#earthrunes

Coradel has avoided Earth Runes hold itself while August was banished, and yet, on the last day of the banishment, she gets a text ...from her favorite Satyr Bzzt Where are you?

Bzzt At the DuBois's. How are you feeling? Better? Still down south?

Bzzt Oh yes. Wanted to see you. Come to the hold?

Bzzt I'm glad! OMW, I'll be a few minutes, need to get an Uber.

bzzt I'll be in your room

Bzzt No. That's for me and August. Your room?

Bzzt Of.. I'm so sorry. My memory. I should have... yes yes, if you're still willing?

Bzzt Absolutely, Teacher Mine. Be there soon.

About twenty minutes later, Bachdion hears a light knocking on the door to his room. "Bachdion?"

And somewhere a saytr grabs the rose petals he put on the wrong bed, gets the bottle on ice, and moves to... well, he gets it in time to be in his own room

"Door's open" His strong voice seems full of energy

Coradel is smiling as she slips into the room and shuts the door. "You sound good. How was the...." She stops and stares.

Bachdion had aged like fine wine, and yet, here instead of the stream sedate with humorous swells is the river so to speak, rushing and strong. Hard bodied and with the lithness of his youth, a younger satyr eyes her with heat and moves to her, for a moment she is reminded of stories of satyrs grabbing maidens in the wood... maidens who did not try very hard to run away, and ... but it is him, Bachdion! Not a touch of gray "Restorative, my dear."

"What...it...it did all this?" She is still staring, amazed and impressed...and aroused. This is nearly passion incarnate in front of her. "H-how? How do they have this kind of power?"

"Ah, there's a story in that..." He moves towards her, like a wolf approaching a dear that has caught itself between trees, takes her wrist, and then kisses the inside of her open palm, bringing to mind what his mouth can do in other locales. "but show can be so much more fun than tell"

A deep inhale as his lips touch her flesh, and he can feel her quick pulse in her wrist. "Yes..." she breathes, and wets her lips with her tongue. "Much more."

The heat comes off of him in soft engulfing waves, with power he slides his hand down her arm, along her waist, his other arm reaching the other side, picking her up and lifting her like a doll, placing her down on the bed of rose petals like a prize and well.. it is not like she's not had him before. Yet here is the energy and barely tamed power of youth allied with the knowledge of a mentor who has taught the ways carnal for decades. 'If I Only knew then what I know now' some lament... well, all is possible in the Dreamihng, and Coradel is a beneficiary of that delightful occurrence.

It's almost intimidating, if this Fiona could be intimidated. But without doubt, she is utterly focused on him...his body, his power, his skills...and is very, very glad she sent him to Mexico.

What seems a great deal of time later, in the remains of a once much sturdier bed, they bask in what might be referred to an 'after glow' but it's kind of like referring to a wild fire's statewide run as 'a few embers' to call it that. "Hadn't had the limberness to do that little number so often in a row in years..." A happy grin

Coradel is, to put it simply, limp and exhausted. Overwhelmed. And very, very satisfied. It takes her a few minutes to remember how to speak, and then only after a shaky drink of something to quench her thirst. "That...was amazing...."

"Yes, we were amazing" He's still a gent, "It takes two to tango, even if my legs are sturdier. " His eyes follow her every movement "I must ask you tell no one else about the restorative powers of Fenix hold's waters. They themselves didn't quite realize. And, with every thing, there is a price"

She blinks blearily up at him, and lazily lifts a hand to trace her fingers along one of his (smaller, much more sleek) horns. "I won't say a word. But...a price?"

"It's temporary" He says "Or , it will be... unless I choose to make it last. But if i choose to make it last, I lose something"

"Temporary," she echoes, her fingers trailing down to trace over his goatish ear, along his jaw. "How temporary?"

A definite temptation, this one "Actually, it can last, but if I ..choose that, I begin to lose my memories some, experiences fade.... knowledge I gained over the years after this age, it all unwinds. I would get a fresh start, yes, but I would no longer be the mentor you knew. If i choose to return to my proper age... then, this is undone, though I will be healthier and my seeming strong agian, I'll be a grump..ah, pardon Greybeard"

His fingers brush through her hair lightly

She thinks about this for a long, quiet moment. "I..." she starts, then stops and starts again. "Which do you think you're going to choose?" Then she closes her eyes and sighs, turning her head into the touch of his fingers, biting gently and dreamily at the heel of his palm.

"Well, I thought you needed the older wiser me more...but damned if you're not making my resolve waver" As she nips

"Mmmmm..." A languid stretch and a little smile, because it's fun to tempt a satyr. "I...have a preference, yes, but...it isn't my choice to make."

"No, but I would hear your preference anyway. Understand what you've got now is the best of both worlds"

"But that can't last which ever I choose"

The smile slips to something more serious. Another long moment before she responds. "If you stayed this way...our romps would be ferocious and glorious. But...August is my trueheart, and he would feel...challenged?...I think. He would certainly worry about being less-than. I mean, he does already, and with you like this...." she leaves the rest of that thought unsaid. "And...you would grow bored with me here, I think, bored of EarthRunes. You'd seek new conquests, new adventures...and I couldn't blame you for that. And I'd very much miss your wisdom, your experience, your depth...and yes, your skilled expertise, even if it is less limber." A little wink. Then a sigh. "See, my reasons are very, very selfish. I'd miss my teacher." A tender stroke of his cheek, different to the touch without all the wrinkles she'd grown to adore. "But it is your decision, Bachdion."

"It was the choice I was going with anyway, crimson flower" He kisses her, then parts "And yes, August is a reason, though not the challenging him part. My students are special to me...and I would be there if they need me. As a young buck, well " A grin "yes, I'd revel in you like a drunkard in a vineyard... but selfish or not, thank you for sharing that. Yes, I'm told my ..the damage I took to my soul will be healed though. That means it was not a loss... but Fenix needs to keep this secret so they are not swamped. I can see why. It's rare they can do it all "

"I will not tell others...but it is a terrible and wonderful secret. That kind of power...." She shakes her head. "They'd be overrun in an hour if word got out. I won't do that to them, after they saved you, as tempting as it might be. But...I can't say I won't try to impose on the freeholder again if we have future dire need." She claims another soft, tender kiss. "It's a relief that you'll still be much restored. If you had to lose all of the healing as well as the youth...well, my choice might be different."

"I know it would" His hand slides along her hip as they kiss again "mine might be too to be honest. There is power in silver, but not if it's tarnished" A chuckle "Well... one benefit of youth... I'm ready to ah.. mmm how much time DO you have today?"

Exhausted she might be, but even so... "I'm clearing my schedule," she murmurs with a smile.

"Oh my... later, when we're both too exhausted to move... I need details on what's being going on. I'm out of it for a bit, and you end up in a car wreck, August gets exiled? With Sparrow here I am not too worried, but really, I leave for a few and bam?"

"Yes..." she murmurs, and claims a kiss. "Later...."

The kiss is claimed, then reclaimed, and ... well... she's not as tired as she thought

(Carnality- Flawless Victory.. err End Scene)