#dreaming

"There is a library here..."

"And thee." She entwines herself around him, warm and soft.

"I would be happy where ever though art happy, but I made an oath to use my knighthood to protect the farm" Hunger in his eyes. He could see it... her and he even if secluded, together, forever. Let the Lord bend the seasons. He loves her in Winter, he loves her in Summer, he'd love her in Fall and Spring too

"Mayhaps I could bring my ladies and Bronte and 1122 hence..."

"mm and what would they become?" He says though he is not willing to dismiss the idea

"Bronte would thrive here - books I have never seen before..."

"And what would we do when August and Coradel came questing to save us?"

"Oh, could they not be happy here?"

"Perhaps Coradel could be made as I am..."

"Perhaps as sidhe they would not be changed, not in kith anyway." A thought then amusement "Though Coradel as a Centaur would amuse me"

"Yes! Sagittarian! She could hunt with her bow..."

The idea is.. intriguing, lost kiths with a haven, a world meant to be a prison.

"But love... what when he grows bored of us?"

"Then we leave."

"By then will we even know who we were? Or be allowed? He's a kind NOW, but he's been cruel before. And we are already bending knee"

"I am Zara, the river-witch. I know that."

His hands move over her, as he seems to lose train of thought, and he strokes along her side "Yes. You are all that and more. I only want you.. happy"

and he kisses her neck

"And you make me happy." She agrees. Nuzzle, nip.

At risk of a Shanda, the two couple, the glowing green orb showing their shadows along the walls even as they entwine.

To gaze even just on the shadow would be a display of ... well, something the normally private Zara might be blushing to think on.

but right now, the Witch enjoys her due. Though she does wish it were in the water. Near the bank. Pressing him into the muddy reeds... but still much delight

The scant sheer dress certainly does not get in the way, and soon her thoughts are of taking, or being taken... he wants her, and she wants, more than anything, to be so wanted.

they lay pooled in the afterglow

and a soft knock on the library door

"Rar. Bother."

"Yes, love. " He nods

The knock on the door goes again soft

Earl gives a low growl in his throat like he'd like to crush the intruder. he spreads his wings out to provide her modesty

"Come in?"

The killamous enters, she is small, dressed a bit more nicely than some that were seen. She walks over and offers a card. Easier than talking to be sure

"Aye? Thank you, cousin." She takes the card.

Lunch is Served. No doubt more changes.

"Thank you, we shall be down."

"Love, it is lunch. We shall see how Agnethe fares. Think you, maybe she is lonely as Agnes?"

"She has over two dozen relations.. easily" He says But his troubadour side is troubled by the thought

"But she does not have a special someone."

"Love matters - filial love is good, but who does not wish to be the center of another's world?"

"I ..as old as she is, it is not like there many others who... well as old as she was" he says

But they rise and prepare. yes, her gargoyle looks troubled

"Still... I wish her happiness, too."

"Come, let us see what awaits!" A tug on his hand, eager to see.

Clothing somewhat restored, they move. The smell of corn fills the air. Roast Boar? Oh something in her waters at the notion... yet..something about boar ...

"Oh! Perhaps Agnethe cooked?" She sniffs. "It smells good, I have wondered..."

The table is set. Lord Exile says "Isn't it amazing? I only provided the materiels. Aganthe cooked and would not tell me what she planned to make exActly"

There is also grilled fish! Some sort of perch

"Lady Agnethe is most talented, aye..."

Lady Agnethe steps out "I cooked a bit of home style. I..seemed to remember Boar being.." She focuses "Well, I also made perch" Oh the meal is sumptuous

Her webbed fingers twitch. "It smells mouth-watering..."

"Yes, a shame you must leave me" he says