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posted on Mar 6, 2019 5:17:49 GMT by Euron |
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The skies rumbled with thunder as a blanket of gray enveloped the once powder blue sky. The winds were howling, every blade of grass and weed blew in the wind alongside the rustling treetops. Despite the nearest lake being yards away the smell of water still filled the air. A storm was coming.
Miles from the city rested Euron Blacktyde’s camp. It was a small site with only a few details worth noting; his tent was pitched at the edge of a tree line just outside the heart of the clearing he choose. His fire pit, now orange with small dancing flames fought against the cooling air. All besides his tent and fire was a pile of firewood that waited for use at the side of his tent. All in all it seemed he’d have nothing of use for any raiders.
As for Euron, he rested on his knees at the fireside, his axe’s head planted onto the ground, his hands at the knob. His breathing was calm and his hair blew in the breeze. The warrior was meditating after a good hunt, while it brought him nothing but a serpent and fish he at least had enough to fill his belly for the cold night ahead.
Crackling flames slowly roasted the serpent wrapped fish he had put on a spit. Both would provide him nourishment, it was only luck he managed to catch either in these conditions.
Euron’s meal was slowly darkening, the scent of meat filled the air as it roasted. Anyone in the immediate area would have been able to smell it. In his meditation, he was certainly open to any attacks.
Much to his dismay, he would not get to enjoy his meal dry as it began to rain, a light drizzle threatening to put out his flame. “Gods... This is no good.” his eyes peeked open at the sky above. The storm was certainly coming faster than he could cook.
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posted on Mar 7, 2019 4:21:03 GMT by celestine |
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Rain was – well. It was weird. Water that fell from up-high, a ceiling of clouds. Ever inconsistent, sometimes little more than a spittle, speckling the manakete’s cheeks and long hair with small cool droplets. Other times it poured, doused and seemed almost intent on drowning, soaking every last inch of her. Since leaving Rhondda, the rain had been mercifully scarce. Although the tips of her ears still turned pink upon recounting the expressions upon the humanoid faces of merchants who she had encountered early on. How they had gawked at the manakete’s open-mouthed gaping and shouts at the dark clouds that had all-too-suddenly opened up before her, and drenched all around. In Celestine’s defense, weather tended to be rather secular within the underbelly of a mountain. She still wasn’t quite used to it, how fickle weather actually could be, despite having now been on the road for a number of weeks. She shivered as a sharp gust of wind picked up, howled within her ears. Not at the sound but at how cold it felt against her skin, how it seemed to seep deeply to her bones. She tugged her travelling cloak tighter, sniffed almost miserably. Only for the golden depths of her eyes to spark, a soft appreciative sound wriggled up her throat – there was something nice, carried on the wind. Smoky. Salty. It coaxed the manakete’s mouth to water, chased off the weight of the road and the cold. Urged her to follow her nose. So she did. Not all that quietly. Leaving the road, to follow the enticing scent into underbrush and foliage, quickly dirt began to cake along her boots, the cuffs of her pants. Leaves and similar tufts of greenery became caught by the hem of her cloak, within the long dark strands of her hair. Her heels snapped twigs with almost every step, cuffing the edges of roots, splashing shallow puddles. Yet, in showing no sense of reserve, it didn’t take long for Celestine to stumble across the somewhat hidden camp, her snake-like eyes immediately focusing upon the lit fire, caring for little else. With an elated grin and a short laugh she half-sprinted ahead, crouching before the licking flames. Palms held up, appreciative for a moment as the gnawing ice within her bones began to recede, she then pressed her hands together, fingertips steepling. ”Mmm … this is so nice.” Closing her eyes, she breathed in deeply, enjoying how that enticing aroma was made all the headier now that she could see exactly what it was that had been left to roast. ”And it smells so nice too.”Opening her eyes and turning her head, her face warmed by the fire’s glow, only then did Celestine seem to take notice of the human whose campsite that she had barged into, and who was kneeling in the dirt right beside her. If his powerful build and the sharpened edge of an axe, set down within his reach, weren’t enough to paint an intimidating picture, the dreadful scars that crawled up the side of his face should have unnerved, made it blatantly obvious that he was no ordinary traveler. Yet, acknowledging his axe with a curious glint, those snake-like hues settled upon his face, followed by Celestine offering a wide smile. ”Oh, hi – sorry for barging in. What’s for dinner?” | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong
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posted on Mar 7, 2019 5:05:37 GMT by Euron |
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edited on Mar 7, 2019 5:07:40 GMT by Euron |
The gods should have preserved him in this cold. As quickly as he had lost his focus it had returned, the low patter of the coming rains helping him sync his focus back to the rhythm of his breathing. Under his breath he would begin a slow chat of intangible words, rather they were prayers or other wise he wasn’t sure but the more he spoke them the more confident he began to feel in his meditative practice.
The sky rumbled with thunder, the crackle of leaves, the splash of shallow pools and breaking of twigs would not deter his focus, he’d dismiss every interruption as nothing more than animal chatter. He was in the forest after all, there was no doubt in his mind that beasties were preserving themselves for the coming rain that was about to follow the cold front.
With his eyes closed and his grip on his ax softening Euron continued on his quiet chanting. His reasoning for doing so in the first place was to give thanks for a good hunt on top of asking for more fortune to come his way. More than anything he sought to honor his ancestors in hopes to gain their favor in his next battle, rather or not the ancestors received his plea was as mysterious as the existence of the gods he followed. With any luck the old bastards gave him their blessing.
In the midst of his chanting the chatter from before had returned, it was louder this time and like the last he assumed it was nothing more than a beast seeking shelter. Sadly for whatever was prowling near his camp he had nothing for it but the head of his ax if it so choose as to press it’s luck against him. Once again the noise would stop, though this time instead of silence he was spoken to. ”Mmm … this is so nice.”
Euron’s left eye peeked open to gaze at whatever manner of talking animal decided to interrupt him and to his surprise there was no beast, no, instead he had found a woman’s citrine gaze.
Startling the warrior would lose his grip on his weapon and the handle would fall to the grass at his knees as an uncharacteristic gasp jolted from his lungs.
The horned woman would take notice of him, casually asking what was for dinner as if they were campmates. A bit stunned by her forwardness he was silent for a moment as his scarred lips curled into a wary smile. His weight was shifted onto an elbow that had found itself planted in the ground, the rest of his body relaxed.
“Ah, well suppose serpent and fish are for dinner lady.” his words were uneasy though, as soon as he realized his submissive positioning he reasserted himself to standing position. With crossed arms, he looked down at the well again, horned woman. He didn’t quite know what to make of her besides that.
“Oi!” he barked the word, “Don’t you go askin’ me what’s for dinner lady. You think I don’t know your type?” his face twisted into an inquisitive sneer.
In truth, he didn’t know her type but he couldn’t have let her get over him with tricks! “The ole lost beautiful woman tricks the foolish man into letting her rest in his camp trick ey?” he acted as if he saw through her.
“Then wham!” he hit his left hand with a balled fist, “Your mates, or mate if you prefer, wack him over the head and you make off with his coin! Well, you can't-fool me! Prepare for a wrestle if ya don’t submit now!”
In an attempt to save his masculinity in front of his ancestors in case they had been watching he prepared to wrestle the stranger by spreading his legs and raising his hands! To add on to his showy display his ever sinister fingers wriggled. That’d intimidate the thief no doubt! And maybe get him bonus points with his great grandfather Ernest the tickler... Old pervert. Gods rest his soul.
There was no doubt in his mind he could probably not take her given how hungry he was but he had his will! And that was more than enough! It was her move now...
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posted on Mar 7, 2019 6:20:57 GMT by celestine |
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edited on Mar 7, 2019 6:22:50 GMT by celestine |
Serpent and fish. Celestine was familiar with both but she couldn’t say that she’d ever eaten snake before. And the dark arches of her eyebrows furrowed gently, her mouth pinching as she pictured a snake. Long, much longer than her own arm in length. Its form twisting, slithering along the forest dank, dull brown scales yearning to bask beneath sunlight. A dark forked tongue ever in motion so as to taste approaching threats, as of yet ignorant of the hunter that stalked it. Meant to roast its meat over a fire. Meat that continued to smell really, really good. As appetizing as the familiar saltiness of the fish. ”Well, it smells delicious,” she enthused, though found herself gasping at a sudden thought. Her body leaning forward, closer towards him, her snake-like eyes bright with excitement, her voice growing louder with enthusiasm. ”Ooh, is it poisoned – like a fun poison?” Realizing that that warrantied further explanation, she quickly added, ”like a game. Testing to see who can eat the most before getting sick.”. That sounded fun, she really wanted to play. Though, her grin faltered and her eagerness quickly dampened as he suddenly brought his voice to shout back at her. His expression mean, accusing. Even as he called her beautiful. ”So …” Her voice was small, uncertain. Her head was tilted slightly, her fingers traced the pale edge of one of her horns as her gaze, regarding him, seemed to be confused, cautious. ”You think I’m … beautiful?” She dropped her gaze, her hand likewise moving to the clasp of her cloak, and a smile teased at the corners of her mouth as her fingertips played at the metal. ”It’s my cloak,” she insisted, almost shyly. ”See this buckle? It’s real silver. It was a gift from my parents – I think it’s beautiful too.”She really and truly did, which was why she held out her palm, gesturing for him to stop, to pause. ”Wait – wait – wait!” Fiddling with the silver, she unfastened the clasp and, shifting and rolling her shoulders, removed her cloak. Bundling it in her hands, she set it aside. ”Okay, that’s better,” she grinned as she turned back towards him, satisfied that her cloak would be safe, resting her hands against the curves of her waist. ”I guess we can scrap now – once we’ve decided on names.” That’s how she and all the pig-headed dwarven boys had always wrestled – with agreed upon names that could be shouted, to better crow the victor. She eyed him, expectedly. ”Celestine – the mount –” By force of habit, she’d almost called herself “ the mountain dragon,” but, away from her underground home it no longer sounded as impressive, kind of dumb actually. Gnawing at her lip gently, she thought for a moment. And then smirked. ”Actually, call me ‘Celestine, the firebrand,’ okay?” | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong
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posted on Mar 7, 2019 6:50:15 GMT by Euron |
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This foolish woman must have thought him to be a fool! Which was probably ironic in some way or another, Euron never understood Irony... At first he thought it to be a type of cake but regardless of his feelings on iron cake he would not let this thief get into his head.
The white horned one spoke of her cloak buckle, no doubt stolen! Like the rest of everything she had! “You think you can distract me? With your looks you probably swindled good men all over this forest with your little tale! But not I!” he backed away from her slowly, just a few feet to better asses the situation. She was certainly taller than he expected her to be.
The red haired male had thought his opponent would give the signal to her comrades to raid him, instead she stripped herself of her cloak and bundled it up neat. Euron was almost offended at the very move she made, and then she had the audacity to place a hand on her hip and accept his challenge if he weren’t so hungry he would have told her a thing or two about manners!
When he thought she’d run she stripped, when he thought she’d call her party, she gave him her name and what a name it was.
“Celestine, the firebrand?” he repeated with a quirked brow, “You think some sorta fancy nickname will scare me?!” he sucked his teeth.
“Celestine the Firebrand! You best prepare yourself for the romping of your life!” he declared as he took hold of both sides of his worn cotton shirt, ‘For I, Euron War tooth will wrestle you into submission! Have at thee!”
There was no way he could lose! The ancestors were watching and once he defeated her in a grappling match they would no doubt give him favor and he would reveal her plot to rob him.
With his bellowing call he tore his shirt off at its sides at flexed his muscles in his war cry before darting towards the woman like a raging bull. His first attempt at her was a mere grapple, his arms would seize her waist and he’d make his attempt to pluck her off of the ground before wrestling her down to the ground. As hopeful as he may have been to show off he was slow in his delivery of every action, when he’d pick her up, had she not reversed it she could have sensed him tremble as his growling belly provided an adequate distraction for any counterattack she may have had.
“I don’t want to hurt a pretty face, but if you keep this up I’ll... I’ll. I’ll do something to ya.”
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posted on Mar 7, 2019 8:56:01 GMT by celestine |
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Delight broke across her face, her cheeks flushing noticeably. ”Really, truly?” She gasped, half-laughed. Her slender, clawed fingertips once against steepling as she held her hands close to her lips, her grin not relinquishing any of the joy that his words had invoked within her. ”You think it’s a great name?” As much as she had liked her own self-appointed moniker, “ the Mountain Dragon,” those whom she had told it too had not seemed as impressed. She had rather thought that the same would ring true now, but instead he’d called it “ fancy.” Scary as well – pretty-sounding and unnerving was always what she had been hoping for, what made for truly heroic or legendary names. ”I like your name too, Euron War tooth. It sounds super tough,” she offered, bouncing on the heels of her boots, her skin still flushed. The tearing fabric of his shirt followed. Falling droplets of rainwater immediately splattered and trickled down hardened muscle, his exposed and defined pectoral muscles, and Celestine pursed her lips, to whistle a low, drawn-out melody. ”And you’re super strong too.”Perhaps she should have stopped admiring him, stopped basking in the delight of his compliment, and taken his challenge more seriously, for all too suddenly there was a sharp tightness around her midriff, her air stifled by the pressure of strong muscle. Of his arms enfolding her, crushing her, lifting her up off the ground. Her heels kicked as she gasped for breath. ”Ow – was what she wanted to say, but couldn’t catch her breath. So instead she writhed, attempted to twist in his hold. She threw her head back and, with reckless force, smashed her forehead down against his. Only, she possessed horns, curved ram-like beauties, whereas, being human, he did not. Without any hesitation, she made to smash her head against his once again. She could feel him trying to maneuver her to the ground, to pin himself down on top of her, but she also knew that her horns were likely to make his vision swim, to at least give him added trouble in holding her still and in-place. She twisted her body again, not quite to break out of his grip but to better maneuver her tail. To lash its length and width against his gut in a sharp slam. To then follow through with a second tail-lashing but instead aimed at his lower extremity. The dwarven wrestling that Celestina had learned was somewhat rough. | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong
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posted on Mar 9, 2019 2:55:14 GMT by Euron |
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There was a sudden impact and a bone-jarring thud that made his forehead explode with pain.
Euron teetered back, still keeping hold of the dark haired woman with all of the might he could still muster up, in his eyes tiny translucent stars whisked in his field of vision for the few seconds he got his eyes open before another stiff headbutt would hit him again.
His hands retreated to his face as he held on to the bridge of his nose, while he appreciated a good fight every now and then the feeling of raw bone against his flesh deterred his willingness to hold the girl and she’d be plopped just in front of him.
If the pain in his face from his now bruised nose wasn’t enough the dragoness seemed to be full of surprises as she whipped her tail at him with enough force to make him stumble, had he not gotten a guard over his chest he probably would have been knocked out right then and there. Lowering his guard he smirked, “Ha is that the best you’ve got woma-”
*WHIP* her tail sounded again and before he knew it Euron faced a pain like none he had ever felt in his life. Falling to his knees Euron’s right hand shielded his stones as the other planted into the ground to support him. The pain was instant on delivery and the only word he could muster up was ‘ahhhhh’ as he would collapse onto the ground and roll onto his back.
Both of his hands would clasp his extremities as he took a series of sharp breaths. His heavy breathing would continue before he’d burst into a fit of laughter, though it wouldn’t all be joyful as he panted between cackles.
“Y-you fight dirty!” he beamed with joy as he rolled onto his knees, “I like that.” he’d offer her a sincere smile as he hunched over, the tears in his eyes were either from the pain or the laughter but regardless he had found himself infatuated with the horned woman.
“Please join me for dinner, I’ll make us some r-ri-riiiiiice” he fell back over, still holding himself as he rested on his back. “Gods it’s like you dropped an anvil on ‘em.” the ancestors were probably laughing at his pain.
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posted on Mar 9, 2019 5:10:26 GMT by celestine |
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A dirty fighter. Breathing deeply of the wet, frigid air, now that her figure was no longer constricted, Celestine ran her hands down the fabric of her shirt, smoothing out its wrinkles, the pale ache from the human male’s hold. Her amber gaze observed how he gasped, panted, as he knelt. Body hunched, recovering from her tail’s final strike. She tilted her head gently, thoughtfully – did she fight dirty? Her horns and her tail had always been useful, so too her claws. They had always needed to be, obvious as they were, unique as they were. It only made sense to use them in a fight, to determine to win when in a fight. But maybe fighting outside of Rhondda was done differently, like a game with a unique set of rules. Maybe should have asked such a question, further back along the road when such a question could have been asked. ”I won, right?” That for now was the most pressing question. And that had the raven-haired manakete bouncing, again on the heels of her boots, her arms moving, shuffling, waving in a small and entirely impromptu dance. ”Yesss – hail the great and powerful Firebrand! Whoohoo!” Laughing, even the cold splattering of the rain, becoming less of a drizzle and more of a shower, couldn’t dampen her mood. Though, she became a bit more serious at the mention of rice. ”Oh, I can help.” Dropping to kneel beside him, Celestine looked to Euron, earnest but for her sunny smile. ”I haven’t done any cooking in … in, um …” She looked thoughtful, pondering for a moment. In truth, she’d never actually done any sort of cooking at all. Yet, before she could admit to that, his groan distracted her, had her smile twisting crookedly, almost apologetic. ”You need a tail – they’re pretty useful.” She curled the white-scaled length of her tail around her left thigh, drumming her claws against her scales once, then twice. ”Don’t worry, a lot of the boys that I grew up with totally made the same mistake at first too – but, after a few hits to the head they eventually learned. You seem way more capable though, I bet next time we wrestle I won’t be able to pull the same thing.”She smiled more broadly, encouragingly. ”So, Euron, how do we make rice?” | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong
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posted on Mar 9, 2019 6:26:11 GMT by Euron |
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“Yes, yes celebrate great and powerful firebrand.” he wafted a hand in the air in a bowing gesture. His other hand was still shielding his lower bits out of fear of being struck again but he would still admire her victory dance. He had been in many fights; Some in bars against men just as big as him, others were drunkards and even at one point a werewolf but never in his life had he fought someone like this. Not only did she defeat him with power but she did so in such a manner that kept her on top of her opponent no matter their size. It was admirable of her to be so... Bold. Another low groan left his lips as he sat up to greet the enthusiastic woman, “You want to help? Well it’s going to rain out soon but rice is usually quick. It just needs to be warmed.” he pointed to the fire pit, “J-just take the fish off of the flame and plate it on a tin.” had she looked at the fire she’d see a single dish resting against the rocks that made up the rim of the flame. “Get that and take it to the tent... Less you like your food soggy.” he took a sharp breath and forced himself to stand on his feet. Euron staggered as he made his way back to his tent, “C’mon to shelter if you want, given you’ve bested me tonight you can at least be dry while you eat your winnings.” he wouldn’t enter the tent instead he’d open it for her as a gentleman should, though for the sake of it he still kept a hand over himself in case she felt the need to go at it again. He tried his best to not sell the fact that he was still in pain.. If she entered the tent he would return to the fire side after rummaging through a sack at the side of the tent. He’d remove a cloth wrapped pot and opened it. There was a bounty of rich white grains, just enough for his new friend to sample at least. While the rice was already cooked he figured it’d be best to at least warm it up thus he’d place the pot over the open flame just ontop the collapsed pillar of charred, ashen sticks and let it rest. With that, he’d sit down next to the flame and sung to himself, a song his nan used to sing to him of sea raiders. Or rather he tried to piece it together from memory. The rain began to pick up, the drizzle becoming a moderate down pour. celestine
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posted on Mar 12, 2019 8:49:23 GMT by celestine |
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edited on Mar 12, 2019 8:51:57 GMT by celestine |
”Only if it’s soup. Or a stew.”She didn’t hear the discomfort, the aching resulting from bruising, battery, within the underlying of his voice. Didn’t notice the stiffness of his movements, as Celestine was already in motion. First snatching up her cloak, throwing the velvet over her shoulders, her claws easily fixing its buckle into place. Then, her steps every bit as quick, all energetic excitement, she was standing before the fire. Picking up the metal tin, just as instructed. And then reaching for the roasting fish. She hesitated, her fingertips reaching. The heat of the fire at first warm but quickly verging on becoming uncomfortable, a warning that would all too quickly burn. Celestine, however, took another moment to sniff, to breathe in the aroma, just as she had earlier. The rain was causing the flames to hiss, in a fashion much as the manakete could imagine of the roasted snake, smoke becoming thickest around the hissing wood. In that moment, in the aftermath of victory, of compliments, and the continuation of good company, everything seemed so perfect. Deserving of being appreciated. However, she had to remember that the food wasn’t just hers. And Euron mightn’t have liked the taste of rain in his meal. ”Okay, got the fish … snake … snake-fish!” Holding the plate out before her, her claws holding to its edges and their cooked meal resting within the tin’s center, Celestine hurried over to where Euron stood at his tent. Holding its flap back, for her to enter first. ”Thanks,” she grinned, her canines flashing, but only briefly, as she quickly ducked low to get inside. It was drier, warmer within the tent and, placing their meal down to the side of her, Celestine immediately ran her claws through the heavy mass of her hair, shaking as much rain from it as she could. Then she quickly went through the pouch-like bag, worn at her hip, pulling out what few belongings that she had been keeping within it. Crumpled parchment. Some jewelry. A half-eaten baked treat beginning to lose its freshness. A somewhat light coin-purse. An empty flask. Then a second flask. The second she shook, gnawing lightly at her lip. Only to smile, relieved to find that it was mostly full. ”Phew.” Mostly whispered to herself, Celestine began to shove everything else back into her bag, only to abruptly pause, her eyebrows furrowing, worried. It only just beginning to dawn on her that the tent was somewhat small. It fit her, her knees bent, her tail twisted around her. But Euron was large, large for a human too. And the rain was doing that thing again, where it seemed to want to drown everything and everyone. Nudging the tent’s flap to the side, Celestine could see that Euron was already its victim. His broad back facing her as he sat before the fire, his outgrown dark hair clung to the nape of his neck, drenched. Celestine gnawed unhappily at her lip, unable to think of how to make the shelter big enough for them both. It would have been easier if he was a dwarf. Or two heads shorter. Clapping her hands together tightly, she held them close to her mouth, whispering, ”Poly?”. Honestly, she didn’t really understand how praying worked – how gods worked, the extent and nature of their abilities. She paused, uncertain. ”Polemos?” She hoped for a response. Yet, didn’t know what sort of response she could hope for – a whisper on the wind? For the golden-haired war-deity to suddenly appear before her? For the responsive crack of lightning? Another pause, then she whispered, ”Um. If you can hear me, maybe you could do me a favor?” Silence, save for the heavy echo of the rain. ”Right, um, it’s just a small favor. Maybe you could … make the rain stop or – or make the tent bigger or even just make my new friend smaller – just temporarily though. You’re pretty strong so …”Celestine held her breath, waiting. For the rain to stop. For the tent to abruptly grow in size. For something ”… Poly?”She waited a few moments longer. Yet still nothing happened, changed. Releasing her pending breath in a heavy and disappointed gusto, Celestine dropped her hands back to her side. Either her god hadn’t heard her prayer, or he felt that she needed to resolve her own problem. Celestine was unsure which of those was likely the case. Getting to her feet, half-stooped as she stayed within the tent, she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head before stepping out into the rain. And crossing the short space to both the fire and Euron. As she approached, Celestine could hear, above the rain and the hissing fire, music, of him singing. She didn’t recognize the song, it wasn’t like the low, slow and somber melody that most dwarven ballads followed. What Euron sung of seemed to be of the sea. Celestine knew very little of the sea, could barely imagine such a large expanse of water, so the music seemed strange to her ears. Yet beautiful in its own way. Without a word, Celestine pressed her body up against his back, half-leaning over one of his toned shoulders as she unfastened her cloak, half-shrugging it off whilst spreading it out as much as she could. So that it could keep the rain off of her and him both, somewhat clumsily. ”I like this song,” she grinned. | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong
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