Night had fallen a few hours ago, and Spirit was unhappy to be roused from his stall and saddled, then summarily blindfolded and walked from the warm and cozy stables. Zesperis would have been excited for a midnight ride, and the pang of loss flew through him like an arrow. Now, Ewan stood with one hand upon Spirit's neck, the other on the reins, waiting where the road and the pathway up to the manor meet, and wondered at his reasons for venturing away from traditions he so firmly believed.
Storm came in view, cloak around her, and a simple pack wrapped diagonally around her front. She peered slightly in the dark, before she grinned, ?I must admit, if you were not going to be here, I was going to hunt you out.? Not that she really would, but this was all his idea in the first place. And no matter how many times she considered why she should not be going, she found herself packed and ready to leave.
?Oh, you doubted me, then?? he grinned in kind, the stitches curving slightly, but he seemed free of pain from the movement.
?I just did not take you to be the spontaneous sort,? her grin remained as she moved closer so that she could greet him with a kiss.
He shared in that gentle greeting, and then he softly broke it. ?Shall we go then??
She nodded and took a small step back. ?Lead the way then, as I haven't the faintest where we're going,? a smart grin.
A laughing query, ?Are we not?? he hesitated not sure what to call the maneuver, ?...floating??
?If you think Spirit would feel more comfortable not.. floating, I will keep up with you.?
In quick analysis, he looked to his blindfolded horse then to her. ?No, he should be fine. When we are aloft, we will be heading in that direction,? he pointed to northwesterly where a track no wider than a hand cart could just be made out between two drowsy looking yew trees.
She gave a glance to the horse then, and took another small step away from him. Not that she didn't trust him, just not when she was going to lift him off the ground. ?Hopefully it will not be so bad, as platforms are solid,? and with that, her grey eyes glowed dimly and she created the platform under them. She did not lift them very high, only a few inches from the ground, before she guided them in the direction that he had pointed. Her pace was quicker than if they were afoot, but not quick enough to play with balance. ?So? where are we going exactly??
Spirit had shifted slightly with the raising, sensing something not quite usual, and Ewan came close, crooning softly until the animal settled again. ?It is a cabin, an old retreat, of a friend of mine. It is well appointed.? Ewan quirked a grin at thinking what Gerran called well appointed, and for the smuggler, his cabin was not in that category. But for Ewan, it had all the required attributes and then some, so he continued to describe it. ?He likes his retreats to have comforts, or what I consider comforts. A hot spring feeds the cabin so there is hot water at call. He keeps the cupboard regularly stocked, but I have some provisions in Spirit's saddlebags. He just started sailing south two days ago, so he will be away for a month at the least.?
?Sailing south,? she said with a grin, recalling the story of stealing a horse and sailing south. violet] ?I would like to meet your friend, so that I can thank him.? She adjusted her pack absently, her eyes lighting up slightly as her words remind her of thanking another. ?Mmm, I forgot to tell you that I was able to meet Sylvia while you were away.?
The abrupt angle of the conversation took him a moment to comprehend. ?You did?? He muttered something about the Baroness not mentioning it to him, and then asked, ?What did she have to say? Questioned your sanity for spending time with me?? The self deprecation was accompanied by a low, brief laugh.
She chuckled and shook her head, maintaining their weight and speed easily as she glanced at him with glowing eyes. Though Sylvia did mention something along those lines. ?No, I thanked her for being in the window when I visited. She waved it off, said she was pleased to meet me. We did not get to talk for long, as Rhian came, and she left soon after.?
An even more complex situation that harbored in that last sentence, and to buy him time, he only said, ?I see.? An acute desire to know about that conversation with Rhian stirred up question he would not ask. He knew his eyes gave away the curiosity, so he looked to calming Spirit again, whom, at that moment, did not require it.
?I take it that you have not... spoken to her in a while,? she offered quietly, though she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Even now, just referring back to the situation, made her slightly uneasy. It was an offer to ask the question she knew he had. She could practically hear his mind full of them.
Facts he could give more readily than feelings, and he answered, ?Not often. I understand she was away visiting a sick Aunt. That much Sylvia did tell me. When we do speak, it rarely goes beyond the niceties. I hope you both had a pleasant conversation.? That last was as close to a question as he would come.
She placed her hand in her pockets, finding a new interest in the ground that they were passing over. ?It was.. pleasant yes, since it revolved around you mostly.? She did her best to contain any facial reaction to that. ?She is still very attached to you,? she added softly then, her gaze still down. That was sincerely obvious, as no matter how far Storm had tried to turn the conversation around, she was hardly successful.
He looked at her, the way she held herself almost part from him. ?Does it trouble you??
Her hands fiddled within her pockets as she continued to look down. There was a small pause, before she spoke softly again. ?It does not trouble me... I guess I did not feel that it was my place to say.. anything, without speaking to you first.? Not to mention that Rhian is what she thought as the type of woman for him. Quiet, polite... human.
Treading in uncertain territory, he could only allow the continuing of this line of conversation if she understood clearly the possibly outcomes. In this, he felt himself break away into a distancing perspective. It would be the only way to give her truth. ?Is this discussion one you wish to have on our way to our week escape? I am uncertain if what I have to say will help or harm what we have building here, but I will tell you whatever you wish to know. I have not spoken of you to her, but I have not hidden my attentions either.? He would say at least that much, but no more unless she asked it of him.
It was then that she tore her gaze from the changing, moving ground to him. She bit on her lower lip as she considered her options. ?Though I do wonder of how your words will affect what we are starting here, I would rather ask than question myself throughout the week and longer.? She pulled her hands together slightly, drawing the cloak further around her shoulders. ?Do you still... feel for her??
He did not hesitate, ?I do care for her. It is less than it was, but I doubt it will ever go away. I hope she and I can retain a good friendship, as I have with others.? Others, like so many others that he had loved and been kept or turned away from. His answer was honest, and perhaps, tactless, but in such matters, in his observations, hedging words never helped, and his eyes were full of concern that she understand the truth of it all.
She took notice of the concern, before she looked down again and started to shuffle closer to him. ?I care for many others. But... I care for you.. differently.? It was as if she were pressing for just a little more details, a little more confirmation in either direction.
?As I care for you, and it continues to grow, not diminish.? Then he sighed, believing the world around them had affected not only him, once again questioning this impetuous escape, and he felt the need to defend and clarify his meanings. ?Storm, perhaps because you have seen how other men behave in this land, it is hard to realize that I do not flirt, nor play games, nor am open with affections even when I do feel them. The fact that I openly show my affection for you, I hope, will give you the certainty you need that I care deeply.?
?It's not that I doubt your affections,? she said, raising her face to look up at him again. She had not meant to insult him; she knew that he was a man separated from many that she was surrounded by. ?I just... ,? she licked her lips as she thought of a better way to explain herself. ?... want to make sure that one book is closed, before another is opened.? Her gaze stayed on him instead of retreating to the moving ground.
Was that book closed? Or, to press the metaphor further, had he placed a bookmark there to return should the outcome of the end of the story promise to change? He almost visibly shook his head. He fought against lingering around situations of his heart, to hold them in his mind to review and analyze in later days. There was acceptance, as with much of his life, that some things could not be changed. ?I have accepted that her father refused my request to court her. In my world, she is as much as forbidden, and like many other things I have learned to adapt. I feel she will find someone better suited to her than I, and I wish her that happiness.? He looked in the direction they are going, something metaphorical in that thought, and it quirked a smile as they floated upon the path winding through trees of the old growth forest.
She tilted her head slightly before she nodded and accepted his answer for what it was. His answer was not exactly direct, but she could understand, would understand. She shoved away the darker thoughts that rooted in her mind, and focused on the now. Always focus on the now. And with that, she shuffled just a little closer so that she could press her lips to his warmly.
The tenderness of the kiss brought his free arm around her and drew her close as he shared and enjoyed that kiss, then whispered against her lips with intention of lightening the conversation once again, ?Who?s steering this thing if you're kissing me?? His mouth curved into a wry smile.
She managed to shrug her pack off of her shoulder to pool at her feet, but she made no movement away from him as she also wrapped her arms around him. She grinned against his lips, ?Surprisingly enough, I am. A talent of multitasking.? Her words were true though, as she was constantly shifting them slightly to be clear of the trees, or lifting them if needed be.
?Lucky for us then,? and he kissed her again, eager for the warmth of her mouth and the soft emotion that fills him when they share a kiss.
She relaxed against him, one of the only times her guard was ever down was in his arms. Her mouth was, as always, warm against his as she dared to deepen the kiss slightly. It was really dawning on her that she had left, on whim, to be with him, even if it was only for one blissful week.
The deepening kiss stirred him, his hand moved up her back to rest in her hair as his mouth moved over hers; he knew he should look to make sure they do not go too far and pass the cabin all together, but he let himself linger in the closeness of her before he finally broke the kiss. And just in time too as they came to a clearing and quaint, but well kept up, two story cabin that occupied its grounds. ?Here we are,? he whispered against her temple
She shivered ever so slightly, involuntarily, when his hand went up her back. Once the kiss was broken, she turned her head at his words to catch a glimpse of their haven. She could have not been happier if it was anywhere else; so long as they were away. She brought them to a slow stop, before gently lowering them to the ground. She bent down to pick up to her pack and replaced it on her shoulder. ?Hmm, we really are away,? she said softly, her eyes moved between him and the cabin.
?We really are,? he kissed her forehead. ?You go ahead inside. I'll see Spirit settled,? he uncovered the horse's eyes and started to lead him to a paddock around back with a simple lean to shelter.
Storm came in view, cloak around her, and a simple pack wrapped diagonally around her front. She peered slightly in the dark, before she grinned, ?I must admit, if you were not going to be here, I was going to hunt you out.? Not that she really would, but this was all his idea in the first place. And no matter how many times she considered why she should not be going, she found herself packed and ready to leave.
?Oh, you doubted me, then?? he grinned in kind, the stitches curving slightly, but he seemed free of pain from the movement.
?I just did not take you to be the spontaneous sort,? her grin remained as she moved closer so that she could greet him with a kiss.
He shared in that gentle greeting, and then he softly broke it. ?Shall we go then??
She nodded and took a small step back. ?Lead the way then, as I haven't the faintest where we're going,? a smart grin.
A laughing query, ?Are we not?? he hesitated not sure what to call the maneuver, ?...floating??
?If you think Spirit would feel more comfortable not.. floating, I will keep up with you.?
In quick analysis, he looked to his blindfolded horse then to her. ?No, he should be fine. When we are aloft, we will be heading in that direction,? he pointed to northwesterly where a track no wider than a hand cart could just be made out between two drowsy looking yew trees.
She gave a glance to the horse then, and took another small step away from him. Not that she didn't trust him, just not when she was going to lift him off the ground. ?Hopefully it will not be so bad, as platforms are solid,? and with that, her grey eyes glowed dimly and she created the platform under them. She did not lift them very high, only a few inches from the ground, before she guided them in the direction that he had pointed. Her pace was quicker than if they were afoot, but not quick enough to play with balance. ?So? where are we going exactly??
Spirit had shifted slightly with the raising, sensing something not quite usual, and Ewan came close, crooning softly until the animal settled again. ?It is a cabin, an old retreat, of a friend of mine. It is well appointed.? Ewan quirked a grin at thinking what Gerran called well appointed, and for the smuggler, his cabin was not in that category. But for Ewan, it had all the required attributes and then some, so he continued to describe it. ?He likes his retreats to have comforts, or what I consider comforts. A hot spring feeds the cabin so there is hot water at call. He keeps the cupboard regularly stocked, but I have some provisions in Spirit's saddlebags. He just started sailing south two days ago, so he will be away for a month at the least.?
?Sailing south,? she said with a grin, recalling the story of stealing a horse and sailing south. violet] ?I would like to meet your friend, so that I can thank him.? She adjusted her pack absently, her eyes lighting up slightly as her words remind her of thanking another. ?Mmm, I forgot to tell you that I was able to meet Sylvia while you were away.?
The abrupt angle of the conversation took him a moment to comprehend. ?You did?? He muttered something about the Baroness not mentioning it to him, and then asked, ?What did she have to say? Questioned your sanity for spending time with me?? The self deprecation was accompanied by a low, brief laugh.
She chuckled and shook her head, maintaining their weight and speed easily as she glanced at him with glowing eyes. Though Sylvia did mention something along those lines. ?No, I thanked her for being in the window when I visited. She waved it off, said she was pleased to meet me. We did not get to talk for long, as Rhian came, and she left soon after.?
An even more complex situation that harbored in that last sentence, and to buy him time, he only said, ?I see.? An acute desire to know about that conversation with Rhian stirred up question he would not ask. He knew his eyes gave away the curiosity, so he looked to calming Spirit again, whom, at that moment, did not require it.
?I take it that you have not... spoken to her in a while,? she offered quietly, though she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Even now, just referring back to the situation, made her slightly uneasy. It was an offer to ask the question she knew he had. She could practically hear his mind full of them.
Facts he could give more readily than feelings, and he answered, ?Not often. I understand she was away visiting a sick Aunt. That much Sylvia did tell me. When we do speak, it rarely goes beyond the niceties. I hope you both had a pleasant conversation.? That last was as close to a question as he would come.
She placed her hand in her pockets, finding a new interest in the ground that they were passing over. ?It was.. pleasant yes, since it revolved around you mostly.? She did her best to contain any facial reaction to that. ?She is still very attached to you,? she added softly then, her gaze still down. That was sincerely obvious, as no matter how far Storm had tried to turn the conversation around, she was hardly successful.
He looked at her, the way she held herself almost part from him. ?Does it trouble you??
Her hands fiddled within her pockets as she continued to look down. There was a small pause, before she spoke softly again. ?It does not trouble me... I guess I did not feel that it was my place to say.. anything, without speaking to you first.? Not to mention that Rhian is what she thought as the type of woman for him. Quiet, polite... human.
Treading in uncertain territory, he could only allow the continuing of this line of conversation if she understood clearly the possibly outcomes. In this, he felt himself break away into a distancing perspective. It would be the only way to give her truth. ?Is this discussion one you wish to have on our way to our week escape? I am uncertain if what I have to say will help or harm what we have building here, but I will tell you whatever you wish to know. I have not spoken of you to her, but I have not hidden my attentions either.? He would say at least that much, but no more unless she asked it of him.
It was then that she tore her gaze from the changing, moving ground to him. She bit on her lower lip as she considered her options. ?Though I do wonder of how your words will affect what we are starting here, I would rather ask than question myself throughout the week and longer.? She pulled her hands together slightly, drawing the cloak further around her shoulders. ?Do you still... feel for her??
He did not hesitate, ?I do care for her. It is less than it was, but I doubt it will ever go away. I hope she and I can retain a good friendship, as I have with others.? Others, like so many others that he had loved and been kept or turned away from. His answer was honest, and perhaps, tactless, but in such matters, in his observations, hedging words never helped, and his eyes were full of concern that she understand the truth of it all.
She took notice of the concern, before she looked down again and started to shuffle closer to him. ?I care for many others. But... I care for you.. differently.? It was as if she were pressing for just a little more details, a little more confirmation in either direction.
?As I care for you, and it continues to grow, not diminish.? Then he sighed, believing the world around them had affected not only him, once again questioning this impetuous escape, and he felt the need to defend and clarify his meanings. ?Storm, perhaps because you have seen how other men behave in this land, it is hard to realize that I do not flirt, nor play games, nor am open with affections even when I do feel them. The fact that I openly show my affection for you, I hope, will give you the certainty you need that I care deeply.?
?It's not that I doubt your affections,? she said, raising her face to look up at him again. She had not meant to insult him; she knew that he was a man separated from many that she was surrounded by. ?I just... ,? she licked her lips as she thought of a better way to explain herself. ?... want to make sure that one book is closed, before another is opened.? Her gaze stayed on him instead of retreating to the moving ground.
Was that book closed? Or, to press the metaphor further, had he placed a bookmark there to return should the outcome of the end of the story promise to change? He almost visibly shook his head. He fought against lingering around situations of his heart, to hold them in his mind to review and analyze in later days. There was acceptance, as with much of his life, that some things could not be changed. ?I have accepted that her father refused my request to court her. In my world, she is as much as forbidden, and like many other things I have learned to adapt. I feel she will find someone better suited to her than I, and I wish her that happiness.? He looked in the direction they are going, something metaphorical in that thought, and it quirked a smile as they floated upon the path winding through trees of the old growth forest.
She tilted her head slightly before she nodded and accepted his answer for what it was. His answer was not exactly direct, but she could understand, would understand. She shoved away the darker thoughts that rooted in her mind, and focused on the now. Always focus on the now. And with that, she shuffled just a little closer so that she could press her lips to his warmly.
The tenderness of the kiss brought his free arm around her and drew her close as he shared and enjoyed that kiss, then whispered against her lips with intention of lightening the conversation once again, ?Who?s steering this thing if you're kissing me?? His mouth curved into a wry smile.
She managed to shrug her pack off of her shoulder to pool at her feet, but she made no movement away from him as she also wrapped her arms around him. She grinned against his lips, ?Surprisingly enough, I am. A talent of multitasking.? Her words were true though, as she was constantly shifting them slightly to be clear of the trees, or lifting them if needed be.
?Lucky for us then,? and he kissed her again, eager for the warmth of her mouth and the soft emotion that fills him when they share a kiss.
She relaxed against him, one of the only times her guard was ever down was in his arms. Her mouth was, as always, warm against his as she dared to deepen the kiss slightly. It was really dawning on her that she had left, on whim, to be with him, even if it was only for one blissful week.
The deepening kiss stirred him, his hand moved up her back to rest in her hair as his mouth moved over hers; he knew he should look to make sure they do not go too far and pass the cabin all together, but he let himself linger in the closeness of her before he finally broke the kiss. And just in time too as they came to a clearing and quaint, but well kept up, two story cabin that occupied its grounds. ?Here we are,? he whispered against her temple
She shivered ever so slightly, involuntarily, when his hand went up her back. Once the kiss was broken, she turned her head at his words to catch a glimpse of their haven. She could have not been happier if it was anywhere else; so long as they were away. She brought them to a slow stop, before gently lowering them to the ground. She bent down to pick up to her pack and replaced it on her shoulder. ?Hmm, we really are away,? she said softly, her eyes moved between him and the cabin.
?We really are,? he kissed her forehead. ?You go ahead inside. I'll see Spirit settled,? he uncovered the horse's eyes and started to lead him to a paddock around back with a simple lean to shelter.