"Oh non mon chere, my skills will make you strong, not soft. The blood will course though your veins at sound and scent and sight of what I create for you, and you'll not find rest within thy breast until you come out from underground, come out to feast and play with fairy maids!"
His arm is tight about her, and she in return tightens her hug as well. "If there be enchantments in the air, sorcerer; I think perhaps that you overvalue my finger-wrapping skills, and undervalue your own. But come now, we can speak of this and more, later. Another time, perhaps. Come, come the day will not wait for us!"
They only stopped to rest once, or was it twice? Both times felt left like taking a break, and more like simply standing or sitting to continue some conversation or another. A question of food tastes and styles came up, and that keeps her cupped, and in the here-and-now for a while as recipes are bandied about, and flavors, even textures are spoken of. And then she is back to her reveling, pausing to climb trees and swing on branches as they journey.
"Can you smell it, seeker? It is a bit delicate, the smell lighter than the leaves we crush beneath our feet, and the nuts that fall from the trees. We are close, and getting closer."
"Indeed!" She calls out to him, a few minutes later. "We are not close, we have arrived!"
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Date: 2015-03-26 03:42 am (UTC)His arm is tight about her, and she in return tightens her hug as well. "If there be enchantments in the air, sorcerer; I think perhaps that you overvalue my finger-wrapping skills, and undervalue your own. But come now, we can speak of this and more, later. Another time, perhaps. Come, come the day will not wait for us!"
They only stopped to rest once, or was it twice? Both times felt left like taking a break, and more like simply standing or sitting to continue some conversation or another. A question of food tastes and styles came up, and that keeps her cupped, and in the here-and-now for a while as recipes are bandied about, and flavors, even textures are spoken of. And then she is back to her reveling, pausing to climb trees and swing on branches as they journey.
"Can you smell it, seeker? It is a bit delicate, the smell lighter than the leaves we crush beneath our feet, and the nuts that fall from the trees. We are close, and getting closer."
"Indeed!" She calls out to him, a few minutes later. "We are not close, we have arrived!"