brave_kreyu | OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 11

They are camped in the woods not too terribly far from a road.

Sometime early in the morning, Skellig hears a horse drawn wagon accompanied by men going down the road. He hears a wheel come off the wagon, hears the guards curse, hears wings the size of his own slam against wooden bars.

The wave of despair from the winged one is almost palpable.

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"Then it is a sacred space, and we would protect it," Skellig says, voice growing soft (and his tone resolute). "Because perhaps one day something similar could be recreated, it would never compare to the original, not as you have told it to me..."

Walking slowly, with her still at his side, he moves to approach the nearest wall - there has grown an outcropping of green crystals (these ones smaller, but yet still massive compared to 'normal') within reach. Cautiously, and with reverence, he reaches out to touch it with his fingertips.

"I have never...I do not have anything to compare this to, in my mind," he says, still amazed.

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"The enchantment to hide it has worked for a long time, will likely keep doing so. But more might be wise, I will have to ask Elihu if he knows anyone who might protect this place more directly."

"Neither do I," she says, voice soft. Her fingertips touch the stone near his, reverence and caution in her touch. "I don't think anyone has seen Silur in such a VERY long time. There are rumors, of course, but..." she shrugs.

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"But rumors can be tricky things."

Skellig moves to cover her fingertips with his own - it is a touch meant more to comfort, to lend reassurance of his presence, a silent I stand with you to pass between them.

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"They can be," she agrees. Her heart is warmed by his gesture, by what he means.

They've gone quite a distance from the entrance to the cave, but Skellig's ears are sharp. He might hear the sounds of a blizzard beginning above ground!

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His focus is mainly on the echoes within this chamber itself, but the cave does have a decent set of passageways for airflow and other ventilation, either naturally formed or with the help of one who can move earth and rock - so he senses the shift in the pressure, hears the wind begin to swirl.

"We were wise to bring provisions," he comments. "I sense the weather is changing."

Another look around the room, then he looks back to her. "Would you like to keep exploring, find where we might set up camp? I don't know if there might be a better place, or we would go back to the front entrance..."

(Mainly he doesn't know if it is right to linger in such a space as this, with all these crystals and this energy.)

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"I think back to the main entrance would be best. There's not much floors space here." When you can move through solid rock as if it were open air, you don't need to worry about how close the crystal clusters are to one another. "And I didn't see or sense any side passages."

Luckily the main entrance is quite large, and they can spread out as much as they please and still be protected from the wind and the snow.

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There is a nice 'nook' within the protected area of the main chamber, where the winds do not quite reach around an outcropping of rock that will be just fine for setting up a nest...

"I would situate our bedding...if you want to deal with getting a fire going?"

After all - dragon - it is kind of her specialty.

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"I can do that," she replies, "but I think I will put wards up first. Just in case."

She shivers at the sound of the wind, the FEEL of the blizzard. "I feel sorry for all the wild creatures, I hope they have gotten to shelter."

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"Good point," he says. "Wards would make most sense to do first."

Even if there is likely no chance of anyone coming to disturb them in this space - in the midst of this storm that is brewing - there is no reason to tempt fate.

"They likely have a better sense of it changing than we do," Skellig offers. "And it may be less fierce downslope, or they will have some time to prepare if the notice it has begun up here along the ridge..."

With his bag being 'well-packed' (thanks to some enchantments) he is able to start work on a nest; it will not rival that back in their space within the Great Hall, or any of the others that have been indoors. But it will be a cozy one, all the same - with two thick furs to cut the chill from the stone floor, add cushion, followed by several blankets, and some pillows.

(It is probably best for anyone who is not Kreyu to not ask about just how all of this fit within the confines of his pack.)

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Kreyu speaks the wards into being, then starts a fire. Once they have settled, she reaches for the henna supplies in her pack, pulls them out. She flushes. "I had thought I might put some henna on you? Since we will need to be still for quite some time anyway?"

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With the fire working hard to warm the space they are in (it may have gotten a bit of 'help' from Kreyu, but there is nobody that would judge them for that in this blizzard) he has already shed his coat and his boots.

"I would not object to that," Skellig says. "From the sounds of this storm, these winds and the snow...we will have to find ways to entertain ourselves."

He looks at her supplies.

"What part of my skin would you like to work on, love?"

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"I had thought about your stomach and your hips, after what you mentioned yesterday."

She starts setting up what she will need to decorate him. "I was thinking a knot pattern? The Tjes?"

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"That sounds like an excellent place to start."

Skellig works his undershirt off his body, unwrapping it from around his wings and torso. "Might need your help with the lacing on these pants," he 'suggests'. "My fingers...you know how they get stiff when it's cold."

Are they actually stiff? No.
Is he trying to be a playful brat? Yes.

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She chuckles, low. "I will gladly help my poor husband with his pants."

Once his shirt is off, she puts her hands at the waistline of his pants, starts unlacing them VERY slowly. Is she being a deliberate tease? Yes, yes she is.

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"Much appreciated."

If it had not been for their activities the night before, he would definitely be starting to show signs of arousal as she works at the laces of his pants - as it is he just smirks, amused at her teasing.

"I will have to find ways to warm my hands later, ease the ache in my hands."

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"I will gladly warm them in mine, while the henna sets," she replies. "Or any other way you'd like me to warm them."

Once the clothes are off, she helps him settle in the nest on his back. She smiles at him, soft, warm, a little shy. "The blue on your skin was a simple thing, this will be harder." She chuckles. "And I know how henna OUGHT to look, where I was cheerfully ignorant of the woad work."

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"I thought you did quite well with the woad," Skellig shrugs slightly. "It kept well on my skin, and the work was clear."

(Her shyness is adorable, though he would never say that outright.)

"And yes, the henna seems like it would be more complicated, but I have faith in your skills, my love." He adjusts one of their blankets to settle below his hips, but cover his legs - even with the fire going steadily, there is still a hint of a chill in the air that it hasn't quite gotten rid of, yet. "We have plenty of time to practice, and I have plenty of skin."

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"Thank you, love," she says, pleased at his praise. "True. Plenty of time and space to practice. You could decorate me, if you'd like? Put that pattern back on my thighs?"

She makes a rough pattern in charcoal on his skin, before she starts. A chain of Tjes knots down his stomach and his hips. Once she's finally satisfied with that, she starts the process of applying the actual henna.

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"I would enjoy getting to work on you," he says. "As my hands have grown steadier since you healed them, I will admit I have tempted to consider trying some artistic pursuits, whenever we make it back to the village and I have time..."

His skin jumps slightly under her touch, but he works to will himself to stay still, as to not mar her marks.

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"I will enjoy your working on me all the more, knowing you are doing something you have been tempted to. Giving you the opportunity to explore that part of yourself will be a pleasure."

Her palms and fingertips will likely wind up stained with henna, but she doesn't really care about that as she starts applying the paste. "Who knows, you may one day be another artist friend for Ajax." The last is said ever so slightly teasingly.

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Even with her teasing, his skin takes on a noticeable flush at her 'suggestion'.

"I would never stray from you," he mutters, laughing under his breath. "His friend, yes, I could see us as that, I will admit." Friends, yes - but not partners.

"I still cannot believe I did not notice his intentions at first," he adds, shaking his head. "Though I did consider perhaps asking him if he would sketch me, as a gift for you."

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"He needs friends, I feel," she says. "You would be good for him that way."

"I think he would take you up on that, especially if he could sketch your wings." She flushes. "I would like something like that. Silly, perhaps, when I have the real thing, but..."

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"Having a sketch would not detract from the 'real thing' in your possession," he assures her. "I know when we have wandered the halls and rooms of some of the places we have been, I have seen the art that decorates it and a part of me feels a thrill at the idea of seeing something similar, having art like that that is made in your image."

One corner of his mouth lifts slightly in a smile.

"And I feel such a great trust in our bond that I know having such a piece done would occur in the...correct...setting."

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"Perhaps he would sketch me as well, then, for you."

She kisses him, soft and gentle. "We would never wound each other with an affair, I know this in my bones."

She's almost done with setting the paste on one side of his stomach.

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"We would not," he agrees, smiling softly before he adds: "And not simply because I fear what your brothers might do with me, were I ever to wound you in such a manner."

Whatever it would be, it would Not Be Pretty, that is for certain.

He studies the henna paste on his stomach, her lines steady and well-laid against his skin. "Once this has set and we have wiped my skin clean, I feel you are going to greatly enjoy tracing this pattern..."