OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 11

[brave_kreyu]

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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[brave_kreyu]

"And my only desire is to rest with my beloved husband." She tilts her head to brush her lips across his arm as he strokes her hair.

"A bit tired, for some reason," she teases.

[27_53]

His smirk shifts into an outright grin, and his laugh is just a hint wicked.

"No clue as to what that reason might be," he murmurs. "Perhaps just coincidence... maybe the storm."

[brave_kreyu]

Oh, that laugh. Even tired and sated as she is right now she loves it when he laughs like that.

"The storm is a fierce thing," she murmurs, "that must be it." Her eyes are sparkling with humor. "I would not dare fly in this, even in my draconic shape."

That is entirely true. She is strong in that shape, yes, but there is also quite a LOT of surface area to be struck by such fierce winds!

[27_53]

"I suppose then, in that case it was wise for us to pack so much food," he says, closing his eyes and allowing his focus to shift on 'listening' to some of the finer details around them - the faint rustle of their feathers, her heartbeat beneath his ear as he rests his head against her skin, the winds outside as the storm continues on, the pops and cracks of their fires quiet embers...

"Will allow us more time to take advantage of this cave," he yawns.

[brave_kreyu]

"Most wise," she murmurs in agreement. "More time to enjoy this nice den we've made." She yawns, sleep pulling at her.

[27_53]

Sleep is pulling firmly at them both, and Skellig sees no need to fight it.

"All the time we want," he whispers softly.