brave_kreyu | OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine

Relief floods Skellig's system - relief that he did not even know he was holding out hope for - at that news. That kind of news definitely deserves petting, so he reaches up and strokes a hand over her fur as he sighs.

(The exhaustion is starting to set in, but it is entangled with the relief that perhaps Revenin will not set him alight the moment he first meets him.)

"I am glad and grateful to hear that, my love," he says honestly. "I know that was important to you, very much so." Even if Kreyu would not have done differently if Revenin had 'disapproved' of Skellig - it is not like he would have expected her to dump him off to the side like trash! But it is still her family, her brood brother, and he knows it means something.

Skellig can feel her relief as she presses against his hand. "It is a great relief to my heart," she admits. "You would be my husband, my heart, no matter his response, but I had hoped for something like this."

She can tell he is weary, and she's getting that way herself. "Shall we go back to the Lair, love, get some rest?"

"I think that is the best course of our actions," he agrees. A glance towards the road (is it a road, or perhaps just a very large path?) that leads towards the village confirms that everyone is on their way, moving towards their new beginnings. "We will have to wait awhile until they have fully moved on, but at the pace they are setting, it will not take long."

And that will give them time to finish packing the things that they have gathered from the ship, Skellig using some of the larger canvas sacks to fill with the things that they have chosen to take back for themselves. Tucked carefully away is the box with the finely carved puzzle ball, as well as the sack with the gemstones and the dagger. Once he has listened well enough and he is certain that they are out of sight, he steps clear of the shoreline, gives her room to shift back to her dragon form, then readies their 'cargo' for the flight back to the Lair.

"What of the ship?" He asks, as he hops 'aboard' her back and settles in to his usual spot, the spells already active around him for protection. "If we sink it, it will be of no use for scrap. But perhaps it could just be disabled, in some way, so that it would never sail again?"

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"I think I can manage that," she rumbles. The keel was designed to withstand a lot of things, but a DRAGON pulling on it was not one of them. It won't take long to make the ship no longer seaworthy!

After that, it's time for a straight flight back to the Lair and a quick round of unpacking.

She's glad to be able to take a human shape again, because it means she can wrap her arms around Skellig, kiss him softly.

"My love."

There are a lot of things attached to those two words - especially with the way he says them as she allows his arms to wrap around her body (he has missed this shape of her) and his lips to press against hers. It is an expression of gratitude, a statement of fact, a declaration of belonging and so much more...

He lingers for a moment with his forehead resting against hers, before he leans back slightly and looks at her face, her chest - checking for burn marks or bruises, anything he might have missed that may have filtered over. He doubts there is anything that 'survived' her multiple shifts, but he wants to be certain...

Her heart is so very warm at what she senses in those two simple words.

"I am well, my love," she says, smiling softly. "Though we can wash up while you check me more thoroughly if it would make you feel better."

For once, there's no innuendo attached to that statement. They are both tired, physically and emotionally.

"I would like that," Skellig says honestly. "And then I would like to take you to our bed."

And for once, there is no innuendo attached to that statement either. He offers her a smile - it is slight, but it is genuine.

"I should like that very much," she replies.

Washing up doesn't take long, and soon they are back in THEIR bed. She's rubbing the skin ointment onto Skellig because he has, of course, gotten a bit burned. Her strokes of his body are slow and soothing.

Inwardly, Skellig is still feeling relatively decent, all things considered - other than his sunburn, there are only a few areas he has found himself sore and tired. However emotionally...he is struggling a bit, unsure of what exactly he can be feeling, what he should be feeling. Lightness and Darkness entangled earlier in his mind have mixed things, and then there is the anger and frustration intermingled with peace and understanding.

At some point while she is working the ointment into his skin, he shivers firmly, leans into her touch.

"More of them behaved than I expected," he mutters quietly. "We were convincing enough."

"Yes," she agrees. She presses a little firmer, slows her touch just a little more. "I, I am glad they behaved," she confesses. There is Light and Dark entangled in her too, right now.

"We have brought Light of out Darkness, brought forth good from poison. That is no small thing."

"It gave me hope," Skellig says. "I know there were some that were beyond our assistance, but it felt right to at least try for the others, give them mercy when we were able."

Skellig is still bothered (and will be for at least a short while) at the blood spilled by his hands. But he does not show that outwardly and it will fade in enough time, as she works her fingertips over his skin.

"I know we cannot save them all. That is a given, no matter the circumstance," he admits. "But to see the majority of things change in the way we desired, I will come to deal with that."

"It gave me hope too," she replies. She kisses the back of his neck, gentle. "I thank you for that, my most wonderful husband."

"I know there will be adjustments we will each have to make, throughout this," he says after a moment. "I am grateful to have a partner such as yourself at my side."

He smiles softly, leans back into her touch a bit. "And with a few items to add to our hoard at that, it is not all for naught." Yes, he said our hoard. And yes, they will likely need to start a second chest for Skellig himself at this rate, the way he is gathering things on their journeys.

Kreyu flushes, pleased. "Thank you, love."

"And lovely items they are," Kreyu tells him, proud of him as anything. "With Elihu coming back to the Lair to stay for a while, we could go wherever we please until it is time to go back to the Village. So many wonders to see, so many treasures to find."

Her heart is full of excitement. "I had thought of going North, after we have settled things for Xenophon and his sister. To see the tree leaves change to so many brilliant colors, perhaps even far enough North to see snow fall."

"I look forward to such adventures," Skellig says honestly. "And wherever you would guide us to in our travels."

And he knows that cold weather, leaves changing, snow falling from the sky - those are all the more reasons to have her cuddled close to him, curled up at his side - things he will never turn down the opportunity for!

"Do you expect it will take long, the matter of settling the debts?" He can sense her heartbeat rising as she 'daydreams' of the adventures they may find themselves in once their task has been completed. "I know we will have to pack for that, then our journey past it."

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"I do not think it will take long," she says after a little thought. "Especially if I pull out a draconic shape." She chuckles, the sound slightly wicked.

"Due to politics, I will have to look different than I usually do when we visit Xenophon's homeland. I had thought of using a shape I have not taken in a long time -a serpentine like dragon, like Elihu, but covered in feathers of all the colors of the rainbow. What do you think?"

"I think it sounds a lovely shape," he says, shifting their bodies so that they can better curl up together in the bed, his wings tucked carefully at his back and a bit out of the way - that way they can settle face to face easier. "You are already more radiant than the brightest rainbow that may grace the sky, so it would be fitting to see you as such."

He reaches out and strokes a bit of her hair back away from her face, tucking an unruly strand behind her ear.

"The cat was smart," he adds. "You did not wound your beak and hands, this time, in getting to me."

She flushes when he says she is more radiant than any rainbow, but she's pleased too. She leans into his touch when he strokes her hair back out of her face.

She's a bit embarrassed about how she damaged herself last time. "It helped that I couldn't, couldn't smell your blood, feel that you were dying."

"And I CAN learn from my mistakes, no matter what Revenin sometimes mutters," she huffs under her breath.

"Your desire to get to me, rescue your mate...that was no mistake," Skellig says with a faint shrug. "If I were to feel the same from you, I might act in a similar fashion. And if we are being honest, it is my hope that you will never have to feel that way again, feel and sense those feelings through our bond, smell my blood in the way that you did."

Skellig has no intention of going anywhere, thank you very much!

"Your shifting...are you only able to call upon shapes that you can used before, or can you adapt them to your needs?"

She nods. "That is my hope too. Never again would still be entirely too soon."

She smiles, proud. "I can take the shape of any living creature that I please, alter them to suit my needs. It is more expensive, in terms of energy, than taking one of the shapes of my soul."

"My shape changing is my greatest skill, as Revenin's is fire and Elihu's is storm."

Nodding, he makes note of those details - Revenin fire, Elihu storm, Kreyu shape - and tucks those thoughts away into his brain to save details of later.

"Should I take a different form, while I am present? I would not wish to cause a scene upon our arrival in Mycenae," he says. "You will likely have to rework another piece of jewelry, but I am sure there are more to find."

"You should be able to change how you appear by picturing a new shape in your mind when you put on the amulet," Kreyu replies. "It may take some practice for you to get the new form set in your mind, but we will have time for that."

She smiles. "Not that I would object to finding new jewelry to decorate you with."

"I will work to practice it," he says. "But it may be easier if you are the one who finds other pieces for me to wear in the meantime."

All of that, however, can come later. Right now he is sprawled out and curled up in the bed with her, slowly relaxing in their space.

"Will definitely need to have clothing made when we start to get North enough that it gets cold," she muses out loud as they relax.

"Might need to bundle up in some blankets by the fire with my husband, wait out a storm or two."

Stretching slightly, the contact of his body and hands against hers is still strictly nonchalant, relaxed - he is in no mood or effort to take her and truly bed her in this space tonight, he is just too tired.

But that thought is one that pleases him.

"I am certain that we will find a place to do that," he says. "I would gladly curl up with you, share warmth and whatever our bodies might desire to aid us in keeping comfortable." A smirk. "Even though it will take longer to undress, we will likely manage."

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