OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 10

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu has taken a different shape than is usual for her. A dragon, yes, but one of quite different build and coloration!

This shape is more serpentine, although it still has four legs and wings. Her body and her wings are covered in feathers that are all the colors of the rainbow. She fusses with some of her wing feathers, the claws of this shape far smaller, as dexterous as human hands.

"How do I look?" she asks, a little nervous about her appearance.

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[brave_kreyu]

She laughs. "All hours of the day and night," she says, a hint of teasing in her tone.

"But we will behave for now," She nuzzles his shoulder. "Not scandalize our fellow patrons by making you scream my name in ecstasy."

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Skellig is quiet for a brief moment.

"...could whisper your name against your lips if you wanted to sprawl a little higher up and kiss me again."

[brave_kreyu]

"I like the sound of that," she replies, voice low. She knows things can't get too hot and heavy, but kissing Skellig is always a pleasure.

She sprawls a little higher, her skin rubbing against his as she stretches, shifts her position to claim his mouth with her own. Gentle at first, but she doesn't resist the urge to tug a little on his lower lip with her teeth, tease just a bit with her tongue.

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It is a pleasure indeed - and her skin rubbing against his as she shifts, her teeth grazing his lip, her tongue teasing - that earns her better than a whisper of her name.

"Mmm, my Kreyu..."

That earns her a soft moan of it instead, between one of their breaks to pull in a bit of air into their lungs, settle down their bodies. He will be 'good', he knows he has to be... but he isn't going to turn down kissing her.

[brave_kreyu]

"Like it when you say my name like that," she says, voice slightly rough with desire.

She takes a few deep breaths to try and...settle things.

"Later," she reminds herself, speaking out loud.

[27_53]

Briefly, Skellig debates saying screw it and pouncing on her to kiss her senseless, touch her in all the places that drive her wild - but he knows that is just is inviting trouble.

"Later. Will be worth it."

[brave_kreyu]

"Always is, with you," she says softly. He's not the only one who is struggling with thoughts of pouncing.

She settles again, puts her head on his shoulder. "Your dragon queen should nap and digest a while, if she can manage it," she says, tone slightly self deprecating.

[27_53]

"Your owl king will oblige his dragon queen's needs," he mutters playfully, bringing his hand up to rest on her shoulder, and his wing up to cover then both slightly. "And he promises that he will make it up to her later."

A smirk crosses his features as he closes his eyes, exhaling heavily.

"Perhaps even make it up to her twice."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu chuckles. "And here I was thinking I'd be making it up to you, twice," she replies, tone playful.

"May need to find somewhere like the House of Blue Lotuses at our destination, put up a little sound proofing," she muses, fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin.

[27_53]

"I would like that," he admits. "Not that this inn has not been suitable, but I would be lying if I said that I have not enjoyed being able to spoil my wife a bit more."

He sighs softly.

"I do greatly like to hear myself say that," he adds. "My wife."

[brave_kreyu]

"Lucky for me that you do," she replies. "As I enjoy calling you my husband."

"My husband, who looks at me as though I hung the moon and the stars," her smile is warm, soft.

[27_53]

His shrug is lost to the fact that she's sprawled atop him, but she'll sense enough of it for the point to get across.

"For all I know, you took care of that before I made it here I to find you in the desert," he offers playfully, yawning. "I would not put it out of your abilities, with the way their light reflects within your eyes when you're staring up at me as we lie together beneath them."

[brave_kreyu]

Such contagious things, yawns are. She yawns shortly after he does.

She kisses his neck softly. "Coaxed out the ones in your heart, perhaps," she allows. "If my eyes shine when I am beneath you, it is the light in you that you see reflected in them."

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"You flatter me," he mutters as he snuggles himself closer to her. "But I will not protest it as I know I do the same to you, and it is well deserved."

He kisses her gently, but sleep is threatening him as his own breakfast settles and his energy shifts a bit.

"I love you, my dragon."

[brave_kreyu]

"And I love you, my owl," she whispers back.

It won't be long before they doze off, to wake a few hours later.

Kreyu sighs. "Time to say goodbye to my hands for a while."

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"Before you shift," he reaches for her hands as she speaks, to give her a reason to pause. His fingers gently intertwine with hers and he squeezes gently. "To give you a bit of a reminder, until you are able to hold mine again."

He presses his lips to her knuckles, each hand in turn.

"It will just take me a moment to finish dressing," he adds. "Then you will have your 'perch' back."

[brave_kreyu]

"My sweet and thoughtful love," her smile is a bit sappy as he squeezes her hands, presses his lips to her knuckles. "I did very well for myself, in scooping you up," her tone is slightly teasing at the very end.

She waits until he's dressed to take her cat shape, leap up onto his shoulder. Skellig can hear Xenophon and Kirke coming out into the hall, eager to get going.

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With his faithful companion at his 'side', it does not take them long to make their way out of the inn and back onto the streets.

Once they are on the road leaving the city, Skellig looks to them. "We will crush the tablets once we are back with the rest of our gear. It will be simple enough to turn them to dust, leave no doubt of their destruction."

He wonders... did Xenophon tell Kirke just how they would be traveling?

[brave_kreyu]

"Is your...cat going to assist in the crushing?" Kirke asks, voice quiet. Here tone suggests she knows that Kreyu isn't JUST a talking cat.

Xenophon squeezes her hand, grins at Skellig. "I mentioned a few things, last night."

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"She will ensure that they are turned to fine grit," Skellig says. "But we thought if either of you would like to be the first to cast them upon the ground, then by all means we would offer the option."

His smirk is knowing in response. "And I suspected you might have. Probably wise, even with you mentioning that your sister is quite brave."

[brave_kreyu]

"He did, did he?" Kirke remarks, pleased. "Only took you HOW many years to say something nice about me to a stranger?" she teases her brother.

"You are a menace," he grumbles back at her, but there's no heat to it.

When they reach the place she transformed before, Kreyu leaps off of Skellig's shoulders. "Would you make sure they don't see, love?" she asks, voice soft enough that only he will hear.

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Skellig hums his affirmation and turns their attention away from Kreyu as she moves off to shift. They don't even notice the hint of a nudge he gives them as he draws the ceramic tablets out of the bag and hands them over.

HE can sense the shift easy enough as her sheer presence changes, along with her heartbeat, the sound of breath in her lungs. But he waits for her to be fully ready before he glances back in her direction.

[brave_kreyu]

"If you would like those tablets crushed, I am prepared to assist," she offers. She sparkles in the sunlight as they turn.

"Oh, you're LOVELY!" Kirke blurts out, then blushes fiercely Xenophon claps a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.

[27_53]

It is oh so very tempting for him to reply but that's what I'm supposed to say but he refrains in this instance.

"I will arrange these new pieces of gear into our rigging while you help them with those tablets, my love?" He is listening carefully to their surroundings and they are clear of any other beings, so they do not have to worry.

[brave_kreyu]

"That sounds like an excellent idea," she rumbles.

Kirke throws 'her' tablet on the ground with some force, stamps on it, but the ceramic resists her strength.

Xenophon is less outwardly emotional, just placing his tablet next to his sister's.

Kreyu brings one foot down on the tablets with a mighty STOMP, then grinds her foot back and forth for a moment. The hated contracts are reduced to powder.

"And so strong too," Kirke says, looking at Kreyu. "Do you have any sisters?" she asks the dragon.

"Kirke!" Xenophon scolds, flushing.