"If I, with all my culinary skills, with all that magic that goes into my meals - if I cannot be the carrot to your stick of self-will? I fear there be no hope for me at all."
"Indeed" She continued, after sipping the last of her tea. "If I cannot tempt you with word or with deed, with laughter and song, or my kiss on your cheek? If I cannot wile you away, for a night or a day? I fear there be no hope for me at all, and I should wither away like a leaf upon a broken stem. Sad. Sorrowful, and alone."
"For what is a fairy song, with no mortal to beguile? Would it sound so sweet with none to hear the call?"
She stands then, starts collecting the few things that need to be washed. "Perhaps then, I should make gifts of reminders to you, and present them like pearls on a string. A song one day, a package of pastries on another, a third gift my whisper in your ear that the autumn apples taste the sweetest when plucked ripe off a tree? Would that then be proper appeal to your wilder nature to come out, to come sing and play?"
And as she is speaking she's skipping about the campsite, helping him to finish cleaning, and bring the land back to it's natural state.
"We are ready I think, and the day is bright and clear. We should make it to our destination in only a few hours of walking, which leaves you plenty of time for all that you would choose to do then." Mara's eyes soften as her frolicing brings her within arm's reach of the warrior-turned-scholar.
"If you trust not your self, knowing your dour aspects, trust in me that I shall not allow myself - or at least my cooking - to be forgotten!" She reaches up to caress a bearded cheek and press herself to him in a quick, impulsive hug.
"And if all else fails, I shall tell this Belshazar of yours what good time we had together, and how you bloomed under light of sun and moon, and forest air. With him at my side to convince you? I think you would not fall back to your couch too quickly!"
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"Indeed" She continued, after sipping the last of her tea. "If I cannot tempt you with word or with deed, with laughter and song, or my kiss on your cheek? If I cannot wile you away, for a night or a day? I fear there be no hope for me at all, and I should wither away like a leaf upon a broken stem. Sad. Sorrowful, and alone."
"For what is a fairy song, with no mortal to beguile? Would it sound so sweet with none to hear the call?"
She stands then, starts collecting the few things that need to be washed. "Perhaps then, I should make gifts of reminders to you, and present them like pearls on a string. A song one day, a package of pastries on another, a third gift my whisper in your ear that the autumn apples taste the sweetest when plucked ripe off a tree? Would that then be proper appeal to your wilder nature to come out, to come sing and play?"
And as she is speaking she's skipping about the campsite, helping him to finish cleaning, and bring the land back to it's natural state.
"We are ready I think, and the day is bright and clear. We should make it to our destination in only a few hours of walking, which leaves you plenty of time for all that you would choose to do then." Mara's eyes soften as her frolicing brings her within arm's reach of the warrior-turned-scholar.
"If you trust not your self, knowing your dour aspects, trust in me that I shall not allow myself - or at least my cooking - to be forgotten!" She reaches up to caress a bearded cheek and press herself to him in a quick, impulsive hug.
"And if all else fails, I shall tell this Belshazar of yours what good time we had together, and how you bloomed under light of sun and moon, and forest air. With him at my side to convince you? I think you would not fall back to your couch too quickly!"