Topic: To The Shores of Arcadia

NorseLady

Date: 2013-06-04 12:18 EST
The train ride was a new experience for both the Seafaring Warrior and the Garou, and they found it quite interesting. Thankfully there were no accidents or other incidents along the way delaying them from reaching their destination of Arcadia.

After being dropped off with their luggage at the RTS station, Shy turns to Victor and says, "Na we need to find our way to the cottage which is located on a small island. I am unsure where to go for more information."

"I'm sure they is someone we can ask. They get tourists here often, I should think." He looks around, taking in the color and temperature. "It already feels like summer here." Then a nod towards a building. "That place there seems to say information. That sounds promising."

Glances toward the building he indicates. "Very well. We should try there first." Grabbing up two of her three suitcases (the small and medium ones) asks, "Kj'reste, would you mind carrying my other case?" Ja, he has a bag of his own to haul around. But he is strong.

"Not at all, my heart." Once more he picks up both her large suitcase and his own big bag. Then together they start for the information building. "Our own small island, meaning we'll need our own boat?"

"I should tenke so, ja." Nodding. "I know they have boat tours here, because I recall Aja mentioning such to me a long time ago when I first inquired about Arcadia. Howe'er, if we want to travel back and forth fra the small island, I know we are going to need our own transportation." Just as they reach the door, a man and a woman exit the building, allowing them to gain access without having to put down their suitcases. A pretty smile is flashed to the couple who are departing, and who hold open the door for her and the Garou. "Takk!"

He too sends a polite 'thank you' to the couple that got the door. Inside it is noticeably cooler, with fans doing lazy spins high above them. There is a counter with a couple of fresh-faced young people manning it.

"Welcome to Arcadia!" says the one of the left, a male.

Her smile widens at the congenial greeting. "Tusen takk!" Upon reaching the counter, sets down her luggage before fishing out the blue SEB keychain from her breeks pocket. Dangling from the chain is a gold-coloured key bearing the address and name of the cottage. "We need hjelp in getting to this place."

The young male reads the key, then turns his eyes toward the ceiling. His mouth moves as if he is repeating the address but he makes no sound. Then suddenly he exclaims, "Oh! I know where that is! Yes, you can take the water-taxi to get there."

Victor blinks at the young man, amused in some way by the way he read the key and air above their heads.

Brow furrows, "Water taxi?"

"Yes, miss, the water taxi is a boat with several scheduled stops around the islands. Just go back out the door, follow the building around to the right, then go straight forward until the end of the dock. Or you can stop by the rental boats building which is just around this building to the left."

Re-pockets the key. "Takk for your hjelp." Begins to take up the bags again, then pauses to inquire, "Do you have maps available?"

"Oh yes miss! Here you go." The young man moves over, pulling one from their side of the counter to hand across. "May I also suggest," here the young man pulls out another pamphlet, "the best restaurant in Arcadia?"

The multi-folded paper is taken, and when unfolded reveals a complete area map of Arcadia, including surrounding towns. "Do you also have a map of the towne's business section' Or a list of some sort?"

"On the back is a zoomed in map of downtown with many of our famous local businesses noted."

"Oh?" Flips the map over, then smiles with delight. "Well na, how convenient!" Begins to refold the paper map, then has to stop and start over again because she obviously did not do it correctly the first time. "Uff da." A light blush appears on her cheeks since she is being observed by the two behind the counter. Perhaps Victor can refold it the right way. Hands it to him. "Again, takk for your assistance and patience."

Victor takes the map, carefully folding the map back by using the creases as a guide. "Thank you." He adds.

The young man considers, then gives a small book to her. "These have advertisements for most of the businesses around here, along with a map of where they are. Admittedly, the map is better suited to locals." The book is quickly paged through to get an idea of what is inside. Oh! Discount coupons, too! Dimples and pearly whites evident as she looks at the two behind the counter. "Have a grand dag!" The book is tucked under her arm prior to her picking up her two suitcases and heading toward the door.

Victor picks up the two bags he is in charge of carrying and heads out with Shy. "Left and around for a rental?" He suggests softly as the heat washes over them again.

"Ja, 'tis best we get to the island and settle in before it gets dark." Softly spoken as she follows in Victor's wake.

(adapted from live rp; tbc)

NorseLady

Date: 2013-06-04 12:33 EST
Around the building to the left they go, and sure enough, ahead of them is a building advertising boat rentals. As they get closer, they can see it includes prices for hours, days, weeks, and a one month option. The burly, middle-aged man behind this counter holds a fan in one hand, idly fanning himself before he greets them. "Welcome to Arcadia Boat Rental."

"Greetings, Mister. We need to rent a boat for ..."

The man gives a double take at the pair of them. "One month, right?" A moment later a stretchy wrist band is on the counter. "Wear this when you're piloting the boat please. It's in spot number seven. It's taken care of." The man tries for a smile, continuing to fan himself.

Arches one eyebrow. "Hva do you mean 'tis taken care of?" Of course she is suspicious, it is in her nature.

"By the Lady Bird" And I have a map for you." He hands over a rather simple map that suggests how easy it is to get to the address on the key.

"But, hvordan do you know who we are?"

"Big dark guy and redheaded woman. She said I would, uh, just know when you were here. I didn't understand, but it's weird, I just knew, you know" Actually, she was not sure you would be here." The man looks at Victor for this. "But you," looking back at Shy, "She said I would notice your hair ribbons, and hear how you talked, and....yeah."

"I suppose." The map is eased out of his grasp, unfolded and studied. "'Tis a long way fra here to the small island near Arcasa."

The man gives a nod. "It's a ways, but you can make it inside the hour, I think, with the breeze we have today."

"I heard something about motor-boats?" Uncertain of what that meant, exactly. "Mayhap you know about them?"

"Oh, plenty. They work well, though in a month you'll certainly need to fuel up a few times. They make a bit of noise. Would you prefer a motorboat?" Victor adds, "I've ridden in motor boats before. I think they are easier to use."

Just then she hears a sound that she has never heard before, and it is getting louder. Something is quickly approaching overhead. The unfamiliar noise has her heart beating fast and she peers skyward, wide-eyed. Quells the urge to run. "Hva skjer!?"

"Helicopter. Rather loud when it flies so low." Victor supplies, giving the offending rotary craft a mild glare.

Soon the 'copter is out of sight although they can still hear it. That shook her up ....gave her the jitters. "Hva did you say about a motor-boat, min elskede?"

"I have ridden in motorboats before, and I think they are easier to pilot than sail-powered ships." Shifting closer to Shy before setting the bags down. Then he moves to wrap an arm around her. Even though she appears outwardly calm Victor can tell she is not fully at ease.

Eyebrows raise in surprise at the Garou's comment regarding sailboats. "Then you are wanting to rent one of them, Mister Grynyrd?" Light blue gaze locks onto his deep brown eyes.

"Not particularly. I want you to be comfortable with our conveyance." He gives her a sidelong hug, offering a smile as well.

"If you tenke 'tis easier, then I am willing to give it a try. You shall have to pilot it, though." A small smile forms as she states the obvious. Turns her gaze back upon the male behind the counter. "Is the boat in spot number seven, a motor-boat?"

"No, it sure ain't." The man replaces the one band with another one almost identical. "Number eight is though. If you bring it back here, I will be able to fill it up whenever you need it. Me, or anyone that is working here."

Looks at Victor again. "Is it fint with you?"

"That's fine with me, my lady." He answers softly.

Once again she addresses the robust man behind the counter. "Hva is your navn, Mister?" Always good to know these things since they will be having contact with him on more than one occasion. Also, they can use his name if one of the other workers should give them any problems.

"Miles Milbridge. Some folks call me Big M." The man answers easily enough, continuing to fan himself. The man offers another smile, a bit more genuine. Victor takes the second wrist band, putting it on. "Number eight."

Grins at Big M. "Takk for your hjelp, Mister Miles Milbridge. I am Shylah, but most call me Shy." There is a chance he already knows her name, but if not ....he does now.

"And I am Victor," comes the rumbling voice of the Garou. The Big M nods and smiles. "Then I'll see you two later." He is still fanning himself when they start off toward the dock.

(adapted from live rp; tbc)

NorseLady

Date: 2013-06-05 13:41 EST
The watercraft looks like a regular rowboat to her (perhaps a tad larger), with the exception of that contraption attached to the stern. "I presume that is the motor?" Points to it after setting down her suitcases on the dock. Nearly loses the book and restaurant pamphlet in the process, but catches both before they fall into the water. "Se hva du gj"r, t"pelig kvinne!" A quiet berating to herself in Norsk. "That is the motor, and I'll start it in a moment." He boards the motorboat at number eight, adjusting his weight as the boat shifts under him. "Let's get our things aboard, cast off, then I'll get us to our island." He smiles, very much looking forward to the idea of them alone on a small island. "Our island?" That has her merrily chortling. "I am tenkning Aja would take umbrage with that statement." One-by-one she hands him her suitcases, then the book of business listings with coupons, and the pamphlet. The map she received from Big M is held onto as she prepares to board the boat. He stows each item as she hands it to him, making sure those items are out of the way. "Maybe she will, but for the next month it's ours." He grins at her, extending a hand to help her aboard. With his assistance she settles onto a seat, facing him for the time being. Checks to make sure there are oars available (there are), then smiles at Victor. "I am glad for the nice weather and gentle breeze." Map now unfolded, and placed upon her lap, gloved finger traces over a pre-marked route. "Seems easy enough, ja?" "It sure looks easy," he agrees. He double checks to make sure everything is where it should be, then remembers he has to unmoor the boat before they can get anywhere. That done, he moves to the motor. "This will get loud," he warns. He primes it, then pulls on it. Once, twice, and it starts! It is loud as Victor takes a seat at the controls. "Here we go!" He has the boat creep slowly away from the dock. She had no idea just how loud it was going to be, until it was running. Winces, and covers her ears. As they begin moving, the map starts to slide off her lap. Quickly lowers her right hand, slapping it down upon the paper. "'Tis loud and it smells awful!" Briefly pinching her nose closed with her left hand. He gives a nod. "I know, but you tend to get used to it. Wait until we are going fast." He adds, keeping it slow around the rest of the boats. As they continue to head out into open water, she espies a larger motor-boat and points at it. Having heard about different kinds of 'modern' boats throughout her years in RhyDin, thinks this is the one called a Bowrider. She is impressed, but when she sees a Cabin Cruiser (approximately 30-feet long), her eyes widen. "Ooooo." "Rather large, aren't they' Impressive in a sense." He heads as quickly as possible through the No Wake zone, wanting to test out the motor. "And time to speed up." He operates the throttle, giving the engine all she cares to take. Soon they are almost flying. "How's that, Shy?" Holds onto the map tighter now, not wanting it to blow away. She is getting more excited with each passing minute. "'Tis a bit frightening, yet exhilarating at the same time," shouts above the sound of the motor and rushing air.

A few shorter tendrils of hair loosen from her braid and whip across her cheek. She reaches up to brush them back, but it is a hopeless cause. Decides it will be better to face forward instead of aft, and carefully switches her position. As they travel quickly across the water she closes her eyes for several minutes, enjoying the feel of the sun and wind on her face. In what seems no time at all, they approach the island marked on the simple map. "Shy, I do believe we are almost there." Unless it's another island with a cottage. Checks the map again, and by all accounts it appears as if they are indeed approaching the correct island; the one nearly halfway between Avalon and Arcasa. It kind of resembles a fish, in her opinion. As they get close, he slows the boat down until they just drift softly towards the beach. "Is this the side we are supposed to land on?" "I do not know. I have ne'er been here before, min elskede." "Time to circle the island." He picks left, and they begin to travel clockwise around the island to try and spot the cottage. After rounding the part of the island that resembles a fishtail she espies the hut-like cottage and dock. "There, Kj'reste!" Pointing at them. "Thank you, my heart." He says, grinning as he has the boat head in towards the dock. "It's on the side of the island furthest from other people. Nice and private." "Aja guaranteed privacy, and she certainly followed through on it!" Quite pleased, as he can see. And very grateful to her pirate friend. "I like it." They approach the dock slowly, and he asks, "Shy, could you help moor us to the dock?" "Ja, sure." He cuts the motor when they are close, trusting in momentum and tidal power to bring them in the last little bit. He still is steering, making sure they do not crash against the dock. "Almost..." "Keep it parallel to the dock, Victor." "Got it." He replies, doing exactly that. Once they are close enough she tosses the bow line onto the dock, deftly disembarks the boat and ties it off. Victor will surely be able to tell this is not the first time she has performed such a task. She is, after all, the leader of a longship, and knows the seafaring ways. (View Pics) (adapted from live rp; tbc)

NorseLady

Date: 2013-06-11 09:49 EST
With the boat securely tied and the engine finally silent, they carried the bags to the cottage-hut. This time Shy is in the lead, for she has the key. Victor's dark eyes sweep through the near parts of the island, turning his attention back to Shy when he finds nothing threatening lurking under the trees. His face lights into a smile. "An interesting home away from home, I think, my lady." "I am not so sure interesting is the word I would use." She, too, is glancing around and taking in the tropical scenery. "I say 'tis a marvelous and beautiful hjem away fra hjem." Softly chortling. The path to the dwelling (after leaving the dock) is an unobstructed one, flanked by palm trees and tropical flowers; such lushness. Sets her two suitcases down before fishing out the golden key from her breeks pocket. "I am excited to see the interior of this place."

"Marvelous and beautiful are words I would use to describe you, my heart." He continues to smile at her while she goes to unlock the door. "And I too am very excited." His eyes stay on her form now.

His compliments have her blushing, of course. "Hush Kj'reste. This isle is nature's beauty!" Key is slipped back into her pocket after opening the door with a twist of the knob and a little push. Picks up her luggage and enters.

"Ooooo! How wonderful," exclaiming as she steps across the threshold. Her gaze sweeps over the dark wood floors, the vaulted ceilings with the pretty casablanca ceiling fans, the double doors leading out to a lanai, and the way the entire place is so tastefully decorated. "I do believe we are going to enjoy ourselves here, min elskede."

He follows her into their new temporary residence, eyes roaming about the room. "This is nice indeed. I am sure we will, my heart." He grins all the wider. "Shall we head to the bedroom?" A pause. "And put our luggage away?"

"Ja, we should unpack." Although she is eager to take a look-see at the bathroom and kitchen, first. A small detour is made to peek at the other two rooms before she meanders into the bedroom to put away her clothes.

He moves over to the bedroom, carefully placing both pieces of luggage he carries on the bed for the moment. "I think I should like to change clothes. Get a little more comfortable in this climate." His remark has her merrily chortling as she places her empty suitcases out of the way. "I know how you feel. While you change, I am going down to the beach for a few minutes."

"I will join you there shortly, Gorgeous." Selecting a couple light pieces of clothing and laying them on the bed, he tucks his own bag away.

While strolling along the expanse of soft, white sand she happens upon a palm tree that has a hammock attached to it. The sight brings out a dimpled smile. Quickly divests herself of boots and stockings, then moves over to the netted swing. With one adroit maneuver, eases herself onto the hammock and lays down. "Simply fantastisk!"

A short time later Victor comes walking up the lovely beach dressed in a white shirt and shorts. He had no boots on, nor even sandals. "Is there room for two in that, Gorgeous?" He asks with a smile, drawing up to the hammock.

The gentle breeze wafted the Garou's masculine scent to her before she heard his quiet approach and inquiry. Turns her head to gaze at Victor; eyelids at half-mast. Another dimpled smile appears as she softly replies, "Naturlig, Handsome! Just do not flip me out of it while joining me."

Not of a mind to do anything of the sort, he eases into the hammock with her, already moving to wrap an arm about her. "Very comfortable. I think I could spend the rest of the day and all night with you here, this is so nice."

"Mmm. I am not so sure 'tis as comfortable as that canopy bed back at the cottage." Grinning the entire time. "Did you happen to look in the bathroom?"

"The bed does seem splendid as well. I have not yet looked at the bathroom. I am guessing it is as luxurious as the rest of the place." He grins, arms moving to squeeze her for a hug.

"There is a bucket with a bottle of champagne in it, near the tub. I am tenkning either Aja or Teddy had it placed there for us."

"Very thoughtful of them. I hope the kitchen is at least as well stocked as the bathroom." He grins, letting his eyes drift across her face before settling on her light blue eyes.

"Uff da! I did not look in the kald box or the cupboards. I probably should have done so." Brow furrows. "Hopefully we will find something to eat."

"Do not fret, my lady. If needs be we can return to Arcadia on our motorboat and buy all that we require. I suspect though we shall not need to do so." He shifts himself in the hammock, trying to lean close enough to kiss her lips.

Adores his kiss, returning it in kind. "I have been tenkning about the motor-boat, Kj'reste. 'Twas not as horrid as I first thought, and na I am wondering if we should rent something larger ....like that first vessel I pointed out." She is speaking about the Bowrider.

"I'm glad you do not think it too horrid. Why though should we rent something larger?" Not wishing to interrupt her as she spoke, he presses soft kisses to her jaw.

"Hvorfor not' We are going to be here for a month, and 'twould be nice to go out on the water with something larger than hva we currently are renting." It only makes sense to her. "Unless you prefer a sailboat?"

A slight shake of his head. "I found the motorboat to be more than acceptable." One hand reaches up to cup her face. "Very well. Shall we check in with Big M, or whoever is in his place, tomorrow morning?"

"Just out of curiosity, Victor, do you not care for sailboats?"

"I like sailboats, Shy. As you know, I have been on such before and I am sure I will again. Right now I am enjoying the novelty of the motorboat."

Smiles ever-so-prettily at her man. "I definitely want to go for a ride on a bigger boat!" Her enthusiasm and willingness to try something new is quite plain to see.

Her smiles always make his heart beat faster in his chest. Perhaps she can feel its pounding beat. "Then we shall go for a ride on a bigger boat. I shall try and make your ride as great as can be."

For some reason his comment hits her funny bone, and she heartily laughs. "Fantastisk!" Gives his cheek a resounding smooch.

The cheek smooch and laugh are enough reward, and his smile lights up his face. "Fantastic indeed."

"Shall we return to the cottage na, and see hva foodstuff Aja has supplied for us?"

"That is a good thought. Then after we have food inside us, we might walk around the island, or should that wait for another day?" Despite his agreement, he is not yet moving to leave the hammock.

(View Pics Here) (adapted from live rp; tbc)

NorseLady

Date: 2013-06-11 13:13 EST
"I should very much enjoy a walk around the island after we dine," quickly agreeing to his suggestion. And in a blink of an eye she is rolling out of the hammock, landing firmly on her feet. Flashes a dazzling smile at Victor before gleefully running back to the island house. Grinning as broadly as the sea itself, he is out of the hammock and sprinting across the sand in no time at all. This chase is not so long, and there shall be no dodging around trees to impede his pursuit. He laughs joyfully as the pair of them run along the sand towards their cottage-hut. Mid-way there she comes to an abrupt halt and cries out, "Oh nei!" He does not stop, spreading his arms out wide to try and catch her up and sweep her off her feet. "I forgot my boots and stock ..." Squeals as she suddenly finds herself lifted off the ground from behind. Flails a little bit until she loops her arms around him. " ....ings!" Bursts out laughing. "Victor Grynyrd!" He takes a glance down at her feet. "So you did. I think we shall have to go back and get them." Holding her close to his chest, he turns about and walks back to the hammock. The stockings and boots are there, but he holds her for a moment longer. "I really enjoy having you in my arms, Shy." "And I adore being carried!" He goes to kiss her, arms holding tight to her for a moment more. Oh! But Victor ends up kissing her hand as Shy places it over his mouth. She grins slyly at him, and waits to see what he will do or say next. He continues to press kisses to her hand, eyes staying locked to hers. Her smile, mostly hidden behind her hand, still inflames him utterly. How long until she decides to move the oft-kissed hand" She finds the situation amusing, and leaves her hand right where it is for the time being. "I do not tenke my boots and stockings are going to walk back to the hus by themselves, Kj'reste. Although 'twould be quite funny (or perhaps alarming) if they did." Her comments starts him chuckling, stopping the kisses. "Indeed it would be." He eases her down out of his arms to stand upon the sand now as his body still shakes with mirth. His muffled reply makes her chortle all the more. Grabs up her footwear, shoving the socks inside the boots. "I am ready to be carried again." "That is good because I am wanting to hold you in my arms." He has her up in his arms soon once more, walking across the smooth sand and to their cottage-hut. Still he smiles, oh so happy to be with her. The Garou is full of surprises, because she truly did not think he was going to carry her once again. At least not yet. Boots held tightly in one hand, while her other hand slides across his shoulders. Unable to take her eyes off of his handsome face, she simply stares at him while being lovingly transported. He did not have the key, so he walks back in through the unlocked door still holding her in his arms. "To the kitchen, I believe we said." That is the way he goes now, being careful to avoid obstacles. "Min elskede, you do not need to carry me na that we are indoors." Not that she is complaining. "I know," he replies with a big grin. "I enjoy doing so." That said, he finally puts her down when they make it to the kitchen." Let's find something to eat, shall we?" "In a minute." The first thing she does after being set down, is to kiss him. He returns the kiss with a passion. His arms tighten about her once more, to keep her close. A little breathless when she next speaks, "Na 'tis time to see hva there is to eat." "Mmm, yes. I am getting quite hungry." He keeps one arm about her as they turn to their task of searching the kitchen. She is feeling a tad warmer after that searing kiss. "I am going to put my boots in the other room, Victor. I will be right back, ja?" Slips out of his one-arm hold, and hurries to the bedroom. "See you in a moment, Shy." Time to open up the icebox and check for food. Upon returning to the kitchen she is wearing a sleeveless, ankle-length white dress made of a soft, gauzy material. Worn beneath her summery gown is a white bikini. "I feel much better na, too." And like him, she is barefoot. His smile reappears on his face when he sees her again. "You are looking very fine, my lady." He pulls out some of what he has found. "Would you be interested in beef for tonight?" "Takk, Mister Grynyrd." Moves closer to him, peering into the refrigerator. "I am always interested in beef. Hva else has been stocked?" "Quite a bit. There is not a bare shelf or empty space where we could find more. There's noodles, rice, potatoes, some fruit, vegetables, all sort of sauces. We are set for at least a few days." Obviously not all of that was in the refrigerator. "I wonder when the groceries were delivered?" "Good question. It seems fresh, at least." "Hmm. Perhaps i g?r kveld, or earlier i dag before we arrived." Pure speculation on her part. "I did send a missive to Teddy letting him know of our departure fra my log hjem."

(adapted from live rp; tbc)

NorseLady

Date: 2013-06-15 19:27 EST
After an excellent dinner and a long walk on the beach at sunset, they had turned in for the night. The first full day of their tropical vacation is before them, and they both look forward to it.

In the morning Victor wakes early, the sun not yet over the horizon. He considers getting up out of bed, then settles in more comfortably with the woman he loves. "Good morning, Gorgeous," he whispers ever so softly.

Shy is less of a morning person than that of a night one, so when Victor whispers lovingly into her ear she softly groans, "Hva time is it?" not even bothering to open her eyes. All she wants to do at this time is catch a few more winks of slumber.

"Still early. Rest for now in my arms, my heart." His voice is still a whisper in her ear. His arms move slowly to tighten around her, hold her and enjoy being close each to the other.

As sleepy as she is, stomach butterflies are suddenly all a-flutter with the Garou's deeply intoned whispered words. "Nei other place I want to be, kj'reste. Jeg elsker deg," replies softly while cuddling against him.

Her eyes may not be open to witness it, but his smile is very wide after hearing those words. "I love you too, Shy." He gives her a gentle squeeze of a hug, prepared to let the next hour or more go by.

"Mmmm. I am glad." Safe and snug in his embrace she soon drifts off to sleep again.

Well over an hour later, he can hear in the distance the chug of a boat engine. Perhaps it is the water taxi mentioned yesterday. It does not stop at their island, continuing its voyage for those without their own boat. His stomach rumbles, trying to pull his attention away from other matters. "My lady, I think breakfast is in order. Would you care for some in bed?"

She stirs in her sleep, not quite fully awake, yet the Garou's low voice cuts through that hazy barrier. What she hears is would you care for some in bed" Eyebrows knit toward each other as her brain engages, trying to make sense of what filtered through her hypnopompic state. Suddenly her eyes pop open. "Hva!" Some of hva?"

"Breakfast. I was considering making french toast."

"Oh." Feels the heat of a blush rising. A sheepish smile forms as she says, "French toast is one of my favourite things, you know."

"I had forgotten it somehow." He moves to get his lips closer to hers. "That's a very pretty blush, Shy." Then he goes to give her a soft kiss, a good morning kiss to get her awake and ready for the day.

She dislikes it when he points out the rosiness of her face. "Victor, please do not mention my blushing." Because when he does it makes her highly self-conscious, then the colour deepens, which mortifies her, and makes her flush again; a cycle of events she detests repeating.

"I shall say no more." He says quietly, going to continue to try and press kisses to her for a time.

After several kisses are exchanged she jestingly inquires, "Are you sure you meant french toast?"

He gives a small nod. "I did. Unless there is something else you would rather have this morning?"

"Are you still talking about food?"

"I am," he says with a smile.

"Hvorfor would I want something else when 'tis one of my favourite things to eat' I want some bacon, too." Softly chortles, recalling the rhyming joke about the salted and smoked meat.

"How do you like your french toast' With powdered sugar, maple syrup?" He starts to get up out of bed, stretching as soon as his feet touch the floor. "Fruit?"

"Mister Grynyrd, do you truly not know hvordan I like it?"

As he moves to the kitchen to get bread, eggs, and other ingredients, he thinks back on the last time they had french toast together. "Maple syrup. I haven't found it yet."

"I am tenkning 'twas called Log Cabin Maple Syrup. I saw it on one of the shelves," says as she rolls onto her back stretching her arms and legs. How good if feels to elongate those muscles! A soft sigh of contentment escapes when she relaxes her limbs.

"One of the shelves, one of the shelves.." he murmurs quiet as he searches. "Ah, here! Log Cabin Maple Syrup." Soon the delightful aromas of breakfast cooking waft from the kitchen.

"Smells absolutely marvelous!" Her mouth already watering from the scents.

"And in a moment it will be there for you to enjoy in bed." He is plating the food now, making sure enough bacon and french toast are on both plates. He lets them stay there for a moment, bringing the first of the trays over to the bed for Shy to use. "Here you are, my lady." The second tray takes a spot where he will join here, then he comes back with food, and finally with drinks. Their utensils are on the plate, and everything is hot. "Let's enjoy."

Before Victor returns with their morning meal she sits up and props a plump pillow behind her back. A dimpled smile forms as she eases the tray from his grasp. "Tusen takk, elskling. You spoil me so much that I certainly kan get used to it. I do believe I hit the jackpot when you decided to court me."

"You are very welcome." He takes his place next to her, once more leaning to give her a quick kiss before starting to eat. His smile gets all the wider when he hears her say that. "I am glad you think so, my heart." His hand cut his food into bite-sized pieces, all the better for getting really syrupy.

His sunny smile is matched with one of her own as she watches him for a few moments more. After hearing her stomach grumble for a second time, begins to eat the delicious fare he prepared. Very little is spoken during this time with the exception of her asking, "Shall we go into towne i dag to find a larger boat?"

"Yes, that's certainly one of the things we shall do today." His attention on her as often as his food.

"Fantastisk!" She is eagerly looking forward to finding the right one to suit their adventuring needs. "Hva else do you have planned" Or is it a secret?" A flash of a grin his way.

"No secret. I believe we have sightseeing and shopping as our other activities for the day." He could not stop smiling, and her grin makes it all the wider.

"Mmhm." Nodding in agreement as she thoroughly chews a piece of bacon.

The remainder of their breakfast is finished in companionable silence.

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NorseLady

Date: 2013-07-28 18:06 EST
Hand in hand, the Viking and the Garou walk away from their docked boat into the hustle and bustle of Arcadia. He wears a light blue shirt and comfortable shorts above his sandals. On his head is one of the few hats he owns, a black Cowboy hat that he is thinking of replacing for something more suitable for the climate. "I would like to get a hat today. Is there somewhere you would like to go first?"

"Nei, I have naught in mind. We should simply stop by hvae'er shoppe catches our fancy," she replies with a dimpled smile. "If you want to purchase a new hat, then let us find you one!" Gives his hand a gentle squeeze. No suede breeks or silk blouse; no knee-high boots or kidskin gloves; definitely no weapons belt. None of her usual attire. Instead, Shy is wearing a royal-blue coloured sleveless summer dress, sandals, and a wide brimmed straw hat on this beautiful sunny day.

He returns the hand squeeze with a smile for his lady. "I would also like to get a view of the town from up high. The question becomes where is the highest point around we might climb to and get such a view?"

She is trying not to chortle whenever she looks at him in his cowboy hat, but is not having much success. "I kannot answer that question, Victor. Remember, 'tis my first visit to Arcadia as well." Quickly glances away.

He gives a nod. "We have a map. Let's consult it and see if a hat shop or a men's clothing store or just somewhere that might be tall would be." Another smile to Shy, another squeeze of her hand.

Having been distracted by some children excitedly running by with dripping ice cream cones, turns to look at him when she receives another hand-squeeze. "Hvordan hva might be?" "Where a hat store, or a tall building might be." He pulls the map from his pocket and unfolds it, having to let go of her hand for now. "I think we should go," his head nods down one of the streets, "that way, towards the place marked as a Haberdashery. Lots of flowers that way." The last is added because it is very true. The street smells of the blooms from here.

She, too, can smell the plethora of blossoms. "The flowers have a wonderful fragrance, do they not' 'Tis one of the reasons I enjoy being on the island. It reminds me of the Glade."

He folds the map and returns it to his pocket. His hand reaches for hers again as they walk. "And just like the Glade, we will go swimming later." He smiles at her, glad to be with her in this tropical paradise.

Moves closer to him as they walk along. "I am very happy we came on this holidag, Victor. 'Tis godt to be away fra e'erything back in RhyDin Towne, at least for a while. I want to concentrate on us. On improving our relationship."

"As do I, Shy. I believe we can overcome anything together." He takes a deep breath as they walk through the flower decked streets. "Though the smell of the flowers is strong, it is your scent that intoxicates me, my lady."

Her cheeks immediately tinge a medium-pink upon hearing his latter remark. "Takk, mitt elskling, just so long as 'tis a pleasant aroma." Softly chuckles as she places a quick kiss upon his clean-shaven jaw.

"Very pleasant indeed." His smile grows wider with both her words and the kiss. He turns his face towards her, leaning to press an answering kiss back before her lips are too far away.

"Jeg elsker deg." Softly adds, "I hope you ne'er forget those three little words, Kj'reste, because they are the truth." And if they are being stared at by other tourists or denizens of Arcadia because they are exchanging kisses, she does not care.

"I never shall forget them, Shy. I love you too." A sign catches his eye. "There's a place called Lit Up. A candle store. Shall we visit it?"

Glances around until she locates the sign. "Ja, but not until we find a hat for you first. If you do not mind, I mean." She adores candles, so they most likely will spend a lot of time in that store.

"I do not mind at all. Without our map though I would be a little worried that we would get lost in this town." Retracing your steps sounds much easier than doing it. "Onward to the Haberdashery."

"I am not so concerned about losing our way. Surely someone will point us in the right direction should we bekom disoriented. I have a feeling most people know the location of the boat rental place."

As they close in on the hat shop, she makes a confession to him, "'Tis just my opinion, Victor, but I am tenkning that cowboy hat does not look very godt with hva you are wearing." She is not saying it to be mean or spiteful, and hopefully he will not be offended by her remarks. "Having said that, you are still the most handsome man in towne!"

"Thank you Gorgeous. I know this hat is not what I would like to wear, and so here we are at the Haberdashery to remedy the situation." He grins back at her. "You are right. I am sure we are in no danger of becoming lost."

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NorseLady

Date: 2013-07-28 19:19 EST
When they enter the store a small brass bell lightly jangles above the door, and it makes Shy smile. The sound is just so very delightful and comforting to her. The interior of the shop is cooler in temperature than outside, and it feels nice against her warm skin. Quickly peers around, interested in seeing the various kinds of hats available.

"Welcome to the Haberdashery," says an older man rather gravely. "I am Lincoln. Are you by chance looking for a hat, sir?" The well-dressed man would seem out of place outside in the heat of the day, but appears perfectly at home here in the shop. Victor nods. "Yes, I am. Something suitable for the climate here, Mister Lincoln."

Shy makes sure to stay out of the way as the two men go about finding an appropriate hat for the Garou to wear; one that he likes, and will go well with shorts. Something occurs to her, and thinks it definitely should be voiced. "Victor?"

"Yes Shy?" He pulls away from the older gentleman, turning his focus to the Viking woman in a heartbeat.

"I suggest we find two hats for you. One for casual wear, and perhaps one for dressier occasions" I realize the hat I am wearing na is informal, but I did bring along my fancier one that I purchased the dag before we left RhyDin."

He gives a nod. "I shall do that. The casual one first though." Those are at the front of the shop near the windows. In a few minutes Victor tried on a couple different hats, and decided on a straw hat. "Shy, do you like this one?"

A slight tilting of her head as she intently studies him in the wide-brimmed summer headwear. "Ja, I do tenke that one looks godt on you."

"Glad to hear you say so, my lady. I am getting it." Mr. Lincoln solemnly takes the hat, and leads to the more formal hats along the back wall. "Would you please come help me choose a dressier hat, my lady?"

"Ja sure, Kj'reste." Slips her hand into his as they move from one area to the next. Her gaze drifts over the many hats that rest on the shelves.

"The lady mentioned her new hat earlier. May I ask what that hat looks like" Are we trying to find its partner?" Lincoln's eyes slide from Victor to Shy as he asks his questions. He set down the straw hat carefully, giving it more respect than perhaps it deserves.

Delicately arched brows raise in surprise. "Not necessarily." She really does not know what else to say to that inquiry. Glances at Victor.

"I think we shall stick to matching the nice things I brought to wear." The older man answers, "Without a hat' Tsk tsk, sir." The older man's smile is there to take any sting from the words. Victor gives a small nod. "I think I prefer a lighter color. White even, or a light gray perhaps."

"I tenke you should try on that one." Indicates the hat she means by pointing at it. "The white one on the second shelf, next to the tan one with the feather on the side."

"Certainly." He tries on the one she points out, then shakes his head. "Not this one." The white one is replaced by a blue hat with a black band. That too is dismissed.

She rather liked that first one. "Do you have any other hats that are not on display, Mister Lincoln?" She does not seem to be of much help to the Garou at all, and waits for Victor to agree or disagree. After all, he might not want to look at more chapeaus. "Indeed I do. Something light, and with a band, perhaps?" Mister Lincoln inquires softly, wishing to make his trip to the back worth it.

Victor nods. "Light, with a band, but nothing like that." Pointing to a hat that had more than its share of interesting features on it.

Shy meanders over to a display near the door that features several dark hats once she espies a particularly unique looking headpiece.

He watches Shy as she moves towards the door. "What has your interest there, Gorgeous?"

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NorseLady

Date: 2013-07-28 19:35 EST
Picks up the black Gaucho hat with the little black pom poms dangling all around the brim. "I am wondering hvorfor someone would wear this?"

"All kinds of people wear hats. Someone thought it was a good idea to make, so I gather someone will think it a good idea to wear. Just not me." Too bad about the pom poms, really.

For a brief moment she thinks about trying it on, but changes her mind. Sets the hat back on the rack, then moves to the door to watch the passers-by. "Kan we leave soon, Kj'reste?" Her stomach is starting to growl. It must be nearing time for the mid-day meal.

"Of course. When Mister Lincoln returns, we will check out." The man reappears as his name is being spoken, holding a hat box. "Would you care to try on this one, sir?"

"I think it is about time for us to leave." Mister Lincoln nods, fetching the first hat chosen. As they talk price, the older man pulls the other hat from its box. It is a lovely gray with a dark black band. Victor puts it on his head between paying the man for the first hat and getting his change. It fits. "Shy, what do you think?" She turns away from the door, to face Victor. A bright smile quickly surfaces. "Oh! 'Tis a wonderful hat, and you look very dashing in it." Nodding her approval. "I still tenke you should buy a white one, too. Perhaps we kan return later?"

"Three hats" Well, why not' Certainly, Shy." The gray hat is bought at a surprisingly reasonable amount. It is last year's fashion, it seems.

"Good day, Mister Lincoln." Putting his black hat in with the gray one, Victor carries his hat box in one hand. His straw hat goes on his head. He moves to the door, swiftly opening it for Shy. "To lunch, my heart."

Before exiting the store she lifts her hand in a departing wave to the distinguished haberdashery male. "Farvel for na, Mister Lincoln. We will be back." Flashing a pretty smile to the older gentleman.

Now that she is outside states, "I am definitely famished." Her stomach grumbles loudly as if in agreement proclaiming, Feed Me! Softly chortles as she looks at Victor. "Uff da!"

"Are you hungry for anything in particular?" Outside he reaches for her hand once more. "I caught sight of an Italian place down by the beach."

It feels good to be holding hands again. "That is fint with me. I wonder if they sell pizza pies?"

"I hope so. Pizza sounds good." He grins at Shy as they make their way back towards the beach through town.

(adapted from live rp)