By The Light Of The Moons

[Sjira]

(Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 10:14 pm)

Unknown how long she had slept; she finally rose as if from some deeply slept dream to find him nearby. At first, after propping self up onto an elbow, she did not move. It was enough to watch him while he was sleeping and wonder at his nearness after so long apart.

When she did move, it was with great care. She knew very well that his senses were far stronger than hers ever could be. He could hear, see, and smell beyond the means that most Humans could, though she wondered if it was so in whatever form he had need to take. There was a yearning to touch him, but did not dare wake him. There was need for sleep.

Though she was in need of it herself, she could sleep no longer at that time. Pulse quickened and how she smiled. The gods had been kind that week. A week he had been back and she was like a child, full of zeal and excitement.

Without moving much of the covers or the bed too much, the small one eased from it. The sleeping shift she wore of supple, thin leather rose high on her hips until feet touched the flooring beside. Absently, a hand smoothed over the material to settle it back into place.

The water pitcher was moved towards in his room. A room they had not shared in a long, long time. When she stayed these days at the inn, it was in her old room. Rarely in this one. And a heart was overjoyed about it all. She smiled in the half-light and poured self a short glass of water from the pitcher. She set the pitched down beside the platter that had held all sorts of foods earlier in the day, now almost gone from intermittent 'grazing' from it over the hours being holed up in the room.

One of the drawers was carefully, quietly opened. From it, she removed a cloth bundled item. Another sip from the glass, she put it down and put her attention on unwrapping from the oiled cloth the wide braided, leather wrist band that she had made for him years ago.

By the light of the moon that spilled into the room through the window, she looked over the simple but strongly made piece of leather. The wristband had taken days to make and longer to care for further so that it would endure years of being worn. After a while, it was left on the table.

S?jira turned. A small blanket that she used was slipped from the arm of his chair and pulled about her shoulders and sides. Then she eased down into the chair, not breathing at first since the leather of it made dull, quiet sounds of its own before she was fully curled up in it. The vantage was a wonderful one, where she would watch him better while he slept.

There was no knowing if a change might take him again from her, so she stole as many moments of being with him and of watching him as she could. They were passed days and years where she worried of what she had once been might mar his standing in the land. She knew that it did not keep his love from her or others from speaking with him.

Breathing of hers eased, pulse slowed, but her smile only grew a little sleepy. Eyes slipped closed finally and she moved from a waking dream, to a slumbering one.