capable adult and she can fend for herself. They are both predators, both hunters, both able to obtain their own food - be it from a plate on the table or out in the wild.

"I would not mind getting a chance to fly with you," he says. "Even if in your dragon shape it is more as if I am...hitching a ride, so to speak."

He smirks. "We've proven I'm good at sighting our prey from afar. And it would give me a chance to practice bailing off before you move to strike."

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Kreyu nods. "A good thing to practice, that maneuver. I think I barely slowed down the first time you needed to get off of me quickly."

To be fair, she was more than a little FERAL at the time.

Once they've cleaned up after breakfast, Kreyu packs a small pack of supplies. She doesn't plan on them being gone too long, and only so much can be readily carried by her Eagle shape.

She starts pulling pins out of her hair, although by this point about half of it has already escaped its confinement.

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Skellig's bag of supplies is even smaller - he expects after all to carry both of their bags for at least part of the journey - and it isn't like he needs all that much anyways. He notices her moving to pull down her hair, and moves himself closer.

"Let me help get some of those," he says, as he approaches and stands behind her. "It appears your mane is feeling a bit wild today," he teases gently as he twirls a loose strand around one of his fingers.

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs at his comment about her mane feeling wild. "It SHOULD stay up with all those pins in it, but it never does," she huffs.

She's more than happy to let him pull the pins out of her hair while she gets her chiton off by unpinning it.

[27_53]

"Free-spirited, we will call it."

Once he has the pins free and set aside, and she has removed her chiton, he can't resist the urge - it is slight, given that his body is still tired from their previous day's escapades - to allow his hands to fall to her shoulders, rubbing slightly before he smooths them down her back to trace along her spine.

Leaning in, he presses a kiss to her hair near her ear. "We will both fight well today," he says.

[brave_kreyu]

She leans into his touch, sighs in pleasure. "We will, my love."

Once they are outside the Lair, she takes her dragon shape and casts the usual spells to carry words, ease their journey and hide them from prying eyes down below.

"Fair wind and clear skies, good hunting weather!" she rumbles as they climb higher into the sky.

[27_53]

Each time that they fly together like this, he is finding it easier to settle in against her scales, brace himself and adapt to her movements, anticipate her motions simply based on how she feels as her muscles (so powerful!) move beneath him.

"Hunting is much more pleasant when it is not in the midst of a raging thunderstorm," he agrees. (Last time they both got MUCH too wet, and there was the whole instance of him getting stabbed...)