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]

Kreyu is purring up a storm, eyes closed. This feels so good, his touch, his warmth, so much more immediate in this shape than it is in her draconic one.

"Most fortunate," she agrees. "Getting soaked again would be quite a miserable experience."

Xenophon is busy working with dinner when Kreyu speaks only loud enough for Skellig to hear. "I hope his sister is still alive and still where she's supposed to be."

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"A concern of mine as well," he whispers softly - with both their hearing much better than standard human, they are easily able to speak between themselves.

Skellig has a feeling that this cat shape of hers will become a favorite of his, of only for the closeness it allows when she cannot show her 'true' self.

"I do not know if it would be wise to worry too much until we have arrived in Mycenae," he adds. "But a plan should be considered."

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"I could always stick the claws of this shape in some sensitive bits of the contract holder's anatomy," Kreyu offers, tone dark.

She sighs. "If she is already dead, there is nothing we can do. But if she is alive and merely elsewhere, there are many ways information can be acquired."

Kreyu is also enjoying the ability to freely cuddle with Skellig!

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"You have many tricks to encourage cooperation at your disposal."

Skellig cringes slightly at the thought of having CLAWS embedded DOWN THERE. Very unpleasant. He most certainly would give up info if that was the case!

"And you are not afraid to use them," he adds, rubbing at her ears.

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"I do," Kreyu replies, slightly smug.

Oh, ear rubs are bliss! "Feels good," she murmurs, nearly boneless in his lap.

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It is also a very good thing that they got most of their 'quota' for activities handled before they left the Lair - otherwise her purring might cause a bit of a
...stir.

"Are you going to want to eat anything? Or just thrive on my company for the evening?"

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"I am still full from my hunt," she murmurs. "And I am most comfortable right here with you."

She's a bit sleepy already, actually. Maybe it's this shape, cats sleep so many hours of the day! She yawns, stretches, then settles herself again.

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Xenophon notices that Skellig's lap has been claimed by his wife, so once the meal is done - an easy 'stew of sorts, meat and vegetables and herbs along with another flat bread - he brings over a bowl and a cup of watered wine from a skin flask.

"Thank you," Skellig says as he accepts the bowl and cup.

"I could tell she was not keen on moving," Xenophon laughs softly as he sits to eat his own. "Even as your wife, I figured...cat."

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Kreyu is dozing already by the time Xenophon is seated.

"I had heard tales of dragons," he says, voice soft. "But I would not have wagered on them being true."

He shakes his head. "I know after meeting your wife that some of them are lies. She is a person, not a ravening beast."

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"As with people, there are all types," Skellig says honestly. "Dragons certainly have strength, power, can hold grudges for millenia. They covet and desire treasures, some will go to great lengths to guard and hoard them. And they are fierce warriors, unafraid to fight or defend. So your are wise to use caution, should you ever meet another."

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Xenophon nods. "I do not think I will ever meet another," he says. "I am but a farmer's son. That fate saw fit for me to cross paths with such wonders as you and Kreyu ONCE still seems unbelievable.

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"We will aid you as we can, so that you might return to what you enjoy most. Be it farming or another trade, wherever you and your sister may find yourselves."

Skellig is choosing hope in this instance, that his sister is still alive, unharmed.

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"I am not certain what it is I enjoy," Xenophon admits. "I know farming, was raised to follow in my father's footsteps as his only son."

"There is a peace in it, tending the land. But the farm is gone, the legacy of my father, and his father, and his father's father."

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"You will find it, when you have less to worry about. Once this 'debt' has been dealt with and your sister freed, you will be able to truly LIVE, not just survive."

Skellig stirs the contents of his bowl with his spoon.

"It is an adjustment. Like grief at times, oddly enough. But you will learn how to live once more."

[brave_kreyu]

Xenophon nods.

"I do not mean to pry, Sir," he begins. "But that sounded, sounded like you were speaking from experience."

"Was it from before...." he glances at Kreyu, sound asleep on his lap.

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"It was," Skellig nods softly, glancing down at Kreyu. "I was in a rather rough state when we first met, and I have grown quite a bit since that time. I am grateful for the things she has helped me discover."

He lightly runs his fingertips over Kreyu's ears, smiling as she shifts towards his touch, still fast asleep.

"Both through this world in our travels and on a more personal level."

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"They do say that three color cats are lucky." He chuckles softly. "Perhaps she is your luck, and mine," he quips.

He gives a small yawn, frowns at his own 'weakness'.

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The frown is noticed, but Skellig does not comment outright on it.

"You have done well to gather firewood, this will last us easily until daybreak," he says. "With the wards Kreyu has put around our camp here, we will not need to keep watch."

Nevermind Skellig could hear people or creatures coming from a mile away...

He glances down at Kreyu. "The trick will be getting myself into my roll without waking the sleeping cat," he muses.

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"You might be able to shift her a bit, into your arms," Xenophon suggests?

Xenophon will slide into his own bedroll and fall asleep fairly quickly.

So long as he's careful, he can shift Kreyu into his arms without fully 'waking' her.

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Using his ability to make things lighter works in his favor; he carries her carefully as he goes and places one more hunk of wood into the fire, then settles himself down on the bedroll; with his wings as they are, he tends to sleep on his stomach, but in this case he takes a position on his side, his arms stretched out enough in front of him in a circle to give her a 'nest' to curl up in next to his shoulder and face.

Her purring is quite soothing, as she is doing so softly, even asleep as she is!

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu curls up in the 'nest' he's made for her, content.

He might still be awake when the stars come out, when the moon rises. An owl calls, bats fly above, night creatures are about. There's nothing dangerous to THEM though.

They can sleep soundly until dawn.

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Sleeping outdoors is comfortable, familiar in ways he can't quite describe in words from a human tongue. Hearing the sounds of the owl's call, the bats as they hunt, other animals moving about (staying well clear of them - not only are there people, but there is fire, and the scent of predators) in the dark... all of it is soothing, in a sense.

And her purring added to that makes sleep come easily for him.

(He stays light, as a precaution, but that is habit more than anything.)

When he stirs awake as the sky lightens, there is fur in his face, nearly in his nose - someone had gotten closer overnight!

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She did! The lure of her husband too strong to ignore! One feline eye opens, slowly, then closes. She snuggles just that little bit closer to Skellig.

Xenophon is starting to wake, although not quickly. Someone is not a morning person.

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Xenophon also deserves to rest after the stress of flight upon a dragon's back! Skellig will not fault him for that.

Without moving his body or opening his eyes, he shifts his hand to let it rest lightly upon her back; as close to a 'hug'as he can manage with her in this form.

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She presses into his touch just a little, purrs louder.

"Morning," she says at last, voice soft. "Wish I could kiss you."