Ciri
His intentions are clear throughout the long trip to Tephra. The way he places strategic kisses, nipping her just there, stoking her flames a little higher. She thinks of giving herself to him along the road but she is no common peasant and instead finds herself stopping to kiss him fully, draw him deep to her only to leave him hanging for more. Two can play this teasing game.
Between the sexual tension, he speaks to her freely of what’s on his mind. She asks him about Hyaline, what his vision was. She had meant to do so long ago when she had learned that it had been meant to be a children’s sanctuary. Yet things changed, he changed. There were more adults seeking refuge now then children. As a refugee herself, she sees the shift in the kingdom and it seems her thoughts mirror his own.
There is only a brief moment spoken of his past, of his family. It seems to be hard for him, to cause him pain, so she doesn’t press further. When he is ready he will share, she does not wish to open up Pandora’s box and agitate him with things better left unsaid. In return, she speaks of her childhood. Of the pure white mother who had dotingly loved her despite the absence of an unnamed father. Not knowing she was just one of many King’s bastards that ran rampant in these parts. She speaks of the Dale, the majestic woods and rolling hills of her youth. How something changed, how she had been lost, only to spit out into a new Beqanna.
She does not go into great detail of her life on the road, only delving into a few tales. Of meeting a child who had been hunted by a wolf, leading her through a dark forest to the safety of her mother. Of an older warrior stallion who had taken her under his wing briefly, teaching her how to fight and protect herself. There time together had been short, she never even knew his name.
Just as he is protective on his old life, she is wary to speak of her time in the Underneath. She explains the weird darkness of the place, the putrid air that made it hard to breathe, the weird vision to see through the blackness. She speaks of the Leshen and how it had hunted her, shuddering slightly at the thought. Clamming up, unable to speak of it further. One day she would share the whole story of how she came to wash up on Hyaline’s shore. One day.
Her swirling gaze is shining with brilliant silver strands as they arrive in Tephra. The fumes from the volcano billow in the clouded sky, feeling the heat of the place despite the darkening clouds on the horizon. The sulfur and ash makes her wrinkle her nostrils slightly, preferring the freshness of the lake. She wonders what this Offspring looks like, what kind of hardened people call this place home.
A tone in his voice makes her find his hungry gaze and she gives a soft breath ”Oh!” as the arousal makes another crashing wave within her. Slowly she moves closer to him, her lips pressed against the scales of his throat. Barely able to contain herself much longer, trembling slightly with her need. ”Must we wait?” She croons, whispered words dripping with seduction. Perhaps they would be left waiting for awhile, what better way to pass the time?
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was