A sleek, fat bellied figure slipped high above the world through the clouds that night. Children across the realm might peek out from their night stricken windows to see the vessel pass by, some great graceful shadow with billowing halos that commanded the very air as it's power. Though in Rhydin there wasn't much to turn heads these days given magic, modernity, and the majestic were at times a blas" occurrence" but truly, not many things are more beautiful and timeless than an airship. Noble peaks and hard-carved elegance, the slow moan and groan of great wooden titans bellying through clouds. The imagery is instilled in all minds, young and old, of times long locked and past in our most treasured fantasies.
There is simply no greater joy.
And it was up on this romantic piece that a pair of figures stood in repose against one of the many wooden rails of the great sky vessel. Fronts to the wood, their sides pressed to against the softness of flesh and cloth. They were a picture, the draconian lord and his fire colored gypsy.
Their journey had taken many turns that night thanks to the hefty hands working the ship, titan figures in their own right, truly; a great moss green bear with proud tribal markings and a feathery expanse of wings. Men constructed of metal and machine, goblins and various gnarled figures all spilt crooked, proud smiles for the pair with them this evening. They knew their captain of course, Zayveon, but as of late they'd begun to hear rumors of his lover, the buxom, vivacious human at his side.
The landscape below was littered with snow and ice. They'd turned South in their night time venture and were coming near a castle in the distance below. The snow bitten, regal structure was surrounded by an ice ridden lake. Soon the draconian's hand slipped down to fit firmly in his companion's. Warm as always, he pulled her along gently through the brisk chill of the air as it whisked across the deck of the sky ship.
"Come come....we're almost there. Warmth awaits us 'below' my dear." He offered with a smile.
Distracted in a fair, dreamy sort of way for a good portion of their journey, it was the draconian's hand refitting and tugging that drew the gypsy witch's gaze away from the distant dark of the skylin. His voice stole her gaze further, those molten hues suddenly filled with the icy vision below her. The south' When had they gotten so far....Had so much time passed" How did she not notice the chill"
"Z'ev" seemed the answer to all these questions, really; time seemed to stand a bit still when he was about, hours seemed blissfully longer and the air always warmer. Bedazzled and content all at once, Lilliana smiled, nodding as she slipped her fingers about in her lover's hand to knit and thread. Giving his hand a soft squeeze, her eyes lifted one last time, and they settled on the more familiar landscape of Z"evs face.
"Yer' sneaky....ya' know tha'?" She chided him jokingly.
Ah, magic was always about....Perhaps even in the way of helping time along" One never knew just what to expect with Zayveon. A squeeze in turn to her hand and a smile as he stole her glance over the railing back toward a set of doors at the aft of the vessel's deck.
"Even so my dear Gypsy, come....I've a warm soak awaiting us below. Something few, have ever seen." His free hand moved to slip a golden key from his person'. very much like the key he used to get them onboard, and very much like the key he'd given her.
How could the gypsy protest with plans like that' The fact was, she couldn't. Especially not when he said "my' the way he did. "....an' incorrigible. Sneaky an' incorrigible. Had I known, Z'ev, I migh' have brough' a bag or se' o' clothes other than the ones I have on m'back." Chuckling, she moved with the draconian towards the warm, inviting loom of those doors across the deck.
Their boots made a crisp sound on the foot beaten boards, their echo lost to the wide expanse of the sky and the idle whip of the wind. Lilliana curled all the closer, ducking her head against the breeze; it struck the bulk of her hair up behind her like a living flame.
"I've clothes below....if you really want something on. I don't think you'll be needing anything where we're headed currently." A light smirk might of touched his lips briefly. Lilliana couldn't respond; she didn't trust the unpredictable ire and turn of her words. The draconian seemed to play with them too easily; it reminded her, sometimes, of just how many years separated them.
It wasn't an overwhelming feeling, really, or an intimidating one, but it was striking. Thousands of years of etiquette; a vast, strong empire built over an illustrious life of mastered magery and magic alike; and a creature first, not a man....A living enigma. And one that was currently bringing her to one of his more private sanctuaries. A place where all else in the world could wait and wonder as to where the souls who'd slipped within had gone.
Then the slip of that key, the turning and pushing of the door open" the familiar swirli of dim light and power emerged within the doorway. A wink and a smile to her, before a further tug of her hand as he moved to step into the open portal. Many a thought slipped through the gypsy's head as she moved with him, and not a single one of them unimportant or unimaginative.
Blinking back to the here and now before he found her attention wandering, Lilliana looked about as they stepped into their new surroundings.
They'd exit through a doorway that was oddly set into that of rock and stone. A passage lead upwards behind them once the portal had faded and the door closed. Ahead of them however, was a vast cavern with a ceiling high, vaulted and carved enough to fit a house below. The smell of the place was sharp and almost ocean-like, as salt and rich minerals saturated a series of watery pools, both small and large below a short series of steps. To their right' and before them, everywhere really, there was nothing but warm steam playing upwards from the hot pools. The cavern's expanse was lit by that of a more modern power of lightening at the walls, rather than more archaic, classic means. Another of the draconian's personal touches, further instilling the idea it was often all his lonely domain.
"Ten years ago, I had a Geo friendly power plant constructed some ways from here. It powers most of the electricity. No need to find wood or oils for the lamps and torches. This is one of several caverns that run below the surface here in the Southern arctic lands. Hidden well away from those above. This is my retreat. My quiet and my calm when I need time to think or just to relax in full."
So vast and warm and encompassing. The draconian's earlier words of 'a warm soak' surely were an understatement. Where his gypsy had been expecting some sprawling bath with a bit more embedded elegance like the clawed tub back at his city property, instead she was faced with, well....a triumph of underground architecture.
Lips parted slightly, allowing only the slowest slid of skin away from skin as a soft breath escaped; a hushed, awed sound. It wasn't quite the reaction of a child, nor that of an overwhelmed traveler to a strange land, but that of a woman touched deeply by the trusting exposure of her man and his inner, most peaceful sanctum. A place he held all retreats of solitude....And now she was here.
Though touched, she held no illusion that she was the first to see the place; the draconian had said "few", not "none". But right here, right now, he held her in his confidence, and that was a level of special worth her gentle reactions. Her free hand moved, rising to turn and slid up the length of his arm; the move had a motive behind it, to draw him closer. She was stricken with the sudden desire to kiss him, and it was a desire she'd never ignore.
"I t'ake i' back....Yer a swee'hear' an' a flatt'erer." Came her quiet murmur as she moved up a bit on her toes; never short, just shorter than he. Z"ev turned down and obliged with a dip of his head to meet her lips with his own in a warming play. One hand lifted upwards, settling against her cheek with a gentle stroke of fingertips as a smile colored his face. His other hand moved to slip up in a light glide downward along the laces at her back; a low, quiet growl lost somewhere in his throat. _________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ Adapted from live play.
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There is simply no greater joy.
And it was up on this romantic piece that a pair of figures stood in repose against one of the many wooden rails of the great sky vessel. Fronts to the wood, their sides pressed to against the softness of flesh and cloth. They were a picture, the draconian lord and his fire colored gypsy.
Their journey had taken many turns that night thanks to the hefty hands working the ship, titan figures in their own right, truly; a great moss green bear with proud tribal markings and a feathery expanse of wings. Men constructed of metal and machine, goblins and various gnarled figures all spilt crooked, proud smiles for the pair with them this evening. They knew their captain of course, Zayveon, but as of late they'd begun to hear rumors of his lover, the buxom, vivacious human at his side.
The landscape below was littered with snow and ice. They'd turned South in their night time venture and were coming near a castle in the distance below. The snow bitten, regal structure was surrounded by an ice ridden lake. Soon the draconian's hand slipped down to fit firmly in his companion's. Warm as always, he pulled her along gently through the brisk chill of the air as it whisked across the deck of the sky ship.
"Come come....we're almost there. Warmth awaits us 'below' my dear." He offered with a smile.
Distracted in a fair, dreamy sort of way for a good portion of their journey, it was the draconian's hand refitting and tugging that drew the gypsy witch's gaze away from the distant dark of the skylin. His voice stole her gaze further, those molten hues suddenly filled with the icy vision below her. The south' When had they gotten so far....Had so much time passed" How did she not notice the chill"
"Z'ev" seemed the answer to all these questions, really; time seemed to stand a bit still when he was about, hours seemed blissfully longer and the air always warmer. Bedazzled and content all at once, Lilliana smiled, nodding as she slipped her fingers about in her lover's hand to knit and thread. Giving his hand a soft squeeze, her eyes lifted one last time, and they settled on the more familiar landscape of Z"evs face.
"Yer' sneaky....ya' know tha'?" She chided him jokingly.
Ah, magic was always about....Perhaps even in the way of helping time along" One never knew just what to expect with Zayveon. A squeeze in turn to her hand and a smile as he stole her glance over the railing back toward a set of doors at the aft of the vessel's deck.
"Even so my dear Gypsy, come....I've a warm soak awaiting us below. Something few, have ever seen." His free hand moved to slip a golden key from his person'. very much like the key he used to get them onboard, and very much like the key he'd given her.
How could the gypsy protest with plans like that' The fact was, she couldn't. Especially not when he said "my' the way he did. "....an' incorrigible. Sneaky an' incorrigible. Had I known, Z'ev, I migh' have brough' a bag or se' o' clothes other than the ones I have on m'back." Chuckling, she moved with the draconian towards the warm, inviting loom of those doors across the deck.
Their boots made a crisp sound on the foot beaten boards, their echo lost to the wide expanse of the sky and the idle whip of the wind. Lilliana curled all the closer, ducking her head against the breeze; it struck the bulk of her hair up behind her like a living flame.
"I've clothes below....if you really want something on. I don't think you'll be needing anything where we're headed currently." A light smirk might of touched his lips briefly. Lilliana couldn't respond; she didn't trust the unpredictable ire and turn of her words. The draconian seemed to play with them too easily; it reminded her, sometimes, of just how many years separated them.
It wasn't an overwhelming feeling, really, or an intimidating one, but it was striking. Thousands of years of etiquette; a vast, strong empire built over an illustrious life of mastered magery and magic alike; and a creature first, not a man....A living enigma. And one that was currently bringing her to one of his more private sanctuaries. A place where all else in the world could wait and wonder as to where the souls who'd slipped within had gone.
Then the slip of that key, the turning and pushing of the door open" the familiar swirli of dim light and power emerged within the doorway. A wink and a smile to her, before a further tug of her hand as he moved to step into the open portal. Many a thought slipped through the gypsy's head as she moved with him, and not a single one of them unimportant or unimaginative.
Blinking back to the here and now before he found her attention wandering, Lilliana looked about as they stepped into their new surroundings.
They'd exit through a doorway that was oddly set into that of rock and stone. A passage lead upwards behind them once the portal had faded and the door closed. Ahead of them however, was a vast cavern with a ceiling high, vaulted and carved enough to fit a house below. The smell of the place was sharp and almost ocean-like, as salt and rich minerals saturated a series of watery pools, both small and large below a short series of steps. To their right' and before them, everywhere really, there was nothing but warm steam playing upwards from the hot pools. The cavern's expanse was lit by that of a more modern power of lightening at the walls, rather than more archaic, classic means. Another of the draconian's personal touches, further instilling the idea it was often all his lonely domain.
"Ten years ago, I had a Geo friendly power plant constructed some ways from here. It powers most of the electricity. No need to find wood or oils for the lamps and torches. This is one of several caverns that run below the surface here in the Southern arctic lands. Hidden well away from those above. This is my retreat. My quiet and my calm when I need time to think or just to relax in full."
So vast and warm and encompassing. The draconian's earlier words of 'a warm soak' surely were an understatement. Where his gypsy had been expecting some sprawling bath with a bit more embedded elegance like the clawed tub back at his city property, instead she was faced with, well....a triumph of underground architecture.
Lips parted slightly, allowing only the slowest slid of skin away from skin as a soft breath escaped; a hushed, awed sound. It wasn't quite the reaction of a child, nor that of an overwhelmed traveler to a strange land, but that of a woman touched deeply by the trusting exposure of her man and his inner, most peaceful sanctum. A place he held all retreats of solitude....And now she was here.
Though touched, she held no illusion that she was the first to see the place; the draconian had said "few", not "none". But right here, right now, he held her in his confidence, and that was a level of special worth her gentle reactions. Her free hand moved, rising to turn and slid up the length of his arm; the move had a motive behind it, to draw him closer. She was stricken with the sudden desire to kiss him, and it was a desire she'd never ignore.
"I t'ake i' back....Yer a swee'hear' an' a flatt'erer." Came her quiet murmur as she moved up a bit on her toes; never short, just shorter than he. Z"ev turned down and obliged with a dip of his head to meet her lips with his own in a warming play. One hand lifted upwards, settling against her cheek with a gentle stroke of fingertips as a smile colored his face. His other hand moved to slip up in a light glide downward along the laces at her back; a low, quiet growl lost somewhere in his throat. _________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ Adapted from live play.
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