Tavern by the Creek (The Curses) Part III

[TAOWolf]

The wolves watch the tavern and surrounding area carefully, watching unseen from the shadows. Starlight sends out a message to Fire-eyes that all is well, and sits watching her area, thinking of the stars and the night...........

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[TAOWolf]

She motions him to sit next to her, and wraps part of his cloak around him, and sets his head in her lap, stroking his hair......"rest, you are tired.........". She looks into the fire, and her eyes become unfocused as she keeps watch.....

[Cyril Darkcloud]

ELSEWHERE – a place where life is lived close to the skies

Kiria’na

It has spoken much to her, this wind-borne touch whose feel still lingers in her memory. ~ Can it really have been seven years since that night he last held me? Since that night .... ~ Tears still flow with the recollection of his leaving upon the Exiling Winds and there have been many more tears than usual these last days since the touch of his life met her upon the winds. A name came with that touch. A name was spoken by that touch. A name that means ...... “Who can she be this outsider woman?” There is no knowing what and how to feel. There are simply feelings, intense and conflicted, and so she has come here to this place he carried her upon his shoulders long years ago. The touch she felt has spoken much to her, but much of what it has said she does not understand. The flow of tears slows and her hands stroke the feathers of the owl that sits upon her lap.

[TAOWolf]

As she keeps watch, Starlights message breaks in, and she smiles, shaking her head, her eyes coming back into focus. As she continues stroking Cyril's hair, she sends back a message to not come up where they are, to hold fast and wait.....

~making that arrow and placing has taken alot out of him.....~
She is curious about the golden arrow-head, but will not ask about it...

She glances down, and nearly dumps Cryil on the ground. Glowing a soft silver/blue is a new rune carved into her right ankle. She quickly looks up at the stars, whispering "Time creeps closer and closer, another rune appears.......when I have all 24 on my body....." She shudders not wanting to think about that right now......

Laying a hand along Cyril's cheek, she leans down and whispers in his ear, "I probably should get dressed?".......

[Cyril Darkcloud]

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TAOWolf posted:
She motions him to sit next to her, and wraps part of his cloak around him, and sets his head in her lap, stroking his hair......"rest, you are tired.........". She looks into the fire, and her eyes become unfocused as she keeps watch.....

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ooc: Wow! I don't think Cyril's ever been that relaxed with anyone.

The memory of that violent afternoon so soon after the death of his wife haunts him like nothing else and the deaths of that afternoon have provided the talon for the arrow’s strike. He rests upon her without even realizing it, simply content to feel the warmth of her body. Strength slowly returns to his own body as he rests, the ring no longer straining to keep pace with the physical damage of the previous weeks – she has done her healing work well, indeed. She touches him and whispers and he stirs with surprise as something of his normal alertness suddenly asserts itself from within his lingering exhaustion, “What? How long have I been like this?” He sits upright, a confused and tired smile on his face as her laughter sounds in his ears. He kisses her lightly on the cheek and whispers, “I think I missed what you were just saying.”

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[Cyril Darkcloud]

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TAOWolf posted:

OOC:*taking advantage of him being tired, which means he couldn't fight when she pushed his head into her lap *

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ooc: Payback for the stunt with the wine, I take it. *LMAO*

[TAOWolf]

She kisses him back, and laughs softly at him, "What we both need is some of my tea", she reaches down softly stroking the new rune on her ankle.........~and I need to think.........~.....She stands, and looks down at him laughing again.....

"The question I asked was should I get dressed?", "And no, you were not like that long, an hour maybe...." ~she wishes it could have been longer~, "and I'm hungry besides..."

She chuckles at the look on his face, and stands there, waiting for an answer, her eyes fairly twinkling with mischief...

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[Cyril Darkcloud]

He smiles at the mischievous dancing of light and color within her eyes. There are questions written into her movements, however, even as his own mind begins to return to the disturbing thoughts this night has provoked. The night is far spent, however, and the hour of birdsong is not so far away. “Tea will be fine,” he says and adds with a smile, “as long as it is not so ..... sweet as yesterday’s.” It is his turn now to enjoy the expression upon her face, and, smiling, he continues, “And as for getting dressed, I suppose you should ..... unless, of course, we can find a better way to keep you warm through the few remaining hours of this night......”

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[TAOWolf]

She makes a face at him, chuckling at his comment about the tea, and bends over to set a pot on the fire to warm water............as it starts to boil, she adds herbs, and comments over her shoulder, "I think I know a better way to keep me warm, but you have too many clothes on yet.....", she laughs at his expression, making another face at him, and pours two cups, bringing them over and standing over him, offering him one..............~Thank you Goddess for bringing me this man~ she whispers to herself, taking a sip of the tea......."Now, as for your clothes......."


She glances at the fire, and raises a hand to it slightly, the flames dying down to a soft glow, and she turns back to Cyril..............

[TAOWolf]

LATER THAT NIGHT..............


~She gently unwraps Cyril's arms, and quietly slips out of the cloaks. She goes to her pack, pulling out a blanket, and drapes it around Cyril, kissing him softly on the cheek. She goes to the fire, and sits close to it, sticking in an ungloved hand, and watches the fire dance across her fingers. She looks up into the night sky, thinking about what to do next................~