Closed Dinner with the Windchasers

[Fallan Windchaser]

The stroke of her fingers caused his eyes to hood slightly even as he twitched again, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards and pulled her in to him more firmly.

”Privacy yes,” The thought of privacy was enticing for a reason he’d never really considered before. He’d grown up in the Pavilions and knew what the limits of that were and knew what was ignored and what was not, but it was new to him to share the intimacy that he had with Tay with them. He was jealous of the time that he had to share with them and annoyed by the background thoughts which ran in his mind as to what some in the Pavilion might be thinking and of what judgements they might make of him and rather more freshly in annoyance what judgements that they might make of Tay.

He tried to allow the tension to wash out of him, recalling the lessons that his father had taught him about the ways of meditating, of the changes necessary to achieve that state of mind which allowed access to the Web. He upturned the tension in his mind, allowing it to spill over and drain down into the earth.

”Need better tent,” he said musingly, considering the winter ahead where they might want to give shelter to the horses as well as themselves. Of course it need not be a different tent but he thought it likely that it would be easier to try and sell this one and buy another than to have this one modified. A bigger tent though moved them towards needing a way to carry it and that potentially changed everything. Perhaps though all the time they stayed with the city it might be possible to rely on the Clan for assistance when the weather got worse.

He sighed and held her, losing himself in the moment where it was just the two of them and there was no need to consider the needs and wants of others. Just for the moment this was what he wanted and he dreamt of what it might be where she felt for him as much as he did for her.

[Taylani]

A gasp is issued from her lips when he pulled her more firmly against him, a surprised sound that didn't display a bit of displeasure. On the contrary, the idea that her fingers trailing along his flesh could pull a reaction from him sent a thrill of pleasure through her. Gave her just a little bit of power that she had not had this entire season. The sorrow of the knowledge that his family disproved in some way of her presence, the annoyance of how they had spoken to him, but most of all the shame and humiliation that she had lived with their entire time together needed to be erased.

Even as he mused about a new tent, she shifted in his arms, not moving away but simply aligning herself to fit against him fully. Allowing her hands to slide from around his neck, over his shoulders and down his chest. Her touch was still not as confident as his, cooperative love making was still new to her but there was a new sense of exploration. Instead of hesitant shy touches, her fingers slipped beneath his shirt, pulling the fabric up out of the way with a clear purpose. "I am sorry that things have not worked out easily for you Fallan. I agree that we need to plan for what we can do outside of your families pavilion, because even in Syliras things were not obtained easily." She smiled as her hands slide over his bare stomach around his sides, and then finally along his back. Her fingers curling just slightly to rake without damaging across his back. With each touch, she watched for his reaction.

"But for now.. now we need to start our own paths. To begin anew, and to re-write our beginning." When she finished speaking, still her tones are low and hushed so that they are for his ears and his ears alone, her hands flatten against his back and she raised to plant a kiss on his lips. She couldn't promise him love and heart, but she could promise him warmth and pleasure. Perhaps the previous two would follow the latter.

[Fallan Windchaser]

Concerns for the future were hard to keep in mind whilst he had Tay in his arms, especially when she was actively teasing him; a boldness which in itself was worth the price of concern that he had done the right thing.

Her body simply felt right against him, a sign perhaps that the gods approved even if his family did not. Her words gave him pause for thought as he considered something of how what had happened might have appeared to her, though he did not spend too much time in thought as her fingers were distracting and it was proving entirely too hard to retain a specific thread of thought when his body twitched from the touch of her nails against his skin. The touch of her lips still tingled against his when he spoke to answer her.

"Family old tale," he whispered into her ear. "Not change minds easily. Many time Leth must pass over before his wisdom soften thought." It was for Fallan something of an abstract thought to have attempted to put into Common but he was pleased that it went well enough. He could only hope that his words would prove the truth and his families scepticism would not win out.

Her words has wisdom and he acknowledged that with a kiss softly against her lips, his arms tightening just a little as though he cradled something precious. "New start, new life," he agreed, applying the words as much to himself as they were undoubtedly true for her. His old ways needed to be put aside for he had taken responsibility now, as his sister had cautioned and had set his feet upon the path that might well lead to being Ankal if only for his own small pavilion.

[Elysium]

Fallan

Experience
Rhetoric +4
Observation +2
Socialization +2

Lore
How to Free a Slave
How to Propose Marriage

Notes
This was a very sweet thread. It is a shame that Taylani is gone. I know you put a lot of effort into their relationship. If you have any questions, feel free to let me know.

and so, the journey continues...