Dariz was full, finally.
She had spent an entire fort-night near crazed, between the long hours of training with Bajie, and dancing around Yoonjie's hatred for her, she needed an evening with someone who demanded very little of her. Ailwin demanded very little from her in the ways that mattered to her. He was a comfortable balm compared to having to be stoic next to Bajie's hot-headed son, and grown, when she stood next to Bajie. They both demanded that she be engaged in the world around her, to the point that colors were too bright and the temperatures either chilled or heated her too much. Sounds were too loud.
She yearned for the simpleness that would come from an evening with someone who seemed to understand that she was a woman of very little wants. Good company, perhaps a little conversation, a good meal, and a good bed to sleep in. Now whether she would stay the night here with him, she didn't know yet, only that she had bought the "big" room for the night. It had a private bathing area, and a large four poster bed, and the young elf who called the owner dad had assured her that she had boiled the sheets clean with water and soap just that morning.
Flea ... felt the place was homey. A good place to be still for an evening, and there was even places to go walking along, if needs be. And she didn't feel like she constantly had to be on alert the entire time. Even if she jumped, when the knock came at the door, and the grey headed woman came in, carrying a tray of food, and beer, soaps and towels, and another blanket, since, as Flea had told her "You said you get cold easily, so I brought you another."
She picked at the food, hungry, but not wanting to enjoy the meal alone, as she waited for her visitor to arrive. This full moon hadn't come fast enough, and she was incredible impatient to see Ailwin in the flesh once again.
@Ailwin
She had spent an entire fort-night near crazed, between the long hours of training with Bajie, and dancing around Yoonjie's hatred for her, she needed an evening with someone who demanded very little of her. Ailwin demanded very little from her in the ways that mattered to her. He was a comfortable balm compared to having to be stoic next to Bajie's hot-headed son, and grown, when she stood next to Bajie. They both demanded that she be engaged in the world around her, to the point that colors were too bright and the temperatures either chilled or heated her too much. Sounds were too loud.
She yearned for the simpleness that would come from an evening with someone who seemed to understand that she was a woman of very little wants. Good company, perhaps a little conversation, a good meal, and a good bed to sleep in. Now whether she would stay the night here with him, she didn't know yet, only that she had bought the "big" room for the night. It had a private bathing area, and a large four poster bed, and the young elf who called the owner dad had assured her that she had boiled the sheets clean with water and soap just that morning.
Flea ... felt the place was homey. A good place to be still for an evening, and there was even places to go walking along, if needs be. And she didn't feel like she constantly had to be on alert the entire time. Even if she jumped, when the knock came at the door, and the grey headed woman came in, carrying a tray of food, and beer, soaps and towels, and another blanket, since, as Flea had told her "You said you get cold easily, so I brought you another."
She picked at the food, hungry, but not wanting to enjoy the meal alone, as she waited for her visitor to arrive. This full moon hadn't come fast enough, and she was incredible impatient to see Ailwin in the flesh once again.
@Ailwin
06-27-2024, 06:36 PM
