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* Nacheyla is puttering around in the kitchen, making dinner. She has her tail tucked over her arm like a man might carry an umbrella. * Xarroch walks purposefully up to the door of Nacheyla's house and knocks once... the door and frame rattle dangerously under the blow. * Nacheyla jumps, nearly dropping a measuring cup filled with broth. <Nacheyla> Ack! ::wiping her hands on her apron, she moves towards the door:: Who is it? * Xarroch ponders for a moment if he should knock again, and perhaps with less force, then hears the voice from within. <Xarroch> It is Xarroch! <Nacheyla> ::opens the door a tiny bit and peeks out:: * Xarroch offers a smile from his overly large human form <Nacheyla> Oh! It is you. ::stands behind the door to open it:: Come in. <Xarroch> ::hesitates only slightly:: Thank you, Nacheyla. ::squeezes through the door and steps clear of it's closing path, scanning the room quickly before looking at Nacheyla again with subtle appreciation:: * Nacheyla closes the door behind him, almost too quickly. Her house is darker than normal, as all the curtains are pulled tightly closed. Nacheyla smiles at him, distractedly. She is wearing a long dark red sleeveless shirt and tight black leather pants. A faded frilly yellow apron clashes badly with the outfit. <Nacheyla> I was just making dinner... I don't know what you prefer, but you're welcome to share, if you're hungry. <Xarroch> ::sniff the air with interest and glances towards the kitchen:: It could be interesting to try some human food. I take it that it agrees well enough with your current form? <Nacheyla> It hasn't been too bad. I find myself eating less greens than normal, but I don't think it's too bad. What do infernals eat? ::glances at him:: You can slip into something more comfortable, if you'd like. No one can see you here... <Xarroch> ::grins a little:: Usually a bit less of the vegetation, yes. ::with apparently little concentration, Xarroch grows into his true form, the poor human clothes ripping apart and falling to the floor:: Ahhh, much better, thank you. <Nacheyla> ::smiles at him over her shoulder:: I know that feeling... walking to market with my hood up, keeping my eyes downcast, with my tail stuffed down the back of my pants... * Nacheyla hums to herself as she adds broth to the simmering mixture hanging over the fire. <Xarroch> ::looks at Nacheyla's tail for a moment:: A shame to hide such a lovely tail, too... <Nacheyla> Well... ::bends down and pokes at the fire:: Like I told Zoya, I don't think I'm fireproof... * Nacheyla sniffs at the pot, then turns to her spice rack and pulls down a few bottles. "Hmmm... does garlic bother you?" <Xarroch> If you share traits with the creatures you appear like, you should have some natural resistance to fire, actually. If you wish to test it, I could heal you if anything goes amiss. <Nacheyla> No, that's okay... I've been burned before... <Xarroch> Garlic? ::shakes his head:: I am unfamiliar with it. ::grins again:: I do not think I have tried human food in the past. <Nacheyla> ::walks over to him with the small herb jar:: This is garlic. I ask because sometimes creatures like vampires have extremely violent, unpleasant reactions to it. And I'm not sure if the tendency comes from being undead or not. <Xarroch> ::sniffs the garlic:: Interesting. I do not think it would disagree with me. <Nacheyla> ::grins:: good. I happen to be rather fond of garlic. ::walks back over to the pot and adds a half palm of minced garlic to the stew. <Xarroch> And undead are affected adversely by such? How interesting. <Nacheyla> They get blisters from it... * Xarroch watches Nacheyla move about her cooking tasks with interest <Nacheyla> ::wipes her hands on her apron, turns, and begins chopping beef into small, bite sized pieces:: <Xarroch> ::sniffs the air again as the beef is sliced:: Ahh, now *that* is a very pleasant smell! * Nacheyla 's tail twitches free from her arm, coiling around her leg, the spade moving gently around her ankle. <Nacheyla> ::smiles to herself:: I keep having to force myself to cook it, you know. * Nacheyla snitches a small cube of beef off the cutting board and pops it into her mouth before dumping the rest into the pot. <Xarroch> Tell me, how did you come to be in this current form? It suits you well, I think ::watching the tail swing free for a moment:: But I did not think it was normal for you. <Xarroch> ::chuckles a little:: Fresh meat has a powerful appeal. * Nacheyla gives the pot a stir, then covers it with the lid. "We'll let that simmer a bit." <Nacheyla> ::walks back out into the living room and sits down, gingerly moving her tail out of the way:: Well, you were there when I was... a little younger? I think you were... <Xarroch> ::nods:: It was a child human form, was it not? <Nacheyla> ::nods and points at the small yellow star which is zipping around her head:: This item has helped me to live the lifespan of... four times the normal for a human. When I slay an undead, he converts the energy of the undead into life energy for me. <Nacheyla> When you saw me as a child, I'd just gotten back from the Moonshaes, where I had dealt with a lich... a lich who was much stronger than I had bargained for. <Xarroch> ::considers the yellow star with interest:: I see. I do recall that you seemed to be much more long lived than a normal human. ::grins:: <Xarroch> Stronger..? You mean that it had given you back more years than you expected? <Nacheyla> ::shudders slightly:: If I'd miscalculated much worse, I'd not be here at all... I'd have grown young enough not to exist at all. I went from almost fifty to eleven in about six minutes. <Xarroch> Ahh, so the more powerful the undead, the more of your lifespan is turned back. <Xarroch> And you can.. not accept some of this rejuvenation? <Nacheyla> ::nods:: I haven't been so young since I was young. Been sixteen three times now, but never all the way back to childhood. <Xarroch> ::chuckles lightly:: It is hard to imagine going back to being such a young being. <Nacheyla> Actually, it's sort of entertaining. As I've noticed, despite retaining all my knowledge, I end up having the wants and needs of my present form. * Xarroch looks around and carefully settles into the sturdiest looking piece of furniture <Nacheyla> So, here I am, an eleven year old who's been married seven times, given birth to and buried over thirty children, chasing pollywogs around the lake in the Moonshaes. <Xarroch> ::raises an eyebrow and looks at Nacheyla with interest:: Thus the... ::grin:: interesting behavior you had demonstrated as a child, and in this new form? * Xarroch laughs his deep, rumbling, cheerful laugh <Nacheyla> In any case, I went over to Zoya's Tower the day after I saw you ::glances at him:: It took me forever to fix the bar top, you know! * Nacheyla catches the end of her tail and absent-mindedly chews on the end of it, thinking. <Xarroch> ::grinning unrepentantly:: I was feeling a bit peckish. And it was amusing to watch your reactions... you were acting so much differently from the huntress I had grown to know. * Xarroch flutters and settles his wings a bit, the tip of his own tail twitching slightly <Nacheyla> ::waves a hand:: No worries. Anyway, Zoya examined me at the tower, then talked to my little friend here ::points at the star:: Turned out the soul of my adopted father is residing in there. ::grins fondly:: He and Zoya talked it over and they made some modifications to the enchantments on the star, enabling Duriel to change excessive life force into healing magic, if needed. To prevent any further accidents. <Xarroch> ::looks at the yellow star with even more interest:: Very interesting indeed! And this Duriel is your adopted father? ::leans a little towards the yellow star:: <Nacheyla> ::nods:: He took my sister and I in when our parents were killed. ::sighs:: He died creating this item, about ten years after that. <Xarroch> But he lives on in this artifact he created? <Nacheyla> ::nods:: Of course, I didn't know that. Poor thing... I was quite taken aback when Zoya told me. <Nacheyla> It never occurred to him that I would only be able to understand the basic meaning of anything he tried to tell me, so I didn't know. <Xarroch> ::nods a little, turning back to watch Nacheyla again:: I would suppose so! You have lived more than one human lifetime not knowing this. <Nacheyla> well, it's all fixed now. I've learned the spell that lets me speak with him more directly. <Xarroch> ::smiles and settles down more comfortably, the chair creaking dangerously:: Good! <Nacheyla> After we settled that, Zoya and Duriel reversed some of the magic, allowing me to age a few years. I guess I'm about nineteen or twenty, at the moment. <Xarroch> And let me guess... the wild magic surged and changed your form as you aged to an adult? <Nacheyla> ::notices that she's biting her tail again and puts it behind her firmly:: Exactly. * Xarroch grins a little <Nacheyla> Zoya thinks that it'll wear off, eventually. ::looks sort of uncertain:: Otherwise, she keeps threatening to "do something about it". I'm not sure what worries me more. <Xarroch> You seem to be fairly comfortable as you are, at least. ::glancing up and down:: <Nacheyla> ::smiles a bit shyly:: It definitely has its advantages. And I'm worried if I let Zoya try to "fix it" I'll end up with purple feathered wings or something. <Xarroch> ::laughs:: I think her magic is normally fairly well controlled. It is unlikely that she would cause another random change, though still possible. I would offer to help, but as I think is amply evident, I am not particularly skilled with transformations and shape changes. <Nacheyla> Definite points in this form's favor: I can track easily, by smell. I can see in almost total darkness. I seem to be able to run faster, longer. And I keep debating about getting a new bow, as I could probably pull one at twice the weight of my current bow. <Xarroch> ::grins:: Among other things, yes. And the disadvantages? Obviously moving among your own kind is more hazardous, now. <Nacheyla> ::gets up and paces around, her tail swishing somewhat aggravatedly:: Yes. Definitely. And it's almost time for me to take a trip to Khymrych, and I don't think my family will be at all pleased to see me looking like this. <Nacheyla> Vallel doesn't mind *much*, I don't think. But he's one of the less provincial relations. <Xarroch> ::looks up, slightly distracted by the swishing tail:: And the boy does have some experience dealing with beings of other sorts. <Nacheyla> Some. Although I think you frighten him, just a bit. <Xarroch> ::smiles just a bit:: I am used to such reactions. Among my kind, cowing others into fear is a survival trait. <Nacheyla> ::looks down at herself:: It's probably a good thing I'm not among your kind, then. I don't think I look very frightening. <Xarroch> ::glancing down with Nacheyla's look:: There are... other paths to controlling others and to power. And your form isn't meant to inspire *fear*. * Nacheyla smiles slightly, her tail coiling around her waist, the spade resting easily on her left hip. <Nacheyla> I mean, maybe it's selfish of me... ::pouts:: but I *like* this body... I feel young and strong and... alive. <Xarroch> ::returns the smile easily, then shakes his head a bit and looks a little more focused:: And you certainly look it, as well. <Nacheyla> Thank you... ::her smile falters a bit:: But Glossaria said you might feel that way. In fact, she warned me to stay away from you until I'm back to normal. <Xarroch> Still... ::trails off for a moment:: I suppose while you may be used to a distance between yourself and other humans due to your longevity, it is a difficult thing to not have a place to belong. <Xarroch> Oh, she did? ::laughs suddenly:: <Nacheyla> ::nods, looking pensive:: My family has always been the most important thing in my life. My parents ::her voice grows raspy:: were killed by a vampire. They came back in the night to slaughter my brothers and sisters, until just me and my youngest sister were left alive, terrorized, dreading and longing for the day when it would all be over. <Xarroch> Nacheyla... you need not continue if it pains you. Though if speaking further will help, I will be glad, and interested to listen... ::reaches over to pat Nach comfortingly:: <Nacheyla> ::shakes her head:: I want you to understand... if you don't mind. <Xarroch> ::nods and smiles a little:: I would like to understand more of you, huntress. Please go on. * Nacheyla leans her head against Xarroch's arm, being careful not to stick him accidentally with her horns. <Nacheyla> Then Grayson came... ::smiles a bit:: He was a hunter. He saved the village. He worked tirelessly for weeks, finding and killing the vampires and their undead minions. I was fourteen, then. Leaving my sister in Duriel's care, I followed Grayson, determined to learn everything about killing the undead. * Xarroch looks slightly taken aback for just a moment, then shifts to cradle Nacheyla's head comfortably, and unthinkingly avoids the horns. <Xarroch> He sounds formidable. <Nacheyla> Grayson was my teacher, and eventually my lover. He died a month before we were to be wed, killed by a lich. I avenged his death, and went on without him. <Nacheyla> I stopped in Khymrych long enough to give birth to our son, then set off, determined to seek out and destroy the undead. <Xarroch> You learned well to be capable of defeating such a powerful creature. ::approvingly:: <Nacheyla> My sister cared for my baby, brought him up. Duriel made the star for me, and things changed after that. <Xarroch> How did they change? ::curiously:: <Xarroch> You seemed to have a purpose, and significant skill in it's pursuit. <Nacheyla> I gradually realized that I was keeping pace with the years, that people around me grew older and died, while I stayed the same. I married, had children, buried my husbands. Brought my children, sisters and brothers-in-law to Khymrych, where I could keep them safe. My sister died when I was eighty. I didn't look any older than twenty-two at her burial service. <Xarroch> How did the other humans react to your... unchanging? <Nacheyla> The star also countered the life loss effects from more powerful undead, so I was well-armed in my chosen role. I garnered a reputation and my services were sought from far kingdoms. <Nacheyla> ::laughs, somewhat self-consciously:: Most people don't know, or care, how old I am. But my family... I don't know how it happened, but they came to... to hold me in awe. <Xarroch> ::smiles a little:: It is good to have a Purpose... and success in it. <Xarroch> ::shifts slightly, his wings and tail stretching a bit for balance:: In awe? <Nacheyla> I was their protector, their ultimate mother. They send to me for advice and they listen to everything I say. <Xarroch> You became their leader, then? ::curiously:: <Nacheyla> My oldest son? My current relations in that line are ten generations removed from me. <Nacheyla> Not exactly... ::shifts:: More like... a divinity. They think of me as being all wise, all good, all knowing... immortal... <Xarroch> ::makes an odd sound:: I find it difficult to understand such a circumstance. My kind do not grow old and die... they become more powerful, or survive as long as they can. <Xarroch> You became their goddess then? ::chuckles a little:: That would make three gods I know... <Nacheyla> It's not a role I'm very comfortable with. I don't feel divine, or wise, or perfect. I still make mistakes and I still put my tunic on inside out from time to time. <Xarroch> ::laughs:: Gods are not perfect beings either, my long-lived friend. It is a matter of power, of height... distance, and confidence in the face of your followers... ::sounds *almost* regretful:: <Nacheyla> In any case, I didn't mean it to happen that way, but there are... ::thinks:: maybe five hundred of my relations living in Khymrych now... <Xarroch> Five.. hundred? And they all feel this way of you? <Nacheyla> ::nods:: Pretty much. I think Vallel is a little less in awe of me than he was. He sees me as being more... human... I guess. That I'm a real person, with feelings and wants and needs, just like any other. <Xarroch> ::smiles just a touch again:: Gods are "real people" in some ways, as well... ::thoughtfully:: Perhaps you could become a Power of sorts... I do now know how possible that is for a creature of the this plane... <Nacheyla> ::punches him playfully in the upper arm:: I don't want any more responsibility! * Xarroch laughs and flexes his arm a little <Xarroch> Not even with the power that goes with it? <Nacheyla> What I've seen of power? Taking all the blame for everything that goes wrong and getting swamped in the details? No thanks. * Xarroch grins <Nacheyla> I love my family. I'd willingly give my life for any of them, if they needed it. I watch over them, make sure no one hurts them. I make sure they have enough money, when crops are bad, and that they get all the help they need. I don't know that I could effectively handle more than one medium-sized village. <Xarroch> ::nods a little:: Thus you have a purpose.. one that sustains you, and keeps going... ::trails off:: <Nacheyla> ::smiles:: Yes, you could say that. Although it is enormously frustrating sometimes. Vallel's father wants me to drag the boy home by the ear and make him marry this dippy blonde shepherdess. ::shakes her head:: Nothing doing, there. I like Gloss. <Xarroch> ::shakes his head and chuckles a bit:: As do I. With your blood, he might even grow to be good enough for her. ::grins:: I would expect your family-followers to follow your wisdom with little difficulty though, yes? <Nacheyla> ::waves her hand:: I don't want to tell Vallel's father what to think. I've just let him know that I don't disapprove of the match. <Xarroch> ::nods approvingly:: It should be enough. And they boy should have the courage to stand up to his father and make his own choices. <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: they both have the d'Nache temper. I'd love to be around when Vallel brings Gloss to Khymrych to meet his mother. She's a sensible one, Vallel's mum. Bright, too. <Xarroch> I shall hope he shows more of his mother in him, then. ::grinning a little:: She is the more closely related to you? <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: I only wish... she's the daughter of an artisan from a nearby town. Livens up the blood, to bring in new people. The d'Nache line was getting a little... set in their ways. Vallel and Gloss will turn them on their ears, I imagine. <Nacheyla> ::jumps up suddenly:: Oh, my goodness! The stew! ::hurries into the kitchen:: <Xarroch> Perhaps literally if they do not get enough respect. ::chuckles:: And you? Had you started to be become set in your ways? Perhaps this new form is livening for you? * Xarroch grins and watches Nach dash into the kitchen, slowly standing and stretching a bit before trailing along <Nacheyla> ::stirs the stew and looks through the doorway at Xarroch:: I've been... avoiding closer relationships for a while. I... began to feel more distant from humans. Men who were young enough to be interested in me... seemed somehow... lacking... <Xarroch> ::watches the food preparation curiously:: I hope nothing is ruined... <Nacheyla> ::sniffs at the stew, then cautiously licks the spoon:: It seems fine... * Nacheyla gets out two bowls and ladles some stew into each. "Here." She hands him a bowl and a large spoon. <Xarroch> ::nods in reply:: You have grown and are perhaps not as much human any longer... even before your form changed... * Xarroch takes the bowl of stew and offers Nacheyla a bit of a smile, and looks at the spoon oddly as he takes that as well <Nacheyla> It wasn't until I got to Marsember that I... began to make friends again. Michelle and Zoya and Martin... the two elves, Tyl and Jelarthna. They've all... lived every second of their lives. Does that make sense to you? ::spoons a bit of stew into her mouth:: * Nacheyla drops gracefully into a chair at the dining table. <Xarroch> ::nods slowly:: Yes, they have all made quite an impression on me, as well. And perhaps finding those people who have their own measure of power, and differentness.. was a welcome change? * Xarroch notes the use of the spoon and tries a bit of the stew, eyeing the chair across from Nacheyla cautiously <Nacheyla> ::nods:: I like them very much. ::looks into her stew, stirring it moodily:: * Xarroch hold out a hand palm down and a harsh sound falls from his lips... a reddish glow comes to life around the chair and he settles into it confidently. It seems to bear his weight easily. <Xarroch> As do I. I care for all of you a great deal. ::watching Nacheyla carefully as he eats some more of the stew:: This is actually quite good. But what else is bothering you? ::raising an eyebrow:: * Xarroch shows restraint as he eats the stew, though seems heedless of the heat <Nacheyla> Well... I discovered something was missing... <Nacheyla> I was almost as happy as I'd been in those days when Grayson and I roamed the country-side, helping people who needed us. * Xarroch nods and motions for her to continue <Nacheyla> We've had some good hunts together, haven't we? ::flashes a quick smile at him, her tail swinging back and forth lightly, brushing against Xarroch's lower leg every once in a while:: <Xarroch> ::grins at Nacheyla, his own tail flicking around to mimic Nacheyla's, playing against her legs and tail intermittently:: Yes! Yes we have, indeed. <Nacheyla> I miss that. Someone to stand back to back with, taking on the world. ::sighs:: <Xarroch> ::raises an eyebrow, still grinning slightly:: Just a hunting partner? There are several worthies among our friends whom you could trust... <Nacheyla> ::looks down at the floor:: Not *just* a partner... someone else who feels the thrill of battle singing in their veins, someone to whom the thrill of the chase is just as important as the saving of lives, protecting the good and innocent. <Xarroch> Your family is not purpose enough... ::almost a question:: <Nacheyla> ::sighs:: Duriel used to tease me about it, when I was a child. Said I was out to make my mark on the world, in letters that were twenty feet tall. He said I had a passion for saving lives, for wanting to keep all mothers safe with their children. <Nacheyla> Whatever I can do, it never seems like enough. <Xarroch> ::a little distantly:: Fighting against the odds.. against the overwhelming evil, to find and preserve those bright, good lives... <Nacheyla> ::nods:: Jelarthna told me a little about you, once... how you saved him and his friends, against the wishes of your own kind. You sacrificed everything that you were, to help people who couldn't help themselves. <Nacheyla> I saw in you something to admire, an unstoppable force against the immovable rock of evil. ::her eyes shine:: <Xarroch> ::smiles, just slightly tinged with sadness:: Yes, I saved Jelarthna from the Blood Wars when his little group found themselves there. And so many others... And it was helping him again later that finally caused me to be discovered. ::shakes his head:: My kind were always out to kill me, that is how we are, but not nearly to the extent that they wish me dead now. I am an abomination to them now. * Xarroch smiles more sincerely at Nacheyla <Xarroch> ::shakes his head a little, still smiling:: Now there is something I did not expect. <Nacheyla> What? ::looks at him, her tail wrapping firmly around his:: <Xarroch> Admiration... ::pauses a moment, twining his tail even more fully with Nacheyla's:: A kindred soul... <Xarroch> ::starts a little and blinks, looking a bit hesitant:: But how much is form dictating thought now, Nacheyla? <Nacheyla> ::looks at him:: I... ::licks her lips somewhat nervously:: I have admired and respected you since nearly the first moment we met. And it was not only recently that I found myself thinking about you. ::looks away from him, blinking:: <Xarroch> ::smile becomes more engaging.. perhaps just slightly predatory, and he slides a coil of his tail up Nacheyla's leg slowly:: I have respected you as well, Nacheyla... ::his voice slightly deeper:: <Nacheyla> ::shivers, then looks serious:: But really. Are you reacting to me *just* because of my form? I don't mind, really, and I won't hold it against you, but it's always better to know these things. <Xarroch> ::shakes his head to a chuckle:: No... I admit I had not considered something like this even a possibility.. ::grins:: Until little Glossaria came to me with a proposition, and I looked and her.. all of you, in a different light. <Xarroch> I do not choose my hunting partners lightly... <Nacheyla> ::blinks at him:: I heard about that... <Xarroch> ::nods:: Thankfully she is recovered, now. And not quite so obsessed. I apparently helped in a few ways by talking with her instead of agreeing. but it certainly gave my a great deal to think on. <Nacheyla> And, have you come to any insights, from your thinking? <Xarroch> ::looks away and sighs a little:: That without a consuming purpose in my life, that without a people of my own... even learning of real friendship... ::looks up again to meet Nacheyla's eyes, with ones showing an old, inscrutable longing echoing her own:: it is still very lonely. <Nacheyla> ::nods slowly:: <Nacheyla> I understand about lonely... I have my own people, and still, I am alone in the world... the only one of my kind. Through magical means, rather than birth, but still, unique... <Xarroch> ::sighs expansively, blinking, shaking his head slightly and rustling his wings:: It is a hard thing to be set apart... I had resigned myself to it so long ago, when I... when I became as I am now. And then, when I was revealed, I felt my doom imminent upon me, and it did not seem a true worry. * Nacheyla stands up, moving behind Xarroch and tracing her fingers lightly over the back of his neck. <Nacheyla> How did you change? Become like you are now? <Xarroch> ::tenses for just a moment and then relaxes and sighs softly with a nod:: Yes. Different from the others.. when I accepted my mission. <Nacheyla> Tell me about it? ::invites tentatively:: <Xarroch> ::lapses into thought for a moment:: It was so long ago. It is sometimes hard to remember. ::looks around up at Nacheyla for a moment:: Did you know that I follow a god of good? <Nacheyla> ::smiles:: Not that you'd said specifically, no. <Xarroch> ::chuckles and looks back around at the table, relaxing a bit more:: I have not kept it so secret since... leaving. Nor have I told any of it. ::chuckles:: Though Glossaria was quite determined in her questioning. <Xarroch> I did not always work to preserve good, Nacheyla. I did not gain the power and position I had.. and almost had, by following the path I am on now. <Nacheyla> ::runs her fingers down his back, lingering near the base of his wings:: No, I'm sure you didn't. But something happened... something changed you, gave you the will to change yourself. <Xarroch> ::leans forward and stretches out his back and wings slightly:: Something, yes. Perhaps it was things I finally began to notice. Perhaps at the cusp of my choice, I began to see even more possibilities than I had ever dreamed were there. <Nacheyla> Endless choices, for good, or for evil... or even for neither... ::sighs and leans against him, her chin resting on his shoulder:: And you chose to, preserve, rather than to destroy? <Xarroch> And as I was poised there.. I received an offer. ::smiles a little, closing his eyes and sighing:: It was a dangerous one... an opening... and that perhaps drew me, as well. <Xarroch> ::smiles again and nods, resting his head lightly on Nacheyla's and light touching one of his horns to one of hers:: I chose that new path, yes. To follow a god, to follow good. To preserve, perhaps even create. <Xarroch> Are you alright? ::concern evident as he pulls out of his memories:: <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: I'm fine... just... thinking... ::traces a finger along the edge of his wing:: <Xarroch> ::softly, a smile in his tone:: And what dangers plague your thoughts, Huntress? <Nacheyla> Old memories... new dreams... matters of the heart and matters of the soul... * Xarroch slowly unfolds his wing as Nacheyla's finger trails along the edge, shifting the other to drift lightly along her side <Xarroch> And would you share these dangerous memories, and dreams.. ? <Nacheyla> I want nothing more than to... share... my dreams with you... ::she takes a deep breath and suddenly the air around them is filled with a strange, dusky odor, like flowers and brimstone, melted butter and sulphur, honey and sour wine:: * Xarroch closes his eyes and breathes deeply, then slowly stands and turns, taking Nacheyla in his arms and gently folding his wings around her as his lips press down to meet hers. |
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