<font color=teal>He sees Bartleby hovering around the entrance to the room looking in at Maria. Quietly he approaches the man and places a hand upon his shoulder. “She will sleep for some time, but she will be fine.” Moving past the startled barkeep he enters the room and stands quietly watching KayLisa. He grows very still himself, attentive to the stirrings in the air near the open window and smiles as he marks the slow and measured rhythm of her breathing. He exhales a greeting that she has not yet learned to feel and moves quietly toward her. He distracts her from her thoughts by gathering her hair in his hand and drawing it aside that he might kiss the back of her neck. As she turns toward him, he places his fingers over her lips. “One hunger at a time,” he smiles. "Come, the room and the meal are ready."</font>

<font color="skyblue">A shiver runs thru her as he kisses her neck, and all thoughts fly out the window with the cool afternoon breeze. She chuckles softly and turns, placing a gloved hand on his shoulder. "Lead on, my dear......lead on". As they turn to go to the room, she stops by Maria, and leans down, placing a kiss on her forehead....~sleep, Maria. Sleep and be well~. She straightens and places her gloved hand back on Cyril's shoulder, kissing his cheek. She smiles mysteriously at the barkeep and winks as they pass him. "She will be very hungry when she awakens, it will not be too long before she does." Her eyes glow again, in anticipation of food and more, and she smiles again. She will need nourishment of body and soul, before she starts the tedious task of their current situation............</font>

<font color="lime">The wolves watch the tavern from the safety of the trees, watching every movement, noting each leaf as it falls. The Alpha female keeps watch by the waterfall, uneasy but vigilant. She patiently waits while her two-legged sister and the two-legged with her do whatever two-legged's do ~she laughs silently~, awaiting to show them where the evil one appeared..........</font>

<font color=silver>ooc: Tries to adequately describe whatever it is that two-leggeds do.</font> :D

<font color=teal>There is much to discuss, but they eat in silence. He has never been one to move quickly from silence to speech, and is grateful that she does not seem to mind this silent sitting together without words. He adjusts his chair so that he might watch the colors of sunset play across her hair as she finishes her meal. She smiles at him manifesting that curious back and forth of the playful and the serious in the expressiveness of her face that he is learning to enjoy. He moves to the open window as she finishes, and waits for her to join him.

“Nothing, it is said among my people, is so beautiful as sunfall after a storm .....” Touching the curve of her chin, he turns her face to his, “..... present company excepted, of course.” He kisses her gently and then takes her hands, pressing his palms against hers. He smiles at the surprise in her eyes, “Life and flame move through these hands even as life and wind move through mine. Let us see what happens then, when flame touches wind.” He caresses her cheek as he draws her against himself, savoring the warmth of her closeness. “Bartleby and I have reached an .... understanding ...... about acceptable wind speeds inside the building,” he smiles as the sun warmed air begins to move around them.</font>

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~ Larry closes his eyes and sings a gospel tune. ~

ooc:no pressure :D

<font color="skyblue">She melts into his embrace, flame mixing with wind, her eyes are a solid purple glow as she looks him straight in the eyes once, then leans her head back closing them, surrendering herself to the winds.........and to him........</font>


<font color="lime">~Wolves howl in the woods, the sound eerily sounding comforting, a sound that melts into the wind, blowing softly thru the leaves, stirring them ever so gently..........~</font>


<font color="skyblue">She smiles up at him, her eyes reflecting her soul and her thoughts as she stares at him. "Wind and fire......" she whispers to him..........</font>

<font color=silver>MARIA

She begins to stir, unaware of the activity the slight movement of her hands has set into motion. Her breathing now strong and regular and the warmth and color returned to her body, she awakens, unsure at first where she is. The rattle of plates and utensils on a tray claims her attention and she turns to see Bartleby hurrying into the room with a light meal. “Sure’n it’s about time ye be wakin’, woman! Why, slept the whole day through, ye have." A distinct note of relief lies just below his bluster.</font>

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<font color="skyblue">She leans against the wall, casually wrapping his cloak around her, and reaches for a cup of wine. She stares silently at him a moment, drinking in everything she sees, as if she were a colt standing by a crystal-clear stream, seeing its reflection in the water, afraid to disturb the flow, lest it lose the beauty of the moment. She smiles softly at him, as she raises the cup to her mouth.

She grimaces at the taste, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Ugh, what I wouldn't give for some good elven made Elderberry wine...". She takes another sip nonetheless, and smiles at Cyril, waiting for her heart to calm down. ~she is amazed that she is not trying to hide the runes on her body from him, and her eyes glow softly....~

She looks towards the fireplace, and stares at the silver plate sitting on top of the mantle. She reaches to Cyril absently, and gives him a kiss, and slowly stands up, the cloak sliding to the floor softly pooling at her feet. She doesn't notice as she walks towards the plate, and grasps it in two shaking hands, staring at her reflection in the silver........."My....my eyes........".....</font>

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<font color=teal>To live is to move and such beauty lies within her movements. ~ He watches her noting the nuances of her gestures and the cadences hidden within her stillness. She moves toward him and he feels her kiss even before it reaches his lips and that has not happened since .....</font>

<font color=silver>“My ..... my eyes .....”</font> <font color=teal>The sudden tensing of her body and her words dispel his own thoughts. He shifts his position, ready to move toward her but waits unsure of what has caused her to tremble.

“..... are beautiful.” He silently completes her sentence, breathing the words into the echos of hers. He stills himself and waits for the syllables with which she will finish her own statement.</font>

<font color="skyblue">Her hands slowly stop shaking, and she stares in amazement at her eyes in the reflection....."Purple, when did they turn purple?"......She tilts her head, almost catching a whisper in the air, and sets the plate back on the mantle, turning around. She finds him staring at her, and she looks down, a blush creeping up her cheeks, but amusement slowly showing in her eyes. "They are silver/purple now.....I wonder what that means?"

She smiles at him, and bends down picking up his cloak, draping it around her, and sits next to him. "Why didn't you tell me?" She smiles, over the shock now, and caresses his cheek. "I think its time we made plans..........."...She picks up one of his hands, and places it in her lap, smiling. "Where do we start?"...</font>