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* Temire arrives home and starts poking through rooms until she finds Ilarion working in his study. Walking up behind him she wraps her arms around him and whispers, "Roni, how much do you love me?" * Ilarion leans back into her. "Rather a good deal. What have you done now?" * Temire kisses Roni's ear, "Could you forgive me if I ran off with Tarri for a while?" * Ilarion quite obviously considers and discards the first three things that come to mind. With a supreme effort, he pulls his mind *out* of the gutter. "It's a little difficult to 'run off' if you're asking permission." * Temire walks around Roni and perches herself on the desk facing him. "Do you remember that Dragon Tarri was seeing, Orlann?" <Ilarion> ::considers:: I don't think I've actually met him, but I recall you mentioning it. ::he pushes back from his desk and props his feet up:: <Temire> Well Orlann's mother is in some kind of trouble, so Orlann ran off in the dead of night leaving Tarri a note. So now Tarri's going to chase after him to give him a piece of her mind. Unfortunately, Orlann's mother apparently lives on the other side of the Sea of Fallen Stars and Orlann's got a day or more lead so there's no telling how long or far Tarri will be on the road. <Temire> And well... I don't really think Tarri should be making a trip like that by herself... ::Temire trails off, her head hanging like she can already hear a scolding, but forcing herself to meet Roni's gaze through her lashes:: <Ilarion> ::smiles a bit bitterly:: Ah, a note in the night. I'm familiar. And so, as it's not the middle of the night, you're asking me if it's ok if you chase after him, with Tarri. To give him a scolding? A bit extreme. <Temire> ::quietly:: I'm just worried about Tarri... <Ilarion> ::raises an eyebrow:: Don't take that pose, dearheart. I know you well enough by now. ::he laughs, a little forced:: You wouldn't be you if you didn't jump at the chance of an adventure. * Temire grins weakly, "I'll admit I've been bored, and you've got a new term coming up, and Ilya's starting to not want grown ups around and... I've been bored." <Ilarion> ::doesn't quite look at her:: I don't know what's harder, dearheart. Missing you, or knowing that I can't offer you enough to stay. * Temire hops off the desk pacing the room and wringing her hands, "I don't understand myself. When I'm here all I want in the world is a good fight. When I'm out there, all I want in the world is to be back here with you." Turns to face Roni leaning against the wall a myriad of emotions playing across her face including worry and fear. <Ilarion> ::sighs:: I don't know what to tell you, Mira. Whatever you're looking for, you haven't found it yet... And I'm not sure I want to know what you'd do if I asked you not to go. So I won't ask. Just... while you're gone, try and do a little thinking about where *we're* going? Okay? * Temire looks down and toes the floor, "Roni... We might be away... for 3... or 6 months Tarri said." <Ilarion> ::softly:: A lot can happen in six months... <Temire> ::quietly:: That's why I'm worried. <Ilarion> ::touches her cheek:: You have to know me as well as I know you by this point. No promises, Mira, and no lies. I love you. And I think we both have a lot to think about. Which is good, because it seems we'll have ample time to do it in. * Temire sighs, "I wish I had a chance to talk to Loria or Michelle about all of this. I feel like I'm betraying you if I go, and that I'm betraying Tarri if I stay." grins weakly "Maybe Tarri will be nice and let me yell at what's left of Orlann when she's done." <Ilarion> ::shrugs:: You have to do what's right for *you*, Temire. And I never did think listening to Michelle was a good thing, for you. ::he grins tightly:: She's too apt to smother you. Go on and go, love. You'll resent me if you don't. Sometimes people grow apart, there's no blame in that. * Temire sighs, walks over to Roni, and kisses him deeply, "It doesn't seem right that one of the reasons I love you so much is that you keep letting me walk out that door." <Ilarion> ::returns her kiss fiercely, rather reluctant to turn her loose:: Believe me, it's not what I'd *rather* do. Which would drive you out even faster. I'll... um... ::taps his temple:: ...drop in once in a while, see how you're doing? * Temire smiles, "I wish I knew a spell that would let me do the same, but yes, drop in as often as you want." <Ilarion> I'll try not to hover too badly. ::bites his lip:: Try *not* to get hurt, please? * Temire crosses her heart, "Cross my heart, I'll be careful." <Ilarion> ::rolls his eyes:: I don't quite believe you, but it'll have to do... |
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