A World that's Evergreen

[Sarah]

This is a collaborative effort between Krusolis and myself since July.

Wednesday, July 04, 2012 -- Fall in Thamasa

The change of seasons was becoming more and more evident as the crackling fire was having difficulty breaking the chill. Krusol was seated in his reading chair by the warmth, but he no book in his hands. Instead there was a box carefully wrapped with a sliver of green ribbon. When he heard footsteps echoing from behind he let out a soft call. “Sarah? Could you come here for a moment?”

Sarah was working on keeping the kitchen clean after a healthy meal. When she heard him call to her, she made her way out of the kitchen, a towel tucked in her apron. As she dried her hands she moved to sit on the couch next to his chair. ”Everything all right, dear?”

“Wasn't easy keeping this secret from you, but finally got it finished after a little help from a friend of mine.” Repositioning his chair for a better angle after he set the box atop Sarah's knees. Back into his recline he went with fingertips steepled in anticipation. Gentle glow to emerald eyes thanks in part to the fire.

“A secr-- oh my.” Sarah's eyes turned to the box he placed on her lap. Her hand moved to the green ribbon. Slowly she started to untie it as she murmured out to him. “Whatever did you do, you sneak.” Grinning to him and eying the box eagerly.

“I'm not going to tell you, that would just ruin the surprise.” Tapping at her foot with his own as a bit of encouragement. “I will say that I've been practicing on what you told me and that friend of mine is in need of a second pair of hands for his shop.” There would be no containing that broad smile as Sarah began to slowly, painfully slowly, pull at the loose ends of the bow.

She decided before she opened it she would settle herself into his lap. A soft kiss was given to his cheek, lips brushing softly at his skin. She smiled, opening the box as she mused. “What will happen when you retire? I mean, will I still get the chance to remove your armor now and then?” She bit her lip and peeked within.

The move to his lap was unexpected, yet he facilitated it well enough. Arms fell in place around Sarah's waist as he nestled into the kiss. When Sarah removed the lid she would see a carefully handcrafted full dimensional dove. The exterior was coated white and detailed with subtle pinks. That was only the beginning, as Sarah would find out later. ”I made that out of one of the scraps left over.” Bushy bearded chin laid to rest on the curve of neck and shoulder. “I'll still wear the armor for when I duel.”

Her lips parted in awe at the sight of the dove and all the detail he made to it. Her gaze turned to him, cobalts locking on him. She shifted, turned even, to press kiss after kiss to his lips, cheeks, brow, and his neck. She gave a soft squee in delight as she showered him in affection. “It’s beautiful!” She looked in his eyes. “Thank you.”

Chuckling through the onslaught of kisses. ”But- “ Cut off by relentless smooches he wasn't exactly rushing to get Sarah's attention back on the gift. He was soaking it all in with gusto. When she finally ceased Sarah might notice a crease running horizontally around the base. ”that's not all. You see, it's also a puzzle box.”

She blinked a little, gaze falling back to the dove. She traced her fingers over the crease. Softly, she bit her lip, her eyes flickering back to him, smile growing while she murmured. “A puzzle box? So there's something inside the dove?” She looked back to the dove and looked it over. ”How do I open it?”

“Mmhmm.” Proud sort of nod and ending with a squeeze of arms. “That friend is handy with clockwork and the sort.” Then came a ghost of a frown at her question. “I'm not supposed to tell you. What fun is that? “Although he had been shown, repeatedly, how to solve the puzzle and open the dove. “All he allowed me to tell you is it takes four steps. The rest is up to you.”

That made her bite her lip. Her gaze turned towards him, her head tilting a little to the side while she wiggled into his warmth. She looked over the dove in curiosity, cobalts staring at it extensively. She murmured to him. “Well then I'm not moving until I solve it.” She said quite honestly. She started to work on the dove, looking over the notches in sequence to try and open it.

“What's the hurry?” Thoroughly amused and it showed by the dimples and wrinkles on cheeks. Emeralds bouncing from Sarah to the dove as she studied. He couldn't resist giving a little hint as a hand raised to trace along outline of a wing. With a little pressure it could be coaxed to rise, but just a quickly as he did so that hand returned to previous position.

“Because I want to see what's inside, Silly. You know you'd do the same.” She giggled, watching him lift the wing and then lower them. She bit her lip, her fingers moving to lift the wing while she tilted her head. Fingers traced over the rest of the bird's body, her hands moving to the tail, the head, and the legs. “Hmm, four steps.” She lifted the wings, moved the tail, if it could be moved, then turned the head.

Wings fully raised a barely audible click could be heard and slender inner working wires exposed. The tail seemed to give slightly, but the head never budged. “He's very good at what he does, no?” Recalling the steps himself as Sarah worked to figure them out. He was sure there would be at least one to completely stump her. “I carved it then he took it from there.”

Sarah shifted on his lap, her head tilting as the inner wires were exposed. She bit her lip, her fingers tracing over the them before lifting the tail a little more to test it. She checked for notches and other mechanisms, perhaps the neck? Slowly her gaze turned towards Krusol, her eyes locking with his. “This is very complicated, touche... I love it.”

In that moment when eyes met he pressed a tender kiss to lips. “I'm glad you do, but what's inside I suspect you'll like even more.” The tail didn't want to go up so much as it did down. Tension in the wires signaled another click. Each one time he heard that his smile grew. The head nor neck wasn't giving away it's secret, but a snicker must mean she was close.

When he kissed her lips, she returned the kiss. Her head rested against his shoulder, her smile still strong as she turned. Biting her lip a little she looked to the eyes, wondering if she should press them in, like buttons or something. Slowly she glanced to him, seeking clues in his expressions. “No chance I'm going to get a hint on what's inside?”

Lips would speak not a word, but eyes on the other hand were fixed on the head. Meanwhile fingers were occupying themselves with delicate tickles otherwise they might get into trouble. “Again, that would ruin the surprise. Just know that it worth all your effort.” The eyes were firmly in place and the neck wasn't twisting or bending, by matter of elimination she had to find it.

Her fingers moved to the beak to see if it would open. When he started to tickle her, she squirmed and giggled out. “Nooo... Stop distracting me.” She giggled more and turned to nip playfully at him. If it wasn't the beak, she moved to the body itself, searching for things that would adjust or open with her touch.

The third piece fell into place when the beak parted. Cut along the center was becoming more pliable with only one lock keeping it in place. This next riddle to solve was the one he was sure would have her up for hours more. Not to mention there was no indication from him where it stands. “Only one more. Can't you feel the excitement?” Despite her pleas to stop he was trying his best to cloud her mind with continuous tickling torment.

More and more she squirmed and laughed as he tickled her, her frame wiggling on his lap in attempt to get away. She looked over the body, the exposed wiring, then glanced to him, biting her lip as she used one of her hands to keep his hand back. Slowly she leaned forwards and kissed his lips to distract him. Her hands went back to looking for the fourth step.

Now she was playing his tricks. The incessant wriggling of fingers came to abrupt halt with that firmly plant kiss. With a subtle whimper he signaled he would be a good boy now. Since she was still having a touch of trouble with the final step he posed a question. “It can fly, it can sing, and it can steer. What's left?”

“It can fly, sing, steer, and...” She bit her lip in thought while looking over the bird curiously. She glanced back to him, her fingers moving to the legs. “Land?” She wondered, but she didn't feel as though it was right. Sarah glanced towards him while murmuring out to him. “The dove is...” She glanced back to the bird, her thumb tracing over the chest. “It can love?”

Nodding along as she repeated, or was he nodding that she had the answer. “I think you're getting ahead to the fifth part of the puzzle”. Lips immediateltly clamped tight after that. May have inadvertently given a hint to the contents. “Take a step back. Think of what it is. It's a puzzle, but it could also be a...” Hands clasped over Sarah's and directed the carving to upright. “Looks like it could fly away right now if it could do what?”

Sarah watched him nod, her head tilting to the side as she looked back to the bird. She studied the dove, her eyes scanning the body as it was turned upright. She bit her lip a little. “Flap its wings?” She shifted a little, her eyes scanning the dove, gaze turning on the wiring.

Chest shook with a laugh. “I'm just making it worse. You were doing just fine until I opened my mouth”. So, he went tight lipped again. Mini-crisis averted when she didn't pry any further about that fifth step. Hands found a suitable place to rest, this time on thighs while he watched.

Slouching a little she moved her hands over the step again. She glanced back to him then back to the dove. Her hands turned over the dove. She swallowed a little, eyes closing as she shifted her hand, adjusted the aim, and tried just one thing. She 'let it go' and sent it on a glide towards the soft padding of the couch, hoping that it wouldn't upset Krusol, because she was testing something.

That really had him laughing now. “Not a very good landing don't you think?” With hands otherwise occupied his only option was use his chin to point. There rested the wooden dove face down in the crevice between cushions. Though we was surprised it was able to glide. Must been because most of it was hollow. His hold around Sarah relaxed so she could go retrieve it. “That mean you're giving up?”

“No, I just don't completely comprehend your hint.” She retrieved the dove, her frame nestling back onto his lap while she rested her head against his shoulder. Turning over the dove, she studied the wires again, her fingers tracing over them. She looked back to him. “Can you give me another hint?” Cobalt hues going big, softly batting at him.

“Another hint? All I'm doing is confusing you. Besides, that was a hint.” This priceless moment he would never forget. The coy flutter of lashes having little effect save a submissive cooing against her brow. Claiming a small victory that the final puzzle that bewildered him was playing it's same cruel trick on Sarah. Well played, Hector, well played.

She looked over the dove once again, her hands holding the dove as she bit her lip. Looking over the dove, her head tilted to the side. She shifted ever so slightly, her gaze turning back to him. “Let's see...” Once again she was pressing her fingers to the chest, chewing on her bottom lip as she searched for the latch. She tilted her head to see one thing. “Is it a whistle?”

Now it was becoming too much to bare. After another bout with the chuckles he reached out to flip the dove. Exposing the pair of legs tucked neatly against the body. “Told you my hints were only making it worse. Thought landing was a good one, though.” He showed her the final process, but he would not be the one to solve it.

Blinking a little she glanced from him to the dove and muttered. “I knew iiiittt...” Sarah unfolded the legs, biting her lip a little in excitement. She was nearly bouncing with it as she looked over the opening where the wiring was. She glanced back to him.

“Don't look at me go ahead.” The feet was indeed the final piece and that click meant the two halves could now be separated. His excitement was also building, but he had one more hurdle to clear. Breathing shallowed to near nothing as he waited for Sarah to pry apart the dove. Gingerly held within the hollowed base was ring resting atop velvet bedding.

Biting her lip once again she opened the dove, swallowing softly. When she saw the ring her lips parted in a soft gasp. Gaze locking on it then turning to him. She was damn near speechless. She plucked up the ring from the velvet bedding, eyes locking on it.

He should have expected a reaction such as this, unfortunately.. he didn't. All he could do was manage a smile and quirk a single brow in question. “Now who put that in there?” Playing along by going in for a closer look of the band himself.

Swallowing a little, she looked back to him, gaze of blue locking on him as she drew in a small breath. Fingers lifted the ring up for him to have a closer look. “You... this... this is for me?” Sarah bit her lip again and murmured. “Are you...” She gulped, afraid to ruin the moment.

Reassuring nods despite Sarah's broken speech. “I.. that.. is for you.” Emeralds cofirmed it was a platinum band with a three quarter carot radiant cut with side stone on either side. Yessir, that was the one he bought. “Am I what? Proposing?” Gaze drifted off to the dwindling fire before shooting back to peg Sarah in place. “I would get down on a knee, but.. you're sitting on me.”

Sarah would have hopped up, if she cared. She was bursting at the edges with delight. There were even tears forming in her eyes. Hands moved to cup his face before she pressed kiss after kiss to his lips. A small sob left her while she stroke his cheek. “Don't get on one knee, just... say it.. Say it.” She wanted to hear it so that she could answer, go figure. Her smile was nearly splitting her face.

Again with the relentless kisses was making it awfully difficult saying what it was she wanted him to say. Once they did subside the was no hesitation. Propping his forehead against hers as she combed through the beard. Gaze in a deadlock with Sarah even if she couldn't see through the tears welling up. “Sarah Matthews, will you marry me?”

“Yes. Yes. YES. Yes, Krusol, the Evergreen of Thamasa, I will.” She let out a sob of joy, her lips once again showering him in affection. A soft laugh left her, weak sniffles leaving her as she smiled broadly to him. Her fingers trailed through his hair as she sat back and beamed broadly to him.

Now he could breath like a regular human being again. Even compensating for the minutes he deprived himself with several deep breaths. For every kiss Sarah delivered he had one in return and equally matching her smile. “And to think you threw your ring away..” Speaking of such, he went to wrestle it from her grasp so it could be properly situated on her left ring finger.

“I was trying to figure the puzzle box out.” Giggling as he settled the ring on her finger. Through sobs of delight, and soft sniffles she smiled to him. Her hands moving to cup his cheeks, thumbs caressing the skin and beard there. Biting her lip softly, she sniffled happily and murmured out. “You sure you could spend your life with me, Krusol?”

Caught up in the moment his head went to rest against Sarah's yet again. Deep, throated moan rumbling free with the stroking to cheeks. He would lets his lips to the talking in response to her question. Being the one to engage in tender, passionate kiss for the first time since they sat in the chair. If that wasn't enough he spoke softly while mere millimeters away. “You shouldn't be questioning it. Enjoy it.”

“I am enjoying it.” She murmured back, her lips pressing once again to his as she nestled into him. She wrapped herself up in him and smiled against his lips. Fingers teased through his hair and arms moved around his neck while she savored the moment. Sarah could hardly believe what was happening, the delight of it all sweeping her away.

[Sarah]

Saturday, July 14, 2012 -- Summoned


Being stationed in military district of Thamasa meant there was always the presence of regular patrols. Today, however, was different as the two patrolmen made a stop at the path leading to that nondescript stone and mortar house. There they conversed briefly before filing down the walk with purpose. One attempted to clear his throat before rapping against sturdy oak door.

Sarah had just finished the dishes. Once completed, she had made sure to set them to dry, then dry her hands as she moved to the door. Once there, her gaze peered around the door as she looked to the two guards curiously. Her red hair fell in curls along her shoulders, over a dark green gown. “Greetings, what can I do for you?”

When the door opened the men stood at ease. One merely watched and let the other one do all the talking. “Ms. Sarah Matthews. Our commanding officer has asked that we retrieve you and escort you to his office.” Clearly by his tone it wasn't a request, but in all neither of the men appeared threatening. With their message delivered the stepped from the entry in unison and spun about face. “If you need to get yourself prepared we will wait here.”

“Um... Understood.” Sarah gulped ever so slightly, her gaze flickering over the pair of men before she looked back to the house. “Yes, just a moment please, gentlemen.” Tracing her fingers over the ring on her hand, she moved quickly once the door was shut. She made her way to the bathroom, moving quick to tend to her hair and tie it back the best she could. With the few moments she took, she gathered her cloak and wrote a note to Krusol. Draping the brown cloak over her frame she made her way on to the door and out of it. “Very well, I am ready.”

One shot a look over shoulder and then, much like they performed day in and day out the duo began the brisk march. Leading Sarah past garrison walls where cobble transitioned to polished stone. Albeit well trained and under the watchful eyes of their superiours many of the others on parade grounds dared a look. An unexpected turn to the left meant one patrolman would fall into line behind Sarah while leading through the tall corridors. March slowed in front of a pair large stained doors where the man who done all the talking before knocked then parted to the side. “Whenever you're ready.”

Long, deep, slow breaths were taken as she stared at the door. Gaze flickered to the man that had stepped aside, then to the man behind her, then to the door once again. Swallowing softly, she moved for the knob of the door, turned it, then made her way in, a slight tremble in her hands. Once adjusted to the lighting, she looked around cautiously.

For one man's office the expanse was a bit much. Yet, somehow every inch of wall space had some sort of decoration from memorabilia, maps and even wild game trophies. Positioned dead center was a ornate desk that looked as though it could withstand any type of explosion. In front of that sat Krusolis and across from him Edwyn. At the sound of creaking hinges and clicking heels the men directed their attention to the door. Krusol did give a quick questioning look back to Edwyn. “Ms. Matthews! Have a seat please.”

Sarah didn't linger at the door, with the sight of Krusol, her heart eased a little. Moving with haste, she made her way towards the desk, her head softly nodding to Edwyn before her gaze turned to Krusol. Slowly, she took her seat at the chair. Both legs folded at her ankles and her hands moved to rest in her lap. “You wanted to see me, Sir?”

“Glad you could.. join us?” Emeralds followed Sarah as she entered and until she was seated. Without saying a word his facial expression seemed apologetic. He didn't know he was summon her that quickly. Gaze was fast to switch back to Edwyn. That was a very good question. "Yes, and I regret not asking to see you sooner." Edwyn was sure to put on his best dapper smile despite the holes being bore through him by Krusol. "Krusolis and I have spoken frequently over the past weeks. While not outright saying it he has hinted that he seeks to step out of his role with the Corps. and.. other details." There Edwyn paused to purposely fix Krusolis with a toothy grin.

“Is that so? If that is is his wish, I do not think I could persuade him otherwise.” She couldn't help but smile back to Edwyn warmly and murmured rather happily. “I would support him actually. Whatever it is that he desires is my desire as well.” her head tilted ever so slightly and she mused softly. “But I don't believe that is why you have called me here, is it, Sir?” Cobalt hues flickered to Krusol, her smile growing as she reassured him that she was fine. She even reached out with her hand, giving his arm a soft squeeze in support.

Hand was firmly in pressed to his face while shaking his head. At the squeeze to his arm Krusol peeked aside and mouthed "I'm sorry". When Sarah pressed the question again he had to look and hear this explaination for himself.

"I would try to convince him to stay, but now I think that would be cruel to keep the two of you separated."

Krusolis interjected here. “So there was no reason for you to summon Sarah here other than to ogle her?”

"Goodness no, but I think it justified to see the woman stealing a great strategic mind from our ranks. Or to congratulate you both in person. That sounds better." Unabashed in his answer as Edwyn leaned forword at his desk to get a better view above the bifocal lenses perched on his nose.

Thoroughly embarrassed now Krusol needed something to pound his head against. “Why are you my friend?”

“I would not steal Krusol from anyone, Sir, I merely wish him to be happy. That is my wish and desire.” Sarah said with all honesty as she softly swatted at Krusol. “He cares about you Krusol, he wants your happiness too. Although, I do believe he does desire to at least torment you a little.” She said with a small grin on her lips. Her cobalt gaze lingered on his face before she turned to Edwyn. “Has he told you much about me? Or embellished?” She glanced back to Krusol, winking to him while bits of pink rose on her cheeks.

The contrasting reactions had Edwyn erupting in boisterous laughter. "From my perspective, Krusolis you should listen to the woman."

“From your perspective her face is twelve inches higher. Krusol grumbled under breath.

Pushing away from the desk Edwyn stood to full splendor. Unlike Krusol, Edwyn did not wear full armor wore the officer dress of navy over grey. Polished boots clacking as he approached a small table with various colored spirits. "He hasn't told me much. He's a very reserved fellow." Pouring an amber liquid into a tumbler where he paused. "I myself have forgotten my manners."

More hushed mumbling. “What manners?”

"I am Edwyn the Redwood. He hasn't even uttered about how you met."

“Ah, that is my darling Krusol for you. He prefers to keep a bit of hush hush when it comes to personal matters.” She smiled to Krusol warmly, Edwyn would have to forgive her as she took a moment to reassure Krusol that she was fine and that this was going to happen eventually. Turning back to the senior officer, her gaze turned to Edwyn, her head bowing. “I am Sarah Anne Matthews, it is a pleasure to meet you Edwyn the Redwood, I'm afraid he hasn't mentioned much of you either. Granted I could be to blame for that fact, I tend to distract Krusol when he returns from a day at work with a healthy meal.”

Emeralds were pleading with Sarah to rescue him while he held her attention. That soon faded when she reengaged with Edwyn. “Wait a minute. You never told me your middle name was Anne.” That little detail caught Krusol's attention, but he quickly went tightlipped again as Sarah admitted to cooking his meals.

Edwyn, would jump on this opportunity. But not before making a gesture at the spirits. "Would you like a drink, my lady?" Even though the tumbler covered lips as he sipped it was clear he was grinning ear to ear. "Oh? Not only stunningly beautiful, but can cook enough to satisfy the bottomless pit that hides in his gut?"

“Satisfy it completely. She said softly, a smile growing on her lips while she sat there. “I would enjoy a drink, thank you.” The stunningly beautiful part had her blushing, pink as ever. She smiled to him broadly before glancing to Krusol, brows rising. “Does Anne have some importance?” She sounded worried, for all she knew Anne could be a bad name to have in Thamasa.

"Excellent!" Most of the spirits in Edwyn's collection were catered toward fellow officers or the not oft visiting military trusts. Nothing a little water to dilute and honey could not mask.

Meanwhile Krusolis fixed Sarah with bold emerald eyes. “It does now that I know.” Secretly as possible he crept a hand into hers and gave a squeeze.

While his back Edwyn continued to speak. "Since I could not get that man to talk unless I had him sent below the city.. " Words carried off as if the rest were implied. "I would love to hear the story of your first meeting." Contents of the tumbler given a stir before Edwyn clacked across the floor. "Your drink my lady."

Without releasing Krusol's hand, she took the glass with a nod of appreciation. Smiling to him, her cobalt hues turned on Edwyn, one brow arching in curiosity. “Is this because he refused to tell you himself? Or are you after something else?” She glanced to Krusol, her smile soft and warm as she murmured. “Well it was more like a passing thing to be honest. Krusol enjoys showing off his skill in duels I monitor.” She glanced to Edwyn. “I was rather quiet, didn't do much to linger once my work was finished. When I found myself being showered with the affections of my friends, I developed feelings for Krusol when my friend Rachael introduced us. The feeling was, as you can see, mutual.” She smiled to Edwyn.

Edwyn nodded thoughtfully as he took another modest sip. His gaze was drifting from one party to another. Most obvious was how he seemed fixated on the couple holding hands and the ring Sarah unwittingly displayed. This was proof enough that Krusolis was not fabricating his side of events. Inwardly he hoped it was all false, but his smile was genuine. He would miss the old man. "Oh no my dear, but I do love a good story."

With a echoing *ahem* Krusolis thrust himself into the conversation again. “I have a conflicting point of view, sir.”

Much to Edwyn's delight he settled rump at the edge of his desk. "The scarecrow speaks! Please, do go on!"

Despite the stabbing glares he directed at his superior a certain fondness subdued emeralds when they graced over Sarah. “I had seen her many nights before. In the very venues she speaks of, but true, it wasn't until my Tenderfoot introduced us that it struck me how miraculous she was. An overbearing guardian one of her acquaintances had assigned to her helped that cause.”

“Oh yeah? So it wasn't love at first sight?” She teased Krusol softly, grinning to him as she usually did. Sarah gave his hand a squeeze while she shifted, sipping at the drink and glancing to Edwyn. “Scarecrow? Is that his nickname among the troops, or a new found one?” She might have liked it. She grinned ever so slightly and murmured. “The guardian in question was there to protect me in case a certain individual decided to confront me on matters that are of the past. But he did serve as a chaperone to keep Krusol noble.”

"His nickname.. scarecrow? I'm afraid you have lost me, my lady." Edwyn's gaze continued to flutter back and forth between the two. Slowly but surely he felt himself being phased out of the conversation. Being a fly on the wall as the story played itself out. Not even a twitch of muscle save lifting his tumbler to sip.

It was Krusolis in the hot seat now when questioned by Sarah. “Now now.. I was trying, but the fellow was ready to draw at my slightest misstep. As I recall I had to forfeit you once we reached outdoors. If only you were there for the ride home. I think I passed the portal thrice before I got my head on straight.”

That brought a grin to her lips, one that was new, eager, perhaps Krusol had never witnessed it. She bit her lip ever so slightly, giggling softly. Sarah leaned back, her frame stretched, and she shifted while leaning into him. She whispered. “So if there had been no forfeiting, you wouldn't have remained a noble man?” Perhaps a slight tease, she had all but forgotten their witness at this news. Sarah brought his hand up and kissed her lips. “No, I think, even then, all the times you had me alone at night, you would have remained noble all the same.”

Each passing second Edwyn became convinced of their validity, but a curious lift of brow to Krusolis now. “I am a man of substance and heart.” An appalled look crossed bearded features. Sarah showing hints of Aja and Racheal catching by surprise. Lids narrowed. “That was underhanded, Little Dove.”

Edwyn chimed in with hearty laughter as he slid from the desk. "If I were blind I'd say neither of you were over the age of eighteen! My friend, I'll send a notice to the magistrate." Said as Edwyn emptied his glass and reclaimed seat.

“Truth be told my Darling Knight, if I had known where the portal was, I probably would have hunted you down.” Sarah spoke the truth as she gazed at Krusol with loving cobalt eyes. “I could not take my mind off of you from that night on.” She smiled to him warmly, taking his hand before turning her gaze to Edwyn. “I cannot say we're teenagers, but perhaps, madly in love would be a better term.” She grinned.

“I'm not sure that would have ended well considering your guardian was dead set on seeing you home safely.” Sarah's confession drew out a burning redness to cheeks.

Meanwhile, Edwyn was busy scribbling something on a scrap of paper. The note secretly passed on to Krusolis just in time before Sarah returned her focus on him. "I think that's obivous!"

Pen went to work again on the request he spoke of earlier. Krusolis took his eyes away from Sarah to browse over the note and he quickly went into crisis mode. If and when he caught Edwyn's attention he shot a glare across the desk.

Silently, Sarah watched the pair in wonder, her head tilting to the side as Edwyn went to work. One brow lifted upwards as she spoke. “One would hope so. I did not intend to hide it.” She glanced to Krusol, her brow rising higher, if at all possible, to observe the glance Krusol gave his friend. She mused. “I could have lost him...” No, not really.

Crumpling up the note and shoving it away before it could be read by prying eyes. He knew full well Edwyn would carry out on that threat. His nerves were getting the better of him as he furiously though the proper wording. In the back of his head all the times they had mutually agreed to keep a slower pace here he was jumping in head first with eyes wide open. “I--erhm..” clearing the frog that somehow managed to jump down his throat. “Well.. that is before you arrived I was speaking with Edwyn about the possibility of going before a magistrate upon his next availability. But I know we agreed on taking our time and all.. but I couldn't agree with you more about falling deeply, madly in love with you.” Now he was rambling and hoping to be cut off. Edwyn was a touch surprised as he listened, his writing was nothing more than a ruse until everything was official.

Rambling Krusol forced her head to tilt and her brows to rise. She glanced between the pair of friends before leaning forwards, towards the desk and speaking to Edwyn. “You do know, that there's a phrase, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'...” She smiled to Edwyn before glancing to Krusol, her gaze however, turned back to Edwyn shortly after. “If something were to hurt Krusol I think I would be one hell of a force to deal with.” Grinning broadly. She glanced back to Krusol. “Is that what you two were speaking of? What else were you saying?” She'd do what she could to learn of that note later.

Krusolis had to tug on Sarah's hand to draw her back in. Yet chuckling all the same. “Take it easy, Little Dove. Don't think I explained that well enough.” Struck by her sudden aggression

Edwyn went leaning way back into the back of his chair before fists went flying or fingernails started clawing. All he had to defend himself at the moment was a pen. And wield it he would. "Bwah-ahah! Unlike you old man the lady has fire in her gut!" Now Krusolis was lost. Perhaps that was a good thing that his words drifted off.

She glanced back to Krusol, before chuckling hearing Edwyn. She grinned broadly before smiling to her beloved. “Then please, explain.” She squeezed his hand and lounged back in her seat, her smile drifting towards Edwyn. “Of course I have fire, that's one of the many things Krusol loves about me.”

“Yes a fire I have not had to witness first-hand thanks to the fact I know how to treat a lady of her caliber.” A sense of accomplishment in Krusolis as he retaliated with a jab of his own. Then slinking back in his the chair once it seemed Sarah had called off the dogs.

Instead of Edwyn elaborating Krusolis was the one to tackle that task. “Little Dove? I was hoping we could go before the magistrate to solidify a union between you and I.” Sweaty palms and face as red as ripe strawberry patch when he shifted in the seat to face Sarah as much the arms would allow.

Sarah sat there, frozen for a moment and very speechless. She drew in a small breath, bit her lip, and clutched at her green dress softly. Her fingers kneaded the fabric as the thought mulled over in her mindset. Her nerves finally showing at the prospect of something that sounded quite important. Drawing in a small, timid breath, she nodded. “When would we do so?”


Sensing that sign of trepidation in Sarah he had to shoot a look to Edwyn. Something along the lines of distain marring normally cheerful features. Edwyn could only come back with an apologetic shrug that Krusolis didn't openly accept. “At the magistrates discretion, but you could always say something now and reconsider.”

Her head shook as she put on a strong face and smiled softly. “I would never reconsider the opportunity; it's merely that I need to finish my dress.” Sarah nodded softly, her hands moving over her green dress to smooth where she had formed wrinkles. She gave him a soft smile before turning her gaze to Edwyn. “Is that what you two were discussing?”

Edwyn wanted nothing to do with further progress of their conversation. Busy, busy work of pen scrawling at paper. He deferred to Krusolis while relieved he hadn't put his neck on the chopping block to see the executioner offer no respite. ‘Yes, that is why I came to Edwyn. I had no idea he would summon you here. To bear witness.” Then Krusolis again pegged his superior officer with a cold glare. As if ready to redact his words his hands similarly withdrew from Sarah's. “Neither of us know when he would be free of scheduled duties. It could be anytime, but Edwyn is sure there are many weeks ahead of us.”

Sarah swallowed ever so slightly, her gaze flickering to Krusol as he spoke of an unknown time limit. Her head bobbed when she nodded, her frame leaning back against her chair. Both her legs folded, one over the other, before she managed to murmur out to him. “Very well. I shall see what I can do to hasten the dress progress.” A smile was given, her nerves however, were ever so slightly frantic and frazzled at this bit of news. Finally she nodded once again and murmured to Krusol. “I'd do anything for our future together Krusol.”

Krusolis felt two inches tall and could only blame himself despite instinct to push that burden off on Edwyn. It showed in wrinkled brows as he was too ashamed to even hold eye contact with Sarah. “You don't have to if you are uncomfortable. I would understand.” Hands busy with incessant wringing. He fully believed Edwyn would come to the rescue here with some off the wall remark, but the man had already shown evidence that he wanted no part of Sarah's wrath.

Despite the sudden surprise that she could be married to Krusol as early as tomorrow, Sarah was handling this rather well. Sarah shifted a bit, her hand moving to stroke her chin as she processed. She nodded to Krusol, reached out and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, though she was sure he could feel her shaking with, more or less, surprise. “I'm.. I need some air. I'm going to head home.” Sarah swallowed a bit roughly and smiled. “It was a pleasure to meet you Sir Redwood.” She shifted to her feet, and not hastily, made her way to the door and out, her breathing a bit shaky.

There came the excuse to leave Edwyn's office the moment Sarah entered he had been waiting for. Before he could bat a lash and catch up she was hurrying out. Both men shared a 'what have we done?' after the waves settled. Unlike before it was Krusolis taking initiative by excusing himself. Following perfumed wake of Sarah while Edwyn could only offer his condolences. -- Aware that Sarah might be within swinging distance of double hinged door Krusol timorously pushed apart heavy oaks. “Sarah?” Emeralds immediately cast to and fro in hunt for his cherished dove.

Sarah was already working her way along the courtyard and towards the streets that would lead her home. Her cloak was wrapped around her so tightly, she nearly disappeared within its warmth. Red hair spiraled out of the cracks and glistened like fire in the torches she past. She glanced back when her name was called and paused, allowing him time to catch her as she looked to him. Both her eyes were a bit wide, as though surprise was finally sinking in like a weight upon her shoulders.

Before it had been she who was so concerned with which their relationship progressed. Shoe was on the other foot now. Sympathetic wrinkle of brows as he sought to wrap Sarah in his arms. Thoughts swiftly lassoed and caught him mere feet short of his prize. Speech now was worse than any puzzle placed before him. “Sarah I -- ..Please, would you say something?”

“I'm getting married to the man of my dreams...” She gave a small, tiny laugh, her frame still slightly shaking as she continued. “I have so much to do... I mean, I need at least the dress, something proper for me to wear on our wedding day.” She twitched a bit at the thought of not having a decent gown to wear as she walked down the aisle to marry him. It was things like that, that scared her. Her mind set was a fickle thing. “I mean.. How does it look, if the woman you love, your bride, isn't even dressed for the occasion?”

Daring enough to draw closer, yet still uncertain if she was off limits. Hands found themselves nervously wiping off the sweat onto slacks. “I wouldn't care if you arrived dressed in what you awoke in that morning.” The sentiment was there, but he should retract that since he knows what Sarah sleeps in. Fuzzy bearded cheeks went beet red again.

There was a sough laugh from her at that comment. She mused to him as she closed the distance to draw her fingers over his chest. “I don't think you'd want the Magistrate to know what I sleep in.” She smiled to him before kissing his chin. “Come, I have a surprise for you.”

Subtle groan at his mistake as eyes followed the movement of Sarah's fingers. His brain yelled "move you fool!", but body didn't comply. Instead he collected resolve and rephrased the initial question. “Am I stepping beyond what you are ready for?” All the air in his lung left at once. All he heard now has beating heart and Sarah's words.

“No, you're not.” She answered honestly, her smile softening while her gaze fixed on his green hues. Fingers lifted to stroke to his cheek, her lips pressing to his chin once again. She stepped back, turned, and started along the path towards home once again as she mused. “I would have married you the night you proposed Krusol, that's how much I want to marry you.”

Color him confused or simply dense. Either way he was only a man not privy to all the feminine wiles. Before Sarah could slink too far away heavy booted feet clanked along polished stone. Mouth agapes as though he was speaking, but no words ever formed. Following the path Sarah blazed with a stupefied look.


She slowed to loop her arm with his, her smile soft while she meandered along. “I'm sorry for how I reacted... I just thought of how much I wanted to be perfect for you and look perfect for you.” Her gaze turned to him, her cobalt hues sparkling with delight. “And on our wedding day, I want to be the best damn bride in Thamasa. “Blushing softly.

Minimal comfort achieved by Sarah taking the initiative. Strides taken to match her pace before feeling confident enough to lean against. He felt terrible for placing her in the hot seat. “Perfect? That is subjective. When I wake up next to you and your hair is out of place. Your eyes still lazy from sleep and that little dribble of sleep drool still on your chin. That is perfection.”

The blush on her cheeks grew with his complement. A soft laugh left her and she squeezed his arm softly in a warm hug. Her head rested on his shoulder, a small sigh pushing from her lips. Both her eyes closed and she mused to him. “Can you believe it? Any day now, I'm going to be waking up your wife, and you, my husband.” She nearly skipped on her toes at the thought. “I've already started the proper dress for our wedding, and a little something as my wedding present to you. I suppose I'll have to take in over time to make sure it's ready for when the time comes.”

Curiosity as to what she beckoned him with earlier gave way to complacency. The stroll back home wouldn't take long, but at the mercy of Sarah's lead who knew where they could end up. “Each passing second is a lifetime, Little Dove.” By no means could he match the hurried pace of skipping. Thusly, Sarah was able to slip from his grasp. “From what I know I'm not supposed to know about your dress. Please let my imagination run wild.” Return of the devious smirk as skip by step he trailed further behind.

She had finally arrived to the path that led to their front door and paused. Her fingers moved to comb hair from her face, eyes trailing over their home warmly. Sarah glanced back to him then motioned towards their home. “The surprise is inside, so, after you.”

Thick bushy brow arched when faced with the surprise. Emeralds shot passed Sarah to the door as he warily approached. “Buttercup isn't going to leap out at me again is she?” Jaded by many sneak attacks from the fledgling kitten since the migration to Thamasa. Krusol slithered up to join Sarah at the doorstep. One deep breath as he readied himself for a face full of claws then pushed down on the latch. Thankfully there was no critter assault, but where was the surprise.

“If I didn't know better Krusol, I'd think Buttercup loved you.” She giggled softly at the thought. Sarah enjoyed watching Krusol and Butter when he was reading. The ginger kitten climbing into his lap and purring to his idle skritches. Stepping up to the door, she pushed it open and revealed a pair of planting pots, inside them, were two bush like shrubs, but that wasn't the surprise. Once inside, Sarah locked the door and wrapped her arms around him, her lips brushing his shoulder. “I got something for you.”

“She loves me because I keep her claws sharp!” He scoffed over shoulder. Immediately that emerald gaze set about the duo of potted plants while gauging their health and strength. As he knelt down to bring himself to that level was when Sarah sprang onto his back. Sneak attack! Reacting much the same as when Buttercup latched onto his ankle Krusol went into a frenzy. Then froze. “You are not Buttercup”. Hoisting Sarah much like a rucksack he squatted again to inspect the plants. “What are they?”

Sarah broke out into giggles as she was hoisted up. Her lips brushed into his neck softly and she mused. “One is an apple tree, the other is a weeping willow, for us to sit under when we're old and grey.” She glanced towards them, her finger pointing towards each as she named them. She kissed his neck again before she whispered. “I made sure to ask which would grow healthy when the season was right. For now they need to remain indoors or they won't survive the cold winter.”

Gazed drifted from one to the other as they were specified. Being a closet botanist at heart he felt embarrassed not being able to name them without help. Chalk it up to Sarah's teasing kisses that muddled his thoughts. It was a stretch to turn cheek and meet Sarah admist one of her smooching bombardments but he managed to etch to corner of lips. “I will be sure to nurture them as I will you.”

His words made her smile, eyes nearly sparkling with sheer delight. Sarah nuzzled into his neck while she murmured out to him. “And I will cherish them as I cherish you.” Propping her chin on his shoulder she murmured out. “Ready for the next surprise?” She could hardly hide that grin on her lips.

“There's more?” All he could think of was a three pound kitton spring boarding off a cabinet to latch onto his face. “Lead the way, Master.” Having Sarah on his back put him down on the totem pole along the ranks of ay other beast of burden. Yet he was a six foot tall beast with a mind of his own. Something like Ventura, but more caring.

Sarah blinked, shaking her head and slipping off his shoulders. She didn't much like being referred to that, it showed, slightly. Silently, she made her way to the bedroom, and stepped aside once passing through the door. Sarah leaned against the wall as her gaze turned to the bed, their bed, now dawned in fine emerald silk sheets. On it was a small bag. She bit her lip.

It wasn't so much as improper phrasing, or more thoughtless babble. The fleeting look he took from Sarah was more than enough to signify he would never use such wording again. Maybe his next gift would be a pair of sturdy pants to wear around the house. After Buttercup revealed her location by the fire Krusol felt confident enough to breech past the bedroom threshold. Silk bedding made him feel upper-class, but more curious was the satchel planted atop. Squinted gaze pressed on Sarah as he ventured beyond and dabbled at the tie string.

Inside was a pair of boxes embroidered with K and S each. Sarah stepped closer and awaited for him to open the box. Once he had, he'd find within the box was a bit of silver wrapped in a velvet casing. Once it was pushed aside, he'd see a necklace with a dove on it. Beneath the boxes was a picture of her and him, don't ask how she managed it, but she got one from Padriq and their first date, Rachael's wedding.

Through the many layers took some time. Enough so that Sarah was able to sneak up alongside. He saw the K and S and knew which one was his. More fold of fabric until unveiling the slender chain with pendant. Choking on words he could only part the ornament and relish in the image of the two in deep embrace as they dance. “Oh my, Dove.” Knees trembled enough to force himself down on bedding while beckoning Sarah closer. “I love it.”

Sarah opened her box to reveal a silver lion. Smiling to him, she moved to sit beside him, her hand moving to hold his and give it a soft squeeze. “I had hoped so.” Her head rested on his shoulder, lips pressing to his shoulder before she murmured out to him tenderly. Sighing out a little she whispered to him. “I merely wanted to let you have something that reminds you of me with you always.”

Sarah made her way towards the bed and settled beside him, her hands folding onto her lap and her gaze flickering to him. A gentle smile was given to him and her fingers cupped at the box that was hers. She opened it slowly and revealed a small silver lion. Thumbs teased over the pendant as she murmured. “I wanted you to have a piece of me where ever you go.” She smiled a little.

“Thank you very much.” First instinct was to attempt to put the necklace around his neck. Having some issues with the clasp Krusol would wait until he had beter control over trembling fingers. Fixing the photograph between them so they both could see Krusol relaxed against Sarah. “You look marvelous in this picture, but who's that hairy fellow you're dancing with?”

“Hmmm... I'm not sure.” He had her attention. She grinned to him, arms wrapping about him and holding him close to her. Smiling she murmured to him. “Could be big foot, or the yeti... Or it could be the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.” She grinned softly and nuzzled his shoulder.

Soaking all the affection he possibly could. No one ever said big men couldn't cry, and by no means was he crying. However, vision becoming clouded by moisture. “You didn't have to get me a gift. It doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing. You will always be in my thoughts and in my heart.” Focusing on the photo wasn't helping him keep the water works under control. Instead, he placed a tender smooch to Sarah's temple and let his head rest against hers. Speaking softly now while borrowing a page out of her book. “And you are positive you're alright with this?”

“I'm very positive, it... it was just a surprise.” She admitted softly. “I mean, really a surprise.” Her arms squeezed at him, a small smile on her lips. She traced her fingers along his side as she admitted. “It was like... surprise, you're getting married whenever the magistrate is ready! It's like.. surprise you have no time to plan what you're going to wear on the wedding night, and everything.” Laughing a bit softly. “I'm fine, I'm just excited. I do enjoy challenges.”

Each response caused more fidgeting with the dove and attached chain. One in particular rang in his ears. Enough so he wanted to address it. “I'm sorry, Sarah. What happened was unexpected, but Edwyn put me over the fire. That's what he passed to me. If I didn't tell you about my interest with going before the magistrate then he would have. If you would like more time all you need is to say it.”

She chuckled softly, her brow pressing to his as her lips rested against his own. Fingers tangled through his hair and arms hugged him tightly to her. “I would rather dance on hot coals than postpone the chance to be your wife.” She kissed at his nose softly and then at his brow.

A welcome distraction came in the form of kisses. Coupled with her words was enough to melt away his worries. Guttural growl as Sarah continued to claim her territory. Next came the smirk. “That could be arranged.” Whenever he could time it right with Sarah's kisses he'd pucker lips and return the favor. “Say, make the aisle a length of coals.”

“On you're terrible.” Sarah laughed softly, a grin blossoming on her lips while her arms wrapped around him and her lips pressed to the side of his ear. She gave a small nibble to him before whispering into his ear. “You want to know what I'm looking forwards to?” She gave another kiss to his ear and then along his neck ever so slowly.

“You shouldn't give me any ideas. Besides, magistrates are busy men. We likely won't know anything for weeks.” Partially lidded by the kisses emeralds pinned down Sarah in hopes that would bring ease to her nerves. Laughter soon gave way to trembling from the nip and ensuing move of lips over skin. No amount of arm wrangling could get her to stop, all he accomplished was pressing their bodies closer. “Walking down the aisle trying not to faint from all the blood rushing to your head?” It was a shot in the dark to an open ended question.

There was an abrupt laugh from her to it and she shook her head. “Oooh are you kidding! I am preparing for that, I promise you.” She nipped at him, her smile softening as she looked into his emerald gaze. Shifting, she kissed his lips and whispered to him. “The after glow. The moment after we've joined as husband and wife, and it all sinks in. The moment where I have my head rested on your shoulder and we're just savoring it... just savoring the future to come with eachother.” She bit her lip softly to hide just how excited she was for that part.

Split second look of confusion. “No I was--.” Words replaced with a moan as lids fully closed now from the assault on his lips. Several ticks later eyes reopened his extremities were tingling from Sarah's boundless kisses. Cheeks burning red as he imagined the scene himself. “That will be the happiest night of my life. Knowing my Little Dove will be with me everyday hence forth.”

Sarah nodded with him, her head pressing to his shoulder and her lips brushing to his neck. Fingers traced along his back, and a soft sigh left her. She managed to murmur to him softly. “And my darling Knight will be by my side and holding me in his arms for the rest of my life.” Cobalt hues turned to him.

Sarah was certainly making it difficult on him to keep thoughts on track. It seemed she has found a tender spot on his body. His spine jumped and muscles froze in place when she traced down his back. Though no laugh escaped the lopsided grin meant she hit it dead on too. After regaining composure he asked. “I've been wondering. What's the lion represent?” Touching the beak of his dove pendant to the lion.

“Strength, pride, family.” She lifted it up. “It also means kingly, or royal. To me it means that you're a proud, strong man, who's the king of his home and of my heart.” She answered. Slowly her fingers slid down to the lion and it shimmered, reacting to her skin as though it was a part of her. She did say she wanted a piece of her to be with him always.

It didn't what fires a man was forged in, but those words would have any on hands and knees grovel at Sarah's feet. Krusol was special case. In a display of solidarity he found a way to untangle himself from her arms. Down to his knees he took precious time to clasp the dove around his neck. Emeralds briefly cast up to cross with Sarah's deep blue eyes. Then solemnly bowing his head to read atop her hands. “I pray to Atma that I always have that honor.”

“I pray to Atma that she always returns me to you.” She cupped his face, her fingers stroking over his chest while she shifted, leaned forwards, and pressed a kiss to his lips. She rested her brow to his and wrapped him up in her arms, her body moving forwards and settling into his lap. She locked her eyes with his and whispered out to him softly. “I love you Krusolis, I love you.”

Drinking in the delicate kiss in all its entirety even as Sarah slithered her way down into his lap. A soft whimper when lips parted, but with good cause. “I love you too, Sarah.” It should be obvious, but saying it was so much more gratifying. They'd become a jumble of limbs on the floor until Krusol pulled legs underneath to stand. There he would lay Sarah to rest atop the sleek covering of the bed. Endless kisses trailed away from lips to collar then up the crook of her neck.

Teasing, teasing, he was so good at teasing her sensitive spots and making her whimper. She sucked in a rough breath, bit her lip, and shivered softly. Slowly she leaned forwards and nibbled to his ear before her fingers teased through his hair. She lay back and sighed contently, the thought of being his wife made her swoon with delight.

As though to further tempt that thought that's where he drew the line. Not, before one last suckle upon lips. Lids parted to show brilliant emerald eyes once more. Fingertips completing their mission of tracing Sarah's jaw as he straightened spine. “Thank you very much for your gift, Little Dove.” Speaking of such had him catching the pendant that dangled from neck. Lips pressed to the figure and letting it fall free once more. “I'm going to read then ready myself for bed.”

“I think I'm going to go clean up..” She said as she looked to him, her smile blossomed to him. She stroked his cheek, thumb tracing his cheek bones while she whispered. “When I'm done, do you want to watch the fire for a while and eat dessert?” She glanced to the door and the room beyond before musing. “I made cake.”

“Ca--! ake!?” Knees buckled midstride luckily the doorframe was there to catch his weight. Playing it off any way he could such as shaking a foot like it had fallen asleep. “I'd like to help you clean. I do make a majority of the mess around here.” Considering the bachelor pad was now turning into a proper home it didn't sit well leaving it all to one person. He wasn't helpless after all.

“I don't think you'd be safe to help me clean up.” She said as she stood. Standing slowly she made her way over to his side and grinned. “I'm going to take a bath. And if you wanted to help me, you could, but... Just remember, we're going to be married at any time.” Winking to him a little coyly.

Lids lowered into a squint. The tiny gears clicking away as he processed that. Sure enough it all came out wrong. “Are you trying to seduce me, Ms. Matthews?” Meanwhile, there was cake within these very walls. Cake that was about to go unsupervised. Two opposing forces collided and it had to be said. “I'd be glad to help you with your bath as well.” Leaning heavily against the doorframe helped facilitate the cover up that he nearly face planted.

“Actually...” Sarah pondered his question while she could, her head turning and her gaze turning to lock with his. She bit her lip, her hand resting to his chest as she murmured out to him. “I think I was trying to seduce you.” Softly she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his chin, shifting on her feet she looked past him to the kitchen, a soft smile blossoming on her lip. “However, I know you wanted to wait... So..” She stood on her toes and kissed his chin. “Enjoy your book, I'll be out soon.”

Those teasing pecks to bushy chin only fanning desires. While he had the chance Krusol cupped a hand underneath her chin and planted a firm kiss to lips. Something that would linger for the duration of their time apart. Roguish wink after finally break her spell. “..And cake. You said there was cake.”

“You have to wait for cake, I'm going to join you for that.” Sarah said softly, her smile soft. She traced her fingers over his chest and closed her eyes, inhaling a bit of his scent. Her head tilted a little and she murmured. “That invitation still stands though.” With that she slid past him and into the bathroom. After a moment the water could be heard running.

Throaty growl as Sarah slipped out his grasp. Eyes darted down the hall to the expanse of the main room which led to dining room and kitchen. Then back to the washroom where his betrothed taunted him. In the open doorway Sarah could see him pass and shortly thereafter return. Like a pup caught between food or wanting to be let outside to play. Waggles a finger at Sarah then stomps off for the main room and his book.

Sarah called out to him, a soft loving song like sound leaving her. “Enjoy your book dear...” There was a pause in the washroom before the green dress she wore flew into the hamper along with her silk under dress. She poked her head to the side and murmured out. “Don't touch the cake either!”

“I'm not touching it!” What Sarah didn't know was her crime for temptation was Krusol would carve out a chunk of cake fit for two. Creaking floorboards and clattering of flatware masked by coughing as Sarah hollered out. Technically it was the knife touch the cake. Fully aware he would never finish before Sarah finished her bath an extra fork set upon his plate. The plated treat resting on knee as he opened the book. Before a word could be read he made sure to cement his bad deed by cutting out a bite. Might as well enjoy it now as he's sure hells' fury will be on its way.

[Sarah]

Tuesday July 17, 2012-- Unpacking

Sarah was sitting before the fire, her fingers tracing over a picture frame. Her gaze turned over the woman in the frame, a soft smile on her lips. Although the woman looked nothing like Sarah, the fondness that was shown on her face was genuine. Slowly, cobalt gaze turned towards the mantle and she stood, crossing the floor and setting the picture. Once the picture was in place, she tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear and glanced to the box at the feet of the couch. Returning to it she knelt down and fished through the items within.

Unmistakable sounds of wet, bare feet carried well throughout the house. That was until they approached the living area where they were drowned out by crackling flames. Towel was still wiping at damp hair and chest, at least he had piece of mind to slip into wool night pants. Deep emerald gaze searched until he found Sarah moving away from hearth to the couch. “Did you lose something.” Soaked towel flung over shoulder and arms crossed. Wearing a wide smile while watching her rummaging.

“Um...” Sarah's gaze turned from the box to Krusol, eyes going big while she stared at his glorious body. For a moment she stammered and drew in a few small breaths. Biting her lip, she blinked herself to and shook her head. “Oh. No, I'm unpacking the things I took out of the china cabinet.” She pointed to the cabinet that belonged to her mother. Biting her lip ever so softly, she managed to murmur out to him. “It's just a few pictures and trinkets.”

Wrenching his gaze away and toward the the cabinet. Other than the boxes of clothing most of Sarah's personal items had remained boxed away. Her short-winded explanation sent him venturing closer to the new additions. “I was beginning to worry. You brought some things from the house, but never really left your mark.” A sense of ease washing over him while studying the picture. He noticed something about the image, but put no words with them.

The woman in the picture was a golden blonde woman with pale green eyes and a soft smile, nothing like Sarah's. Sarah however was lifting a picture of a man, very stern looking with dark hair and dark eyes. She set it beside her mother, cobalt hues looking over the paired frames. Softly, Sarah murmured. “I was adopted, kind of.” She glanced to Krusol. “I never told you my father was a slaver, did I?”

“You told me all of this.” Now there was a sense of worry in the look directed toward Sarah. Had she really forgotten the times they shared stories over dinner? Picking out the framed photo of the woman. He braved ask the question. Perhaps he should have waited until having time to see the other. “Are these the ones who adopted you or are they your true parents?” The fire doing its role of drying what moisture remained on his skin. Even turning to relax shoulder blades against stained wood of the mantle and equalizing the drying process.

“I'm sorry, I just... I didn't mean to make it sound like I forgot, I just, I don't know why I brought it up.” Sarah looked away from the pictures to Krusol and smiled to him in reassurance. She leaned in and kissed his shoulder softly. Slowly her gaze turned back to the pictures and she shook her head. “I don't know who my true parents are. The pictures are of my adopted ones.” Sarah let out a small, slight laugh and murmured out to him. “They still raised me. And for the most part.” She gestured to the picture in his hands. “She spared me from a life I'm sure my parents, my real parents, didn't want me to suffer from.” Giving him a weak smile.

That was cause enough for Krusol to send bare arm coiling around her torso. Softly spoke words carried after nestling Sarah in closer. “They had generous hearts for love and open eyes to see you deserved it. Something I wish to continue.” The newest ornament for the mantle carefully put back into place along with the other photo. It was a humbling experience to see them at last and welcomed into the trio of his own family pictures. “Anywhere you see fit you place your mementos is fine by me.”

Sarah smiled to him, her frame turning to face him, her hands running along his chest. She rested her head against his shoulder, lips pressing to his skin. Cobalt gaze turned to his and her hand crept up, fingers tracing his cheek. She rested her brow to his and whispered to him gently. “I have a question for you, handsome.” Her lips pressed to his chin lightly and she murmured out. “You don't have family here I haven't met, have you?”

Peaking curiosity suddenly derailed when Sarah asked the very question that was on his mind. Pin sized goose bumps dotted exposed skin at the tender kisses. “I do as a matter of fact. My aunt.” Pronunciation heavily favoring the 'u'. There came the pressed lipped frown. “I haven't shared words with her since my twenty-first birthday. I couldn't tell you if she was still alive or not. We simply grew apart.” Fingers set about their tantalizing dance of a lost spider. Up, down, and diagonally across her side. “May I ask the same from you?”

The lapse in thought was back again, all because of his touch. Both her eyes closed, her frame shivered, and she drew in a weak trembling breath. Her knees buckled a little and her lips pressed to his shoulder, lips traced over his skin, she took a deep breath and nipped at his shoulder. Exhaling a little, her fingers traced along his spine. She whispered out to him. “I hope that where ever she is she's not judging your actions too harshly. That would be unfair.” Cobalt hues turned to him and danced ever so slightly. “I have a brother and a sister. My brother tends to my late father's affairs and my sister roams about Rhy'din with her lover, doing god knows what with her inheritance.” Sarah shook her head. “Well, my inheritance. Sammy is actually the second saved by my mother who's actually the same as me, kind of. She doesn't seem to have the ability to shift human aspects; she has the ability to take the form of animals, more or less.”

It took every ounce of mental and physical strength, not to crumble with the her continuous teasing. The longer she lasted the more his resolve dwindled. The final straw being the touch to spine. “Hrrk!” Paralyzed in his current position his only option was to listen. Shame on him for having full attention on her as sparkling blues were further hindrance of his escape. “A brother and a sister? Judging by your reaction and tale of their stories you don't speak much with them either?” Merely speaking had broken the spell and hand him calmly fleeing. By no means was the couch a safe haven, but it would provide him time to catch his wits. “Your father a wealthy man is he?” Be he alive or dead Krusol would refer to him in present tense until gaining further knowledge. A hand batted at the cushion next to him, inviting further pleasure to the senses.

Sarah moved to sit at the floor before him, the box pulled to her. Lifting up a trinket, which looked more or less like a collar, she held it out to him. It was gold, of course, precious metal to the core, but it had more value than Sarah had mentioned. “I was kidnapped in my early teens by a man. This man lost his daughter to my father's profession and placed that around my neck. For hours he tortured me and attempted to break me, but my father taught me how to fight my way through any hardship, the hard way. So, imagine me sitting in a cell, going through a fasting, and hearing a singing blade.”

Sarah paused to form a rift, glowing golden and soft, by the fire, it didn't even feel harmful, just Sarah using her magic. She pulled out a equally golden blade, matching the neckpiece, except for parts of it were hallow. She tapped the tip softly on the hearth of the fireplace and paused, letting a harmony, much like an angel's song fill the room. Slowly her hand moved and rested over the blade, stopping its song. “My father's sword. He'd hunted down the man that took me and paid a price he swore he never would, he returned the man's daughter at the price of losing his most valuable client. From the day I was freed from that collar, which he had dipped in gold to serve as a memento of the occasion, he worked to free every slave that he sold, save the few he couldn't save at all.”

Sarah's gaze turned back to Krusol. “He was a wealthy man, earned more than I could ever imagine freeing those, whose life he stole. He turned a port of slave dealing into a port of slave freeing, gave people new lives and died a very loved man. My brother took up where he left off.” She smiled.

“Even though I was a part of his possessions in a way, I forgave him and learned to love his cruelties as a child. Most of all I think it was his love for his wife that spared me.” There was a soft laugh from her as she lifted a silver locket and spun it. “She wouldn't let him turn me into a piece of profit because she fell in love with me very much the way I fell in love with you.” Sarah set the locket back in the box before returning the blade to its place in the rift. She glanced back to Krusol. “I'm sorry, it's just, thinking about us getting married.. Even though he was late into becoming a good man, I think he would have liked you Krusol.”

Interested by the sentimental mementos and other reminders Sarah packed away in that box. That was until the item he was holding was described as a collar. Not to mention the very one Sarah had been forced to wear throughout her ordeal. Delicately he placed the collar onto the cushion beside him. Sympathetic emeralds studied as she shared more about the story. “Do you know what I think? I think your father realized that you were fare more valuable than any client or other possession.” Gaze then sent drifting over the other items Sarah displayed for him. A little wink once she turned attention fully upon him. “Well, I am a very likable fellow.”

“You're a very wonderful fellow Krusol, a man who holds my heart.” She winked to him, her lips parting in a bright smile. Her hand slid out to take his before she reached out, shaking a small teddy bear at him. She pulled back to look over the bear, her thumb stroking the cream colored bear. She shook it out at him again and beamed. “It's my bear from when I was a baby. Apparently, it and I were inseparable.” She turned to the box and started to rummage as if searching for other things, other treasures. “I forgot the bear was there. I wonder what else is in here.” Sarah paused and lifted up a ring, her fingers tracing over it. “Huh. I've never seen this before.” She turned to Krusol and held up the ring, a coy grin on her lips.

Dearly clutches the hand while shuffling along cushions for a better look-see. Chuckling at the introduction of the stuffed bear. Silently reminiscing of his own childhood. “Boop.” Finger sent out to touch the button nose of Sarah's little bear. “What? You're going to show me your bear and not even share what you named it?” Lopsided smirk as gaze left the box to train on Sarah with a quizzical tilt of his head. Hmm, perhaps that should be answered in a moment. The newest trinket had drawn curious lift of brows. “Never seen it before? Did you let someone else pack your belongings?” As he leaned in for close inspection.

The ring was silver, almost platinum. As he spoke, she grinned and edged a bit closer to him. Her fingers holding out the ring to him. Sarah closed his hand around it while she leaned back and settled on her knees. “Read it.” She gestured to the engravings on the inside of the ring.

“It's not some kind of magic that when I read I'll be turned into some grotesque troll?” Sprawling out belly down on the couch he offered one more wary squint at Sarah. Something was afoot he could sense it and her grin confirmed it. Angling to get better light to reveal the engraving on the band.

When he was able to read the writing, he would see 'Foreer grá, go deo mise'. Sarah spoke in a soft tone, her eyes alight with delight. Forever love, forever yours. She clasped her hands onto her lap, her fingers folding while she bit her lip. Cobalt eyes locked on him, her smile blossoming while she mused. “I figure since I have one showing the love you have for me, then perhaps you'd be alright with having one of your own?” Her head tilted a little to the side.

Before he could ask about the words they were explained to him. A warm smile coursed over features as he met her gaze. “That's not what it says.” He simply wanted to hear Sarah speak the language in which it is written. That wasn't stopping him from slipping the band onto finger in answer to the question.

Her head tilted and she slid over to him while he slipped the ring on his finger. “What does it say then?” She couldn't help but arch a brow in curiosity. Her fingers laced on his knee while she rested her chin, cobalt gaze looking up to him.

For the sake of hearing the words in context as engraved he removed the ring. The inside of the band tilted for Sarah to see. “Unless I was reading it upside down that's not what I read.” Playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Well then what did you read?” She eyed that smirk, but played along. Her chin still rested on his knee while he continued with his playful way.

The tables have been turned on him. Well played, Mr. Matthews, well played. Clearing his throat he brought the ring back for closer inspection. Lips parted, then promptly shut before he could speak. The ring turned to give a second once over. “Well.. Fhor-greer grah go deeo mysee.” Having satisfactorily botched the words he pinned Sarah with a look as though asking if he was close. Then offering it to Sarah again for clarification.

Sarah laughed out, her lips parting in a wide smile while she slid, her head resting on his knee. She wrapped her arm around him, a soft murmur leaving her. “Krusol, what's the custom for a couple to celebrate their union? What do I need to expect?” She drew spirals along his calf, then traced her finger along his ankle while she thought, pondered. What would she be expected to do?

He huffed at that. Sarah wasn't even going to give him the pleasure of hearing her say it. Stores this away to be brought up again at a later time. Now she was taking command of the conversation. Scrutinious narrowing of eyes.. she was getting too good at this. After a calming breath the ring was slipped back onto finger so he could sneak that hand into hers. “The two are introduced before Atma and join hands. Much like now. Then after exchanging personal words or written vows their hands are bound to represent they are now one.”

“And after that? After that night?” Gaze turned towards him, her smile still soft and her gaze ever loving for him. She moved her hand to stroke at his cheek, fingers twisting over the scruff there. Sarah traced through his beard then along his cheek, her fingers combed through his hair. She bit her lip. “Do they go on a honeymoon, or what?” Her head tilted to the side. “What do they do to represent marital bliss?”

Nuzzling into the soft petting of her hand accompanied by barely audible coo. Were he a domesticated critter like Buttercup he'd be purring. Sarah's continued questions appeared to be ignored, but he was merely trying to catch himself. “Yes, there is a honeymoon period.” Now that caused a brow to arch. As much as he hated to he angled away from her touch. “What are you trying to get at?”

She rose on her feet and climbed on the couch, her frame settling over him. She did what she could to behave herself, of course. She stroked her finger over his cheek and pressed a kiss to his nose. “Well, are we going to have a honeymoon?”

“Of course we will have a honeymoon! We can have two if we have a ceremony for friends.” Slinks one arm around her waist and the other sent to rest atop thigh. Something pinged in the back of his mind that this wasn't her only worry. Emerald gaze fixated upon those entrancing blues in a moment of silence. Then he decides to dip a toe into the waters. “You know, if we were strictly adhere to tradition we would be locked in our bedroom until we consummate.”

Sarah flushed and gulped ever so slightly. Cobalt eyes locked with his as brows rose upwards, a soft swallow leaving her. Chewing on her bottom lip for a moment, Sarah processed what he had just said with a bit of silent surprise on her face. She shifted a little more, eyes lighting up and a grin blossoming on his lips. Slowly she straddled his frame and murmured to him. “Is that what you want to do? Is that something that expected?” Her head tilted ever so slightly. “Is it something that would be required?”

“Hrr..” Suddenly finding himself pinned against the cushions by hands and thighs. Eyes drifting slowly upward while hands acted as though magnetically drawn to hips. Devlish smirk taking over his face once finally meeting blues once more. Each question answered in kind. “Yes, yes and I think I might purposely lose the key.”

Leaning back, her gaze locked with his, her fingers pushing on the padding behind him. She leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to his lips before she mused. “Not if I lose it first.” She rested her brow against his and sighed softly, her hands moving to wrap about him. Her head rested on his shoulder, eyes closed. “Do you think the magistrate might make us do that?”

“It's not common now, but it tradition.” Given the opportunity now he gave delicate nibble upon collar bone. Meanwhile, arms fully enveloped Sarah and fingers traced irregular patterns at the curve of her back. Words now more a rumble than pronounced. “It's not forbidden to...” Now finding himself choked on the very thoughts roaming his mind.

“Forbidden to what?” Her brows rose upwards, her mind a bit hazy at the nibbling occurring to her collar bone. Sucking in a soft breath, her head rested down to his shoulder once again so that she could nip and nibble at his neck, returning the teasing favor.

In situations like these actions speak louder than words. In a move that betrayed all previous notions of age Krusol lurched forward and stood. Arms that had previously cuddled now in full support under Sarah as bare feet sent them through the house. Its layout and obstacles ingrained into memory so much that the tantalizing kisses continued unhindered. All the way to the bed he carried Sarah where he gently laid her to rest. Bright green eyes roaming freely before flitting closed with a tender kiss place upon lips.

[Sarah]

A Visit with the Thamasian Church

Sarah spent roughly an hour or two preening and pampering herself to the point of presenting herself as a prim and proper lady. Her hair was pinned back, red strands tangling in an intricate bun. Cobalt hues fixed on her reflection in the mirror while her hands smoothed over the brown gown she wore. Once she was certain she was perfect, she stepped out of the bathroom and searched for Krusol. Biting her lip lightly, she mused.

“I’m not used to speaking to holy men, or women, are you certain we'll be all right?”

With Sarah having claimed the bathroom Krusol had been relegated to getting himself dressed in the bedroom. It wasn't so much a hindrance, though as he was able to finish well before. He was dressed to impress with pleated black slacks and pinstriped button up. All neatly tucked with polish buckles and shoes. He was standing idle in the hall when Sarah finally emerges.

“So you didn't fall in?”

He snickered softly while gaze was free to leer. With all the indeterminate noises he heard behind closed door anything could have happened. As much as Sarah consoled and reassured him the night before now Krusol stepped into that role.

“Yes, Dove. We'll be fine. Like you said, just a few questions and we'll be done.”

Swallowing heavily, her lips pursing into a fine line, she flexed her hands and kneaded her fingers. Sarah scanned his frame, her cobalt eyes scanning him ever so slowly. Biting her lip softly, Sarah moved over to him, her hands stroking at his button up shirt, fingers teasing over his skin. She rose on her toes and gave a soft kiss to his chin.

“No matter what happens, we will always be together, right?”

Swallowing softly, she smoothed his shirt and stepped back. She adjusted his shirt collar and her fingers moved to brush through his hair. She pressed her brow to his chin and nodded.

“All right... Let's go.”

Nervous as she was, she knew she had to be strong and sure of herself.
Krusol tilted head down to welcome the affections from Sarah. After a firm squeeze to her shoulders his hands slipped along arms until catching his Sarah's palms. At the confirmation he nodded and tugged open heavy paneled door to a modest chill from the midday air. Escorting her out and pulling door closed behind he steadied composure.

“ Squeeze my hand any tighter and it's going to fall off.”

Another attempt at good natured humor to break the ice. Then he had a thought while making the journey to the nearest chapel. Granted it was still within garrison walls the building stood out by angled roof and towering spires. On either side of polished stone steps were identical statues of Atma.

“After this we should treat ourselves out to lunch.”

Still holding to Krusol's hand and bundled warmly in her cloak, she studied Atma's statue. Fingers circled over his hand and she nodded, agreeing with his suggestion. Softly, she swallowed and murmured out to him, her voice quivering ever so slightly.

“Lunch sounds good, but I do believe we shall have to take one step at a time.”

Glancing to Krusol, her voice trembled ever so slightly.

”I do hope this priest has not heard too much gossip.”

Her gaze turned towards the statue once again, taking in Atma's appearance and admiring it fondly.

Making note the joking jabs were not received as though planned out in his head. He raised her hand to lips where he placed delicate kiss to knuckles. Then wrapped it in the other after for warmth.

”I like to believe they take the hen's clucking for what's worth, baseless gossip.”

From that last bit of reassurance he pressed against massive oak doors that creaked every inch of pivot on hinges. Luckily service for the day had ended hours ago, yet there were still peppering of people in pews. The only one to acknowledge their arrival was a young parishioner who worked for the church as well.

Sarah scanned the hall, eyes captivated by the carvings and detail that she admired. Her lips parted, a delighted smile betraying her emotions. She hardly noticed as the parishioner approached them.

“Greetings friends, what can we do for you?”

Sarah turned her gaze between Krusol and the parishioner curiously, her hand squeezing his once again, rather tightly once again. She'd leave the speaking to Krusol for the moment, heaven knows he'd know what to say in such a holy place.

Since when did Sarah have such strength and where does she hide it? Krusol did his best to maintain that smile to the young woman but didn't speak. Waiting until Sarah gave his hand some reprieve.

*Ahem*

“We are here to speak with Father Bellentide.”

Krusol wasn't going to divulge too much information to a stranger. Just enough to get his foot in the door.

”Inform him Evergreen is here.”

While unsure how that would affect the outcome he was confident that Father would remember him from the occasions he did attend services.
"Of course! You may follow me to his office or wait here if you prefer."
Krusol angled a look aside to Sarah, but the choice was bound to be on his shoulders.

“Lead the way.”

And that the woman did. Ushering the couple through a cleared pew and along the stained glass adorned wall until leading them back behind the altar with a series of doors. Each one belonged to different clergymen, but the one of importance was the center door. After a soft knock and voice from inside the woman disappeared to deliver the news.

Weak and frantic, that's how she felt even as she did her best to keep a firm face. Cobalt hues somewhat wider, pupils almost to saucers, and pools big as the stars brought her to such a timid stature. When the woman left them to wait at the hall she began to pace, back and forth, back and forth, nerves could only hide so far. Shaking timidly, Sarah brought her hands through her hair and undid the bun she had it tied in, only to redo the mess into that tightly knit style. When the young woman returned, hues turned from Krusol to the woman while she gestured them towards the door.
“Father Ballentide will see you now, Sir Evergreen.”

Sarah turned to Krusol, seeking reassurance from him once again as she returned to his side.

“Relax, Dove.”

Words were all he could offer since it seemed best to let Sarah wear holes in the floor. Whatever Sarah needed to do in order to make herself comfortable. Although watching it was obvious that she was already a wreck.

“When you are ready, dear. Take your time.”

Krusol held his ground with a hand out expectantly. Having completed her duty of informing the Father the parishioner excused herself back into the chapel proper. Catching the door before it could close again Krusol peeked his head around to see Father Bellentide curiously approaching then stopping.

"Krusolis my boy, come in!"

Krusol jerked his head back and shot a look to Sarah. One of those, "oops, read or not we go." looks. At his tugging he brought them both beyond the entry and let the door slide shut behind.

"Oh, and who is this we have here?"

Father Ballentide being an older gentleman with pure white, thinning hair and a little round around the middle gathered his robes. He offered the two a seat on small padded bench adjacent to his desk.

“Good afternoon, Father. This lovely woman is Sarah Anne Matthews and she is the reason we are here to speak with you.”

Inadvertently putting the spotlight on Sarah as the clergymen's hazel gaze shifted to regard the woman.

"Please to meet you Ms. Matthews."

Not even a hiccup in his demeanor when Ballentide spied the duo hand in hand.

"Sit! Sit."

Sarah was about to reach for Krusol's hand when he turned and looked to her, surprise over taking her face. Her lips parted and she gaped at him, both her eyes wider than they had been moments before. Stammering lightly, she hardly was able to form the words she wanted to say before being ushered into the room. At the sight of the priest, Sarah gulped weakly. She did her best to put back the firm smile and demeanor as she greeted him.

“Please to meet you as well Father Ballentide.”

Sarah took a seat, her hands trembling while she folded them on her lap.
Krusol took a seat immediately beside Sarah. Taking it upon himself to rest a hand atop hers. It was a terrible attempt to mask the shaking, but the sentiment was there. Always one to pick up on subtle nuances in people the priest was quick to smile for Sarah.

"Now, what was it you needed to speak with me with?"

Bifocal lenses pushed up onto the bridge of nose while regarding the two. Father Ballentide had no pen, no pad just his smile. This is where Krusol brought the point of focus back upon himself.

“ Father, I –“

He struggled for the proper placement of words. There was no way to dance around the fact and besides, he couldn't fib to the man.

“I'm in love with Sarah and we would like to elope before having a traditional ceremony. The magistrate told us we need approval from the church before we can proceed.

Father Ballentide was subtle in the way he moved to clasp his hands atop his desk. Hazel gaze studied the pair, taking note of their nerves and how Sarah trembled each time he set his gaze upon her. Hearing Krusolis' words were enough to bring his brows up ever so slightly. For a moment he processed what these two had presented him with, and he smiled.

“I am pleased that two souls such as yourself have been graced with Atma's blessing to find love in one another.

“It was amazing how quickly he went from such warm and pleased sentiment to the next.

“I have heard of Miss Matthews, and I do not judge hastily Krusolis, you know this, however, despite the rumors of her being a rather... troubled woman. I see that she is quite a beautiful and strong willed woman. That fact does not dismiss the simple truth that you two, as many have informed me, are sleeping and dwelling under the same roof.”

He lifted his hands to silence any protests that Krusol or Sarah could muster and continued.

“I am aware that times are changing Krusolis, that there are those who seek impropriety before making a formal union. I am not saying that this is the case, however... It is surprising that you have asked of this. I have heard of her arrival into Thamasa, how she wore clothing unsuitable for a lady, yet here she is, obviously accustomed to a lady's attire. I have also heard that she has taken up an apprenticeship in an effort to integrate herself within Thamasa's community, and I welcome that. However, I cannot approve of such a hasty marriage without understanding more of your motives.”

Sarah sat there, shaking more than she had before. A stunned silence coming over her as she listened to what was being said; all she could do was listen to Father Ballentide.

”I am very aware of infatuation and the extremes it can drive people towards. Given more time, I am certain that—“

He glanced to Krusol.

”We can come to an accord on a proper union.”

Taking in each sentence in stride until specifics raised his ire. Brows quickly knotted as he was ready to defend each point being called into question.

”Yes, it is true we live together, but that was my doing. I asked Sarah if she would like to live with me, but that is no reason to base a judgment on. Secondly, her manner of dress is also not cause for the same. As with any stranger to a new place what they wear is of their own custom. Sarah didn't have to alter her attire, but she did. She did it because she loves me. How often can you account someone changing their lifestyle on a whim?”

Realizing he was becoming argumentative Krusolis clutched Sarah's hand and took slow steady breaths.

“Father, what matters most to me is Sarah; from her well-being, happiness and security. Every day I see her face and I know I've made the right decision my asking for her hand.”

The Father was observing Krusolis very carefully; he was also observing Sarah's reaction. Sarah was still silently beside herself, she couldn't believe what was being said. However, she remained silent. Father Ballentide listened to Krusol, even when he went defensive. He folded his hands once again and leaned fowards.

“Krusolis, my boy, if you had come to me when both of you had first began courting it may have changed the situation. I am pleased that she has made changes and you have made changes out of love for each other. You both seem very, very content, but I cannot condone such haste without knowing you both truly value each other. That will take some time.”

He frowned as he bowed his head.

“I am sorry Krusolis, I cannot approve of this.”

He pleaded his case and quickly became clear that the man would not budge on his stance. Krusol's leg had been bouncing the entire conversation and must have been a way for him to release some frustration without making a fool of himself. Coming to grips with the news sent his hand squeezing atop Sarah's. Jaw clenched firmly for a split second then again he released a slow measured breath. Retaking his polite stature he forced up a smile and dipped his chin.

“If that is the way you see it.”

Surely this did not turn out the way he expected it and for Sarah she must be heartbroken. Rising up from his seat and assisting Sarah when she raised Krusol bit his tongue again and swallowed more pride than accustomed. Inner clockworks were steps ahead and already running through other scenarios.

”Have a pleasant afternoon, Father.”

Sarah was very frozen; her eyes were welling with tears. She nodded to the father with bleary eyes, droplets of tears beginning to stream down her cheeks.

“Thank you sir, for s—“

Her hands were brought to her lips, sobs left her, and she stared towards the father before looking to Krusol. Her head shook and she stepped on towards the door and out, she didn't want him to see her like this, so broken. It was amazing how quickly she had made it out of the chapel and to the house. Once in the security of their home was arrived, she found their bed and sank into its sheets so that she could sob and weep to her heart's content.

"Oh, dear child. Bless her."

Father Ballentide made a subtle gesture as Sarah made haste for the door. Krusolis had some parting words for the Father but tucked them neatly into the back of his mind.

“Please, Father.”

Long hurried strides carried him out shortly after, but surprised to see Sarah nowhere in sight. Now he was wishing he hadn't gone in with such high expectations just to have them come crashing down around his feet. At every corner he checked around for Sarah and quickly becoming worried. Having no other places to go Krusol set about as quickly as legs could carry him. The front door swung open and his voice carried through the small quarters.

“Sarah!?”

He went silent waiting for a response. The muffled sobs cut right through his chest and his expression darkened. Following the sounds brought him to seat beside her. Fingers brushing along her head.

“Sarah?”

No words could describe the grief she felt. Slowly, and once he'd combed his fingers through her hair, she slid into his embrace weather he offered it or not. Both arms looped around his torso and she sobbed, burying her face into his chest. Grief field and lost, Sarah managed to sink into his embrace without uttering a word. Tears stained at his pin striped shirt and she trembled against him. Eventually however, he would feel her sobs cease, her frame melting against him. If he checked, he'd find she'd exhausted herself. Resting softly against him, although broken, Sarah sat there, cobalt hues staring towards his shirt. Sniffling a little and about to speak, a knock at the door stopped her.

A soft uttered 'shh' as he cradled her dearly. Krusol's chest ached at the sight her so shattered. Doing everything in his power to console and calm the tears. Arms flexed and hands gingerly stroked her back and arms. He nestled his face into ther crown of her head where and endless string of kisses ensued.

“Let it all out, Dove. I'm not going to roll over and let that be the end of it.”
The unexpected knock startled him, but he showed no signs of letting go. The knocking persisted still and he groaned.

”Should I tell them to leave?”

He was asking Sarah knowing she needed him more than anyone at the door.

Sarah nodded her head softly at his question, her frame shifting to allow him to stand. Sniffling softly, her hands pressed to her eyes and wiped the tears away. Cobalt hues lowered to her hands and she motioned him to the door. Once again there was a knock on the door, a soft hammering to be honest.

“Krusolis The Evergreen, I have a letter for you from Cardinal Willow!”

Untangling himself from Sarah and plodding through the hall. Clearly aggravated when he pushed the latch and jerked the door open. Rule of civility is to never kill the messenger, but nowhere did it state that you had to be nice.

”Wh-- A message from. .?”

Cold emerald eyes pinned the man with an unforgiving glare. The missive was handed over quickly while at the same time said messenger backed away.

"Ye--Yes sir. Cardinal Willow."

Glare went from man to paper and back again.

”That was quick. What, did they already put it in writing and send copies to the magistrate as well?”

Krusol gruffed as he towered in the doorway. The young man wide-eyed and frightened raised his hands in defense as he continued his retreat.
"I don't know, sir. I was just sent to deliver this."

Krusol offered no apology or did his expression soften. Instead, the door swung shut just as harshly as it was opened. Unlike the previous letter he had no hesitate in breaking the seal as he marched back to the bedroom.

“We got another letter, Dove. This one is from a Cardinal Willow. How sweet.”

Sarcasm swirled around his words as he stopped to read.

Sarah had curled up on the bed, arms hugging her knees while he moved for the door and back again. Her head propped on her knees, her chin resting and her cheeks tear strained. A soft sniffle was leaving her as she mused.

”Oh well then... Let's have at it. Let's see what kind of insult and injury they intend to deliver now.”

Sarah sniffled a little as her eyes bubbled and threatened to tear over. She looked to the letter then to him. Silently she waited whatever was written on that paper to be re-read to her aloud. The letter once opened would read:

To Krusolis, The Evergreen and his betrothed Miss. Sarah Matthews of Rhy'din,

I must apologize in full for Father Ballentide who was acting as I directed. I am afraid I wanted to see if the sentiment was genuine, I meant no ill will towards you and your intended. The grief I caused you both was intended. So, I will be brief with this letter. I Cardinal Joseph Willow give full blessing to Krusolis, The Evergreen and Miss Sarah Matthews of Rhy'din in regard to their nuptials. A signed and sealed letter has been sent to the magistrate. Congratulations.
~Cardinal Joseph Willow.

The sour mood Krusol was in he only wanted to read in once. Repeating line by line just as he read them.

“To Krusolis, the Evergreen and his betrothed Miss. Sarah Matthews of Rhy'din, I must apologize in full for Father Ballentide who was acting as I directed.”

He snorted while critiquing the letter.

“So it wouldn't have mattered what we said their mind was made before we set foot in the door.”

Deep breath he and pressed on as much as he wanted to toss the letter over flames.

“I am afraid I wanted to see if the sentiment was genuine, I meant no ill will towards you and your intended.”

A glance to Sarah now as Krusol moved to seat heavily atop mattress. Features still a tightly clenched scowl.

“The grief I caused you both was intended. So, I will be brief with this letter. I Cardinal Joseph Willow give full blessing to Krusolis, the Evergreen and Miss Sarah Matthews of Rhy-din in regard to—“

Purposefully slowing now as he felt the words sinking in. All sense of anger washing away as he read that aloud.

“Their nuptials. A signed and sealed letter has been sent to the Magistrate. Con—Congratulations.”

Stunned silence overtaking his vocal chords. He sat there in disbelief.

Once Krusol had read the letter, Sarah sat there, blinking. She snagged the letter from his hand and read it, eyes a bit wide in surprise. She shifted, rose upwards, and murmured out to him with a shakey voice.

“It was all a test?” Sarah turned on her feet, her gaze turning towards him while she pursed her lips. She studied him while standing before him.

“Does... Does Thamasa get off on sick pranks or something?!”

She didn't know if she should be leaping up and down in joy or... livid.
Blinking as the letter was snatched from his grasp. Krusol was left shaking his head and drilling a hole in the floor with his gaze. His chest was pounding and head swimming around the details. Finally lifting his eyes to fixate on Sarah he could only shrug.

“I've never known the church to take such measures.”

That look she gave him made the hairs on his neck stand on end. Was she blaming him? Terrified she might take a swing he leaned away just in case. There came a shaky chuckle.

“At any rate they got us good.”

It was time to opt for one or the other at this point. Sarah had debated, granted, not painfully, rather swiftly actually. She set the letter aside as she moved back onto the bed and into his embrace. Her cheeks were moist still from the tears, however, she was certain that was all over. Leaning forwards, she kissed his lips and mused to him.

“Does that letter mean that we're getting married?”

She tangled her fingers through his hair.

In the back of his mind he was screaming, "This is how I die!" as Sarah drew near. Eyes closed to accept his fate, but no bodily harm came. Relief set in as her arms coiled around his body and he emulated the gesture. Gladly returning the kiss.

“That's what the letter said. We have blessings from the church. Being how quickly the letter arrived here I'm sure the magistrate already has his as well.”

Cooing and nuzzling into her hand.

“We should celebrate or something.”

Smiling softly, Sarah caressed his cheek gently and wrapped her arms around him. Brows rose upwards and her head tilted to the side, she nuzzled him a moment after as she thought.

“You did want to treat ourselves to lunch, what did you have in mind?”
She sat back, tangled her fingers so much in his hair that it knotted for a moment, then glanced back towards the letter.

“I think they sent it so fast to keep from witnessing my wrath.”

On cue there came a grumble of protest from deep inside his gut. Krusol chuckled.

“It knows we’re talking about food. Hrmm, on a cool day today a nice warm bowl of soup would hit the spot. More specifically, clam chowder.”

Another fit of tummy rumbles at his choice. Features soften as he catches sight of drying tear streams on her face. He didn't know what overcame him at that moment but he licked his thumb and wiped at either cheek.

“And you've been cooking such wonderful meals you deserve some time off.”

“I don't mind cooking for the man I love. If you—“

She blinked as he wiped the lines of tears along her cheek. She sniffled again, her cheeks pink. A soft blush rose on her cheeks as her gaze lowered to his hand, she softly kissed at his palm.

”I... I'm sorry that you had to see me like this.”

She sighed, her hand moving to cup the hand that cleaned her face. At the thought of a bit of time off, she grinned to him.

“Oh, if I were to really be treated... you'd make something for me.”

All that frustration and anger he felt moments ago faded. It would be replaced by that cherished warm sensation he felt every time Sarah smiled, laughed or even looked him in the eye.

“Don't apologize. You reacted appropriately to terrible news. That we now know was a hoax.”

Krusol emphasized hoax with a delicate kiss to cheek. Brows rocketed up at the thought of him preparing a meal for her. A big, bright smile and a sparkle in emeralds.

“I can certainly do that. What would the future Mrs. Evergreen desire, hmm?”

When he said that, a smile blossomed on her lips that was brighter than ever before. Sarah shifted and wrapped herself up in him, showering his face with gentle kisses as she laughed.

“Krusol, my love, you must say that again.”

She showered him further with kisses before murmuring out to him.
“I would like chicken stew... or soup. It sounds warm and delighting.”
Sarah released him while she murmured out to him.

“Would you like help, my future husband?”

It was difficult to utter a word from her lips riddling his face with kisses and the laughter that accompanied it. Yet, somehow he got the words out along with short gasps for air.

“Future. Missus. Evergreen.”

In such a sultry, smoky tone could only lead to further affection. So, while he had the chance he made his getaway. Fast as a bolt he’s moving to the hall. Stopping only to lurk at entrance of the kitchen.

“Nope!”

No sooner did he disappear behind wall were pots and pans clattering. Set about filling the stew pot with water to start the broth. Then knife and cutting board for diced vegetables. More rummaging sounds as it was the icebox's turn for ravaging; taking out several carrots, potatoes and celery.
Sarah came out of the room and into the door, her frame leaning against the frame. Both arms folded over her chest while she watched him, legs folding. Her fingers stroked over the brown dress, tracing over the fabric's design. Red hair fell from its bun once again and fell over her shoulder in a braid. Her smile was soft and sweet.

“How many children do you want? If not three as Rachael says.”

Sarah must had this planned somehow as lucky for him there was chicken already in the icebox. Clutching the raw chicken by the drumsticks he steps back and froze. Poor chicken dangling as he set emeralds on her.

“Three would be nice, though I might settle for two. But, that means Rah-cael would just have to give me more grandchildren to compensate.”

Bushy grin and he wiggled the chicken. Krusol made soft pleas for mercy as he dropped the featherless bird into a deep pan and began seasoning with salt and pepper. Was it making it obvious he was a happy man? If not then a round of cheerful humming while washing hands then stuffing the still pleading chicken into heated oven.

“Ah ha, so you do want three?”

Her fingers shook a little as she teased him. She leaned back and rested her head against the door. A soft sigh left her and her fingers tapped at the wood. She kept her distance, remaining for the most part out of his way and keeping to as little distraction as she could. However, she couldn't help fighting back her next question.

“How many boys?”

Her head tilted a little.

Krusol was busy peeling the potatoes while keeping close watch on now steaming water. He flicked a sliver of skin at Sarah at the scolding finger waggle.

”Sarah, I don't care how many children or their gender. I will love them just as I love you. But, I will spoil them much better than you so they'll all be daddy's boy or girl.”

A stern nod and harrumph added as another potato lost its skin. Those clichés about peeling potatoes in the military must be true because he was going through them like butter. Next came the carrots and celery, cleaning each before dicing into quarter inch sections.

“Darn, I was going to make them fear your wrath and spoil them senseless. I fear our children might be little brats.”

Sarah grinned to him, her eyes scanning him as she trailed her fingers over the door frame once again. She shifted on her feet and moved beside him, a spoon dipping into the water and stirring. Her smile blossomed as she mused to him.

“I want one girl.”

While she stirred he dumped the diced vegetables in then added the chopped potatoes. He stopped there and leaned against the counter with a hand on his hip.

“That could work. How about we agree to you spoiling them seventy five percent and I get the twenty five. You're going to have to work hard to make them fear my wrath, though.”

It was an honest warning. The thought of their little eyes tearing up after Sarah threatening to tell Papa about what they did had him helpless already,
”One girl so long as she gets your looks.”

Stealing away a smooch to her cheek before Krusol disposed of the waste. With chicken in the oven and the stock steaming all that was left ready the thickener. That would include a little flour, milk and creamy soup. Setting them up in a pot and stirring away the lumps.

“If she had my looks, it means several scoundrels would be after her, just like you, my dear.”

She looked to him, cobalt gaze turning towards him. Biting her lip softly she murmured out to him.

“There is another thing, I don't know how it will happen, or if it will.”

Sarah took a bit of carrot up and nibbled at it before it could escape to the pot. She made her way towards the door way again before she answered him.

“Our children could have a gift like mine.”

She glanced to him.

“And change their shape as I do.”

“What did you call me?”

Preparations were done. Now it was a waiting game for the chicken to roast and the veggies to soften. There was a dangerous gleam in emerald eyes as he approached.

“A scoundrel was it? Would a scoundrel make his beloved dinner?”

Halting just shy of arms reach as he rocked on balls of his feet.

“If she's as smart as you she'll know better than to associate with boys of that character. Or—“

He went to pat his hip where the broadsword would be. Glancing down at his belt sans broadsword. That certainly deflated his argument.
“If that happens then I will feel just as blessed.”

Watching him pat his hip she managed to giggle softly, grinning softly. She leaned back, her cobalt hues admiring the way he stood there so proudly. Musing warmly, Sarah brightened.

“I believe you won't let our children stray. There might just even be a knight in one of our sons, or a humble wood carver. Either way. Three children.”
She stroked her fingers over her chin, stroking softly as she muses.
”We're going to need a bigger home eventually.”

That had him thinking now. Gaze drifting over the modest walls and simple layout.

“You are right. Truthfully, this was built for one and two makes it cozy.”
Turning an about face and checking over his pots. Spoon swirled in the thickening mixture before adding it to the base stock. There he mixed thoroughly until evenly separated and resealed the pot. The chicken was coming along nicely and would have to be monitored until it was fully cooked.

“Would you like me, a humble work carver to build us a grand home?”
He couldn't be considered such just yet. At least not until his retirement had returned and discharge signed.

Sarah's head tilted at the option, her arms folding over her chest. She studied him, her cobalts admiring him in the fullest from head to toe. Drawing in a simple breath, she answered him softly.

“Depends on what my humble Lion has in mind for a grand home.”
She shifted a little, her hands moving to remove her heels.

He wouldn't answer until the scalding hot pan with the chicken was safely out of protected hand. Lid to the pot removed and Krusol carved the meat right then and there. Each slice dropped into the bubbling stew to simmer for a little while longer.

“I was thinking three, possibly four rooms... for when the kids get to that age where privacy is next to godliness. Two bathrooms, a spacious family room for games and story time. It will have a kitchen to--Ow!”

Goodness the chicken was hot! Shaking out a finger that stayed a second too long in the transfer process.

“To die for so my lovely wife can prepare meals and her clumsy husband can try to help. It will have to have two levels so in the evening we can sit in the family room and hear the thumping feet of children who are supposed to be in bed.”

Sarah chuckled as she took his poor hand in her own and brought his finger to her lips. She pressed a soft kiss to the burn as she smiled to him. Her gaze was tender and loving, her fingers lacing with his hand. She gave a gentle suckle to his finger, to stop the sting of the burn of course, before she murmured to him.

“Mmm, is that so? What will the master suit be like?”

Her head tilted to the side as she looked up to him. The aroma of the food causing her stomach to rumble hungrily.

A sweet smile crossed Krusol’s lips from doting care given to his finger. He went blank for a tick as he got lost in the sparkle of deep blue eyes. It wasn't until a blink broke the trance that he was jerked back to reality.

“That, my Dove, will be fit for a king and his queen. It'll have plenty of room to house all the pretty dresses he so loves to see her in. A washroom to so she can tend to her every beauty need. Not that she needs any.”

A faux cough and saucy wink in turn. He stirred the pot blindly until he felt the proper amount of resistance. Then he knew tonight’s meal was done.
“A soft place to rest her weary head and plenty of light from windows to welcome the morning.”

Stepping forwards, her hand pressed to his chest. Sarah leaned forwards, her lips pressing to his while her fingers tangled in his hair. When all was said, she pondered it and murmured out to him ever so sweetly.

“So long as there's a room, where my King can study and read to his heart's content, and in the warm summers, we can sit on a swing and watch our children play under our trees.”

She said softly, gaze turning towards his emeralds.

“Were your eyes always so green?”

Krusol savored every second her lips met his. Sneaky arm went to slither around her body and pressed her close. Lids giving way to bright emerald eyes to drink in the vision before him.

“That room was already covered. My domain will be the family room where I can cuddle up to my wife and enjoy her company.”

Before his imagination could run rampant a second time Krusol inched away to procure bowls and spoons for each. Ladeling out portions of the stew into each bowl. Then he fixed her with a questioning look.

“To my knowledge yes. Why? Do they change?”

Suddenly self-conscious about his eyes. He's never known them to change color.

“No, it's not that. I can change my eye color, you know. But I've only been able to do it twice, it's very hard, so I stick with the hue that comes easiest.”

She admitted.

“I was just wondering how it was you got your magic and if it affected you in any way that could be removed from you if you do get to resign.”

Sarah was unsure that was even how it worked, but she couldn't be certain. Biting her lip softly, she took lean once again against the door frame and exhaled. Her fingers traced against the door frame and she murmured out to him.

“I'm just wondering if I should expect some significant change once you're no longer a knight.”

Dipping each spoon into respective bowl he took the two by lip and transferred them to table. Guiding out the chair he intended for Sarah he watched her timid moves to questioning.

“You are full of important questions today.”

Closing the gap between the two he slipped his hand into hers. Gentle urging to the chair.

“I am not sure you noticed, but without my weapon I have no magical ability. Aside from what the Court Knights are bestowed with their sword I am a simple as they come.”

Part of him wanted to fetch the blade now. Krusolis felt confident enough to explain the workings himself. Gliding down into his own chair adjacent to Sarah.

“A Mage Knight’s weapon is his power and only he can call upon the children of Atma. Each gem embedded in our swords calls upon a different entity.”

“What entity is yours? Will they take your sword when you retire?”

She was a bit worried that he was going to lose a livelihood. Chewing on her bottom lip for a moment, she murmured out to him softly.

“Are you sure you want to retire for me? I would love you no matter the choice, but I don't want you to surrender a piece of you for me. I love you no matter what.

Biting her lip softly, she drew in a weak breath and turned to the stew steaming on the table. She took up her spoon and swirled the contents in the bowl nervously.

While she was preoccupied with her worries Krusol had already scooped a spoonful or seven into his mouth. It wasn't until she raised the question of his choice to retire that he responded. The others would find their place.

“Yes, I am resolute in my choice to turn my focus from training young men to becoming a loving husband and with hope a father.”

Dipping into the stew again for a slurp. Though eyes never parting with Sarah.

“A MageKnight wields all the kin of Atma. Her lover, Gigas, their sons and daughters Ifrit, Ultros and Shiva and more. Atma created them all. To each family member she bestowed her power unto them. Do not stress yourself if they will take my sword. I am only resigning my rank within the Corps. My abilities will forever defend my home. My wife.”

“You will not be alone in defending our home Krusol.”

Sarah said as she smiled to him. She took a slurp of the stew in turn, savoring its warmth while she sank a bit into her chair. A soft and content sigh left her as she murmured to him gently.

“We're going to be married in a few days, then you'll really be subjected to a ball and chain. Don't get cold feet either dear, because I'm sure once everything is said and done, we'll be embarking on a whole new adventure.”
She paused as her gaze flickered back to him.

“I think I'd want to live in the country side, or perhaps we could live in Rhy'din, by the portal. It's your choice, I do love either option. I could see you being a defender of the portal.”

Smiling to him fondly.

Leaning aside to rest shoulder to shoulder. He felt much better knowing that Sarah was at his side through any adversity. His reply could barely be considered a whisper but breath was behind those words.

“Thank you.”

Delving back into warm stew and chewing the hodge-podge of meat and vegetables. A cheek splitting smile firmly affixed to features.

“A ball and chain? You mean to take me prisoner?”

Mention of cold feet aptly suited to the situation now. He was only playing with her words and inciting a reaction. Whatever lean closer he'd taken quickly withdrawn. As much as he tried to maintain the shocked expression the idea of becoming ward to Thamasa's portal intrigued him.

“Go on.”

Spoon clinking to bowl as the stew was rapidly dwindling.

“Thamasa clearly wishes to stay hidden right?”

Sarah turned her gaze to him as she bit her lip.

“Well what if you spoke to Redwood about instead of retiring, defending the portal and protecting Thamasa's secret. I mean they were very wary of me; perhaps they would welcome a gate keeper, so to speak.”

She took another slurp of her stew and leaned back, her smile soft as she murmured.

“Perhaps if I showed my ability they'd welcome the offering of two capable guards of the portal.”

His jovial remark clearly sailed overhead. A shame too, he could've have further made a muck of things. The main point remained and had him in serious contemplation. So much so that he scooted to the edge of chair with hand stroking at lenghty whiskers.

“You are correct again, Dove.”

Lids narrowed in a squint.

”But our family? Would you be willing to subject them to the rigors of duty such as this? The threat of manipulation or at worst attack being a frontline defense to a place you barely know?”

As much as he hated to dredge up the past it had to hold weight.

“A place that ridiculed you?”

Sarah paused in thought of what was said before she considered what exactly to say to that remark. Her fingers twisted and tangled through her hair before she spoke again.

“Yes. I would defend your home, but to subject our children and their childhood, no I would not do that.”

Her head shook softly and she spoke out to him.

“I would not risk their safety if I didn't think that the pair of us would so willingly defend them and Thamasa all the same. Make no mind of my priorities. I would defend you or our children before defending Thamasa.”
Sarah started at him and blue hues studied him for a reaction.

Her honesty begot a solid nod and warm smile.

“And I would not subject my love nor my children to such possibility.”
Which begged the answer he dearly wished to answer.

“If given the chance I would leave it all. For the peaceful countryside you speak of. I love my home, but it is not our home. A place where we are free to be our own. “

By now his spoon was only scraping remnants of the stew. He spared a look away from brilliant blues to her bowl. Sarah had not touched it in some time so he took it upon himself to gather up the dishes. His mess in the kitchen was his to clean.

Sarah took her time to finish her meal and take a few bites while she could. Once he was done gathering the dishes and her bowl was clean, she moved to join him. Sarah stopped beside him and murmured out to him gently.

“I believe this choice is ours, not one or the other.”

She leaned against the sink and studied him curiously. She rested her head against his shoulder as she murmured.

“I want to live a simple and loving life with you Krusol, but do you? Because if you do, I will do what I can to give you the home of our dreams.”

Sarah glanced to him, cobalt hues alight with curiosity. She traced his arm and mused.

“Before our first child is born. Although we're not in a hurry either way.”
Diligently scrubbing away at the bowls, utensils and other items used to make their meal. More motion in his eyes than scant turn of neck to find Sarah at his side. Rarely did he recant, but now did the words ring true.

“Maybe it could be my last stand. To become guardian of Thamasa until our first born.”

Soapy hands would only spoil her dress but those repercussions would be dealt with later. He took Sarah by the waist and drew her close. Emeralds held an interminable sadness at eventually leaving, but he knew it was for the best.

“Then we live our days away from everything.”

Both hands moved to cup his cheeks as she murmured lovingly to him.
“My dearest Krusol, if it's one thing I've learned, when one tries to live removed from everything, everything seems to find them. “

She gave him a loving smile, her lips pressing to his and her brow resting against his own shortly after. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered.

“We can, my dear, with any hope, try to give our children a wonderful and loving life.”

She gazed in his eyes and reassured.

“Perhaps you could train the next guardian of the portal, reassure Thamasa that their secret will be well kept, and then when you wish, we will go where our hearts take us. We have the option of two worlds love, Rhy'din or Thamasa, my home is and always will be at your side no matter where we go.”

(edited splendidly by Krusolis-player. Thank you.)