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Post by Ziya on Jan 13, 2019 17:08:10 GMT -5
At Éirín's stubborn decision Rand could only sigh. In truth he had half expected it to go this way, but he had hoped she would see reason. "Very well then." A large weave of Hardened Air encased her from head to toe, immobilizing her before picking her up and dropping her into the chair. An instant later her legs were bound to it, though she likely couldn't move anyhow, and for good measure he wove Spirit into a shield and, after a little thought, combining the magic of this world in the hopes of having it apply to that before sliding it home.
Picking up the bowl, Rand held it out to her. "You'd starve before the morning without this, but I'll not feed you like a babe or invalid." His smile had hints of smugness as he manipulated the weave to force her hands to take the bowl and spoon. "You'll be feeding yourself."
Through the weaves binding her Rand manipulated Éirín like a puppet into eating, going so far as to force her to chew before blocking her nose and preventing her from spitting it out. "The one thing I cannot do is make you swallow. You can do it yourself or pass out, at which point you'll swallow and I'll get the rest down you before you wake up. The choice is yours."
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Post by Conrí on Jan 13, 2019 18:12:47 GMT -5
Éirín's eyes went wide. No matter how much she struggled or cursed--she decided to throw out some of the ones he had said for good measure--she found herself seated in a chair very much against her will. Her eyes were aflame, and she made sure they never left Rand's now. She even growled and bit at him, especially after he smiled at her so smugly as she was forced to take her bowl and the spoon. "Burn you, bleedin' R--" A spoonful of stew entered her mouth, and, try as she might, she couldn't spit it at him, or breathe, and so, with a glare that would have passed for the judgement of death, she forced herself to swallow, but only when she started to feel dizzy.
The wolf girl's eyes glimmered with a faint hope, but, it quickly faded when she realised that she couldn't use her magic. She pushed her rage into her aura and out to the stupid farm boy, who seemed to be enjoying this spectacle. "When I bleedin' get ou--" Another spoonful. Again, she only swallowed when she was dizzy. The flame never left her eyes, though, and the dizziness gave her something of an idea.
But, she quickly decided against it, because even if she managed to break free, where would she go? Besides, the man had literally hunted her down a good ways into the Maw. She growled a little. "Mother's milk in a cup! Is this how you treat a--" Third spoonful and the exact same result as before. Her mind raced, and she felt herself calling out to Fen, of all entities for a favor, but, her brother's overgrown white sheepdog of a spirit summon simply said he would not participate in that kind of activity, warned her that her sheepdog of a brother was occupied with Jason and chortled at her!
Éirín still didn't budge, even though a flash of the Fool entered her head. "Farm boy, I ha--" She'd noticed a pause there, as though he was listening for something perhaps. Her rage had been too clear there, but, for once, she swallowed before she got lightheaded. Only because he'd stopped her from saying something she would have regretted. That was the only reason why, and she made certain the glance she gave him made that evident.
In this manner of spitting out insults, or near enough, and swallowing the food only when she absolutely had to, the wolf girl literally choked down a bowl of stew. Her stomach growled, and, much to her chagrin another bowl filled with stew entered her hands. A whimper echoed in the tent. When she looked at Rand, instead of him, she saw her mother, gently soothing her. Explaining that this was for her own good and meaning it. Her mother had not once intentionally hurt her, even when some of her actions seemed otherwise harsh. Instead of a spoonful of stew, the cup of tea was brought to her lips, and the priestess drained it willingly. The fire in her eyes finally lessened in their intensity. Child, it's time to let go of it. Let go of the pain. Surely, you can see what he's trying to do, because I refuse to train idiot pups.
As Éiriú spoke to her, Éirín lowered her head for a moment. The next spoonful still hadn't come, and she started to wonder if Rand had fallen asleep, but, when she looked at him, he was simply watching her. Closely, but, watching her all the same. "Under the Light, I swear that I will feed meself this bowl of stew, without complaint." She licked her lips and added, "By the Light and by Éiriú, I swear to explain myself to you as your...equal...from now on, on the grave of my mother, the late Queen of Tir Tairngire." The wolf girl knew just how binding she had made her oaths, and she would not try to get out of them. But, she still started to cry, and, she had been doing it enough lately that she wondered if she would ever stop. "Your stew reminds me of my mother." Her words came out hoarsely, because of all the screaming earlier.
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Post by Ziya on Jan 13, 2019 18:35:07 GMT -5
Rand dutifully forced her to eat, each spoonful only coming after a chance to end it. He took no pleasure from the task, though he did hope that she would eventually come around, else he'd be forced to release her and likely ruin any hope of a future between them.
When she finally began to cooperate he hesitated, praying that she had finally regained her senses. Those prayers were answered, and he didn't care that he had no idea who Éiriú was, nor that she hadn't sworn to not retaliate. The instant she finished the oaths he released her, both physically and magically, and moved the empty cup to be refilled with a spoonful of honey for her throat.
Meanwhile he moved beside her again, gently wiping her tears before leaning in to kiss her forehead before looking her in the eyes. "It's actually my mother's recipe. I'm sorry that I had to do that, and I swear it was that or watch you starve to death overnight, else I wouldn't have dared. I swear by the Light and my hope of salvation and rebirth to treat you as an equal as well, though I have done nothing but since we met." He meant that as well, including what had just transpired. Had he acted the fool like that around Elayne or Aviendha they would have done the very same thing to him.
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Post by Conrí on Jan 13, 2019 19:10:44 GMT -5
Éirín didn't say anything for a minute or two. She moved her fingers and flexed her hands before moving her feet slightly. Even though she could move of her own accord now, she stayed seated where she was out of fear that she would just fall over if she attempted to stand up. Though she had felt the weird barrier fall away from her, she still made sure she could use her magic by floating the cup with honey in it over to her lips. Satisfied, she took it in shaky hands and tipped the cup up slowly, letting the honey coat her throat. Her silence persisted, but all of the screaming in her head had dulled to a chorus of hushed growls.
Another whimper echoed in the tent when Rand moved toward her and kissed her forehead. Nothing seemed to register much after that, other than the fact that she leaned forward from pure exhaustion. Maybe she had been stupid to put up a fight for that long, but, she needed him to know that she wasn't a common lap dog. But, there are ways to say that now. We are equals. If I can find the words...then... Words still didn't come, only more tears, which made the wolf girl growl in rage. Slowly, she shook her head, but not out of shame or embarrassment. Out of frustration. Gods, I'm sick of it all," she finally murmured into Rand's shirt. Admitting that only made her cry harder, especially when she heard Rand's explanation for the stew, his apology, and his oath. "I didn't want to die. I just simply didn't know." Her voice was still low, but she didn't apologise unnecessarily or mention a penance. Instead, she breathed in Rand's scent and allowed that to calm her.
Once she had collected herself, she moved back in the chair and looked at Rand. He had a point. He had done nothing but treat her with dignity and respect, and yet she had...the ugly screaming returned, and she cupped her hands over her ears. If she was going to have any chance of this, of what she really wanted, then she had to not just fight this, but to also tell Rand what was going on. A critical question sprung up in her mind, and it was out of her mouth for once instead of shoved down into the depths of her heart. "After all of that...after everything I've done to you, how can you kiss me?" When the question was out, some of the screaming in her head stopped, but only some. "I don't... She kept shaking her head back and forth, and the priestess wondered if the farm boy thought she'd gone insane. "The truth is..."
No, that's going to be the lie... Her thoughts pushed harder against her words than they had against the negative thoughts, so, maybe, if she kept voicing her misconceptions, she could win.
"That I don't..."
That I do... Determination welled up in her, and she finally seemed to see a way forward from this.
"Deserve to be with you." Her voice and her thoughts had aligned, but, her thoughts had told her something different from her words. Her hands slipped away from her ears, and her head stopped shaking, but, her body trembled. If all of the retaliating earlier hadn't drained her enough, this made Éirín slump forward in her chair and nearly fall to the ground.
The wolf girl took stock of what she had said and what she had thought, and tried to find a way to explain it to the man in front of her. "I know...what I said isn't true, but..." she tapped her temple with her forefinger, "In here, my truths and my hopes constantly clash with my lies and criticisms. And, I just want it to stop."
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Post by Ziya on Jan 14, 2019 15:13:46 GMT -5
Dimly Rand wished that he had studied more of Nemene Damendar Boann's books back in his previous life. She may have been a sadist and one of the cruelest Forsaken, but he couldn't deny her knowledge of the human mind. All he could do was address what she said as she said it and hope he helped somehow. So, when she asked how he could kiss her his answer was simple.
"Because you haven't done as much as you think, and I wanted to."
He knew that a weave had existed that detected lies, but for once he didn't wish he knew it as he recognized the falsehood before Éirín even clarified it. He still nodded in understanding when she did, of course. After all, it wasn't her fault that those thoughts were in her mind. That much he did know. Hugging her gently, he did his best to convey his understanding. "I'm fairly sure I know exactly what you mean. The memories of my past life spent the majority of the first two years after I got them as my past life, constantly arguing with me and trying to take over."
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Post by Conrí on Jan 14, 2019 16:06:34 GMT -5
After Rand hugged her, Éirín forced herself to finish sliding down to the floor, as pushing her way back up into her chair was too tiring. She was careful with her stew and managed to not spill it. True to her first oath, she ate without complaining once. She decided that it was nice to feel understood by someone else. To be accepted as she was, screaming thoughts and all. Still, that just made her contemplate how she had been acting further. Her gaze switched from Rand to her stew and back to Rand. She nodded slightly and just managed to crawl over to him, though her head still felt like it was wrapped in a wool blanket. A sigh hung in the air, followed by light clinks of her spoon against the bowl.
He really is okay with me. I think, maybe, I can be better. She found herself staring and smiling at the red haired man. I'm not going to be any less stubborn. Rash, yes, because, if nothing else, he's made it evident that I need to listen more and snap into action less. The wolf girl placed her empty bowl on the ground and floated her cup over to her, carefully filling it with more tea. The liquid had finally started to turn clear, and the kettle was nearly empty, so, she filled it with more water and a different kind of tea. Instead of a lighter, more mellow tea, she used leaves that should produce a cup of tea so dark it looked like coffee. As she set that on the fire, waiting for it to boil, she sat in silence for a few minutes longer before standing, whisking Rand's empty tea cup away from him with a wink and a playful grin and willed the kettle to heat faster.
When it started to whistle, she made a point to fill the man's cup first and then her own, which she had float behind her. The priestess bowed her head at Rand, wondering if this next action was going to be wise. She kept her eyes on his tattoos, their red and gold captivating her. Before she offered him the cup of tea, which was balanced on her wrist, coming close to burning her, she started to twirl and move in the steps she had memorised long ago as a trainee. At the end of it, the teacup remained unspilled, and she knelt before Rand with her wrist outstretched to him. "Don't take it with your hands," she whispered, color rising in her cheeks at what she was doing, "Kneel in front of me and just drink from the cup until you must take it with your hands. Then, allow my wrist to feel yours against it as you take the cup." She kept her voice hushed, her cheeks burning brighter than the fire.
"This is a different kind of oath," Éirín explained, once she thought the orders would be followed. "It is an oath that trainees give to become priestesses. Well, Young ones, then priestess comes later." She shook her head, because she was getting off topic. "If a priestess does this dance in front of someone special to her, then it means that the priestess doing the dance acknowledges what all the person on the receiving end of the cup has done for her. It is an oath of acceptance with the other person. Completely. Some would say similar to your bonding, but, not quite." The wolf girl tsked her tongue, biting back about a hundred reprimands in her mind. "I see you, Rand al'Thor, and I accept you as you are. I acknowledge what you have done for me, and I vow to be better than I am." She placed her teacup on her other wrist and drank from it.
When she was through with her display, the priestess hummed a little before her eyes flashed with an impish glee. "But, a stór," she nearly purred out the term of endearment before a heavy rain started dropping on him. "I am allowed to still be as stubborn as I wish and retaliate for earlier. There's simply nothing some farm boy with weird magic can do about that." Her tone was light, and she winked, sticking out her tongue at Rand. I know we need to talk...but...if you're not an outright fool, farm boy, the talking can be mixed with the more interesting things. Éirín didn't care what her deck was implying about her and pushed her tongue out more with an ever so slight sassy shake of her head.
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Post by Ziya on Jan 14, 2019 17:51:18 GMT -5
To say Rand was confused yet again would be an understatement. It seemed that he had spent the entire day confused in some way or another, though this was at least clearer than whoever that person had been earlier. He appreciated the skill of the dance to be certain, and understood the importance of the ceremony as well. At least there was no magic involved. Yet.
He smoothly knelt and did his best to sip from the cup without spilling it, somehow managing to drink a fifth of the contents before he could drink no more. Per Éirín's instruction he placed his wrists onto hers as he took the cup, lifting it gently in both hands as he remained kneeling. A blush somewhat ruined the effect as she mentioned bonding, though he tried to keep his thoughts on her words.
When she was done he shifted to sitting, just as the rain began to fall over him. Accepting it as his punishment for earlier, Rand remained within the downpour, only shielding his cup as he continued to drink the contents with a slight grin.
At least, until she stuck her tongue out at him.
A solitary eyebrow rose as he finished his tea, before calmly rising and closing the distance to lightly cup her chin in his hand. "Do you know what I do with cheeky tongues?" Before she had a chance to answer he knelt once more and planted his lips on hers over her tongue. An instant later his own was moving past it, exploring her mouth with a gentle need.
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Post by Conrí on Jan 14, 2019 18:50:54 GMT -5
Éirín dismissed the rain with a simple thought of it dissipating after she had seen Rand's slight grin. It seemed like he had understood the point she had wanted to convey. She tried to push back her thoughts of how he seemed to enjoy looking at her as she'd danced. Such thoughts made her tongue quiver, but she was determined to keep it stuck out at him until he reacted. Her eyes seemed to taunt him when he raised an eyebrow.
The wolf girl seemed to have a decision to make. Would she give chase or not? She looked around, and saw that there wasn't really anywhere to give chase to, especially since she had no desire to play with the Heartless outside anymore. With a somewhat depressed sigh, she turned her head to face Rand, only to find him right in front of her. His fingers were soft and delicate as they held her chin up. His gaze pointed straight into her eyes, but, they were soft, more like tranquil pools of water, and less like a storm like the ones she had seen there earlier. For once, her desire to look away was gone, though her heart started to hammer in her chest.
When Rand asked her if she knew what he did with cheeky tongues, his aura carried with it intention and mischief. The priestess felt herself shudder, and a thought was nearly echoed in the tent. Show me, farm boy. Please. As her thought finished, Éirín had her desires met. Rand's lips had slipped over her tongue, and the light sucking he'd started made her shiver and her skin covered with goosebumps. The feeling intensified when she felt his tongue slide over hers and into her mouth where it slowly and delicately moved around.
Her arms wrapped around him slowly, and the wolf girl squeaked from the sensation, which gave way to something of a whimper. She decided to follow her own desires and began moving her own tongue, if a little hesitantly. Should Rand be paying attention to her eyes, though, he'd be able to see that the hesitation was not borne from not wanting what was happening, but, rather, an uncertainty due to being unskilled. If anything, he would also pick up on the mischievous fire that burned there as she stuck her tongue out further while it was in his mouth.
The priestess used a bit of magic on her staff and attempted to sweep Rand off his knees to his backside as she leaned into the kiss a bit further. If the "ambush" had succeeded, the man would find Éirín nearly hovering over him. A half smirk started to form on her lips. Finally, she ended the kiss due to needing to gasp for air. How did Conrí and Jason manage it for so long? Regret flashed into her eyes, and her cheeks burned. A soft smile was on her face, though, and Éirín tried to kiss Rand again, only more simply. "I've been told the cheekiness of me tongue only pales in comparison to me brother's. So, ya might want to get used to what ya do with tongues like mine, then, mo bhuachaill aisling." She winked. "But, I suppose we should finish talking the rest of this out."
Another wink, and the wolf girl licked at Rand's neck. "But, I think, in this case, talking can mix with pleasure, don't you think?" A satisfied low murmur escaped her throat, not quite a whine and yet not quite a whimper. Once again, the priestess felt the urge to be chased by Rand, but, she shook her head slowly and stayed where she was. Later, maybe. Not now, though.
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Post by Ziya on Jan 14, 2019 22:31:17 GMT -5
For the second time that day Rand found himself lost in a kiss as his tongue lightly fought hers. His left arm quickly became trapped between them as Éirín pulled him closer, but he barely registered it as his eyes slowly closed. He was far too focused on the kiss itself and the small noises she was making to register anything else.
Which was why he soon found himself on his back with her over top of him. The instant the kiss was broken he found himself laughing more than he had in over a year. "I certainly don't mind repeating the lesson as much as you need, raya chali'dival. As for talking..." Using nothing but his own strength and training Rand quickly reversed their positions, propping himself up on his elbows so they're faces were nearly even. "I think you're right."
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Post by Conrí on Jan 14, 2019 22:52:41 GMT -5
Éirín was thankful that her breath came back to her quickly enough. A gleam of satisfaction came into her eyes when she finally realised that she had actually succeeded on getting Rand on his backside. She heard his laughter fill the tent and found herself grinning like a fool. It sounded like music to her, and, it was something she hoped to keep hearing for a while.
The wolf girl jolted with a slight shock as Rand so easily reversed their position. But, where do we start talking? A slight panic started to build in her head, but she forced herself to breathe slowly. And, look into Rand's eyes, of course. She could be uncertain and even scared without entirely messing everything up--he had proven that by how much he seemed to enjoy their kiss.
The language. That would be an easy thing to focus on and then build from there. R-raya chali'dival?" The priestess cocked her head to the side and found her hand cupping Rand's chin for once. She was curious as to what it meant, but she had an idea that it was some term of endearment. A sigh passed through her. "I'm sorry. I don't know where to start from here. Or how. And, it's something that I feel like I should know. Burn it all to flaming blood and bloody ashes, this is frustrating as hell!" Her volume shocked her, and then she realised she had just screamed in her love interest's face. A hand went to her lips, and she lowered her eyes. I'm just scared.
Éirín put her arms around Rand. "This," she said, tightening her grip, "Is easy. I know what this kind of thing means, as ironic as that probably is, considering what I told you earlier. But...talking...that's..." She bit her lip lightly and started to tremble before voicing it completely. "Hard. And, I want to...talk to you, chuisle mo chroí, truly, but, then...I just feel...inadequate and small. In general. Not because of you." As she said this last bit, her fingers danced through Rand's hair and occasionally rubbed at the tips of his ears.
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Post by Ziya on Jan 15, 2019 17:49:56 GMT -5
Éirín's outburst was more concerning to Rand than surprising, though the volume likely would have made most men flinch. He simply shifted several cushions near them and shifted so they were on them, side by side. He knew far too well how difficult talking to someone you care about was, especially when afraid of saying the wrong thing.
He returned the embrace for a moment, then pulled back far enough to prop himself up on an arm before speaking, making certain his voice was soft and as comforting as he could manage. "I know what you mean, though talking can be as simple as learning more about each other as well. Would you prefer for me to begin with that then? I've found that once a conversation is begun it tends to be much easier to continue."
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Post by Conrí on Jan 15, 2019 19:19:33 GMT -5
Éirín simply watched as Rand moved cushions under them. She lay next to him and gently stroked his cheek with her fingers lightly. She leaned closer to him, rather grateful that he hadn't reacted at all to her sudden outburst. Cautiously, her lips brushed against his. The wolf girl nodded slowly to herself, as the farm boy's words made sense to her.
Of course, her inherited cheekiness got the better of her, and a coy smile spread across her lips. There was a flicker of a impish and nearly defiant fire in her eyes. "What else do I possibly need to know about you, Rand al'Thor The Dragon Reborn, Car'a'carn of the Aiel, Coramoor of the Atha'an Miere, The Promised One, King of Illian, First of the Asha'man, Last of the proper Aes Sedai, Lord of the Morning, Prince of the Dawn, Champion of the Light, and Shadowkiller?" There was a snarkiness to the way she said the titles this time, but, the playful light shining in her eyes mixed with the haughtiness in them, revealing her intention. She actually moved away from Rand and stuck her tongue at him quickly, wondering if he would notice at all.
Her instincts took over, and the priestess darted up and away from the man, laughing. "Tell me, farm boy, maybe, if you can catch me, I'll actually listen." This time, Éirín winked as she stuck her tongue out at the red-haired man again. She started dancing around like a chicken, clearly mocking her love interest. "Personally, dear, I think you're too chicken to manage to hunt me down again. I know you saw how I took out those Darksides." Gloating when she was nervous just seemed to come easily to her. There wasn't a hint of a blush on her cheeks, and, her hips seemed to swivel sassily as she stalked around the tent. The wolf girl knew that she was playing a futile game, but, it was a game she intended to have a lot of rounds to it.
Éirín stuck her tongue out one last time. She knew this was also part of her defense mechanisms, but, she thought Rand just might be able to see through it, for some reason. She stopped at the tent flap and fingered it flirtatiously. "So, chuisle, do you think I'm going to stay or give chase?" She stuck her foot outside of the tent and waited. I am genuinely willing to listen, but, I also want to be chased. Without you cheating with your magic. The words she thought stayed in her head echoed in the tent, and a furious blush covered her hands and face. The wolf girl lowered her gaze, but stayed where she was. Her fingers fidgeted, and she was suddenly covered in sweat. "It's a defense mechanism, but, I think you knew that already, king I won't bow to," Her words came out in a whisper at first and then grew louder toward the end. One last tongue punctuated her thought of Rand's one title.
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Post by Ziya on Jan 15, 2019 23:05:17 GMT -5
A confident smirk slowly grew as Rand listened to Éirín's sass, mentally noting each time she stuck her tongue out as she went. Her teasing only served to make him more certain she was underestimating him, particularly with the fact that he possessed his original body once more, or one so close it made no difference.
As she continued the game he slowly rose to a squat, sitting lightly on his heels as he focused on her movements. He appeared relaxed in a similar way to the Warders he had trained with on occasion, ordinary when still yet obviously dangerous when moving. For now he remained still, though he felt it was only fair to comment on her actions. "You could dance the sa'sara well I think, raya chali'dival. Ah, now that I think of it you asked what that meant. It means 'my sweet light' in the Old Tongue."
As he spoke he made no move toward her, nor even an intent to do any such thing. Rather, he pictured a flame in his mind, devouring all thought, until a moment later all that was left was a void and overwhelming sense of oneness. He no longer held intent to move, he simply moved when he was meant to. Purposefully he aimed slightly to her side as if blocking her from leaving the tent, instantly shifting on his left foot toward the one space she could dodge to without magic of her own or ruining the tent. If he succeeded, he would simply scoop her up once more, his arms more than strong enough to bear her weight.
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Post by Conrí on Jan 15, 2019 23:33:15 GMT -5
Éirín also slowed her breath, especially when she realised Rand had simply risen as far as a low crouch. She felt her cheeks burn when he mentioned her being able to dance something she wasn't familiar with, but, from the way she'd been swaying her hips, she had an idea what the dance might have entailed. Coupled with the redhead's compliment, her blush deepened. The wolf girl watched Rand's aura carefully and tried to regain control of her breath.
She might have figured out what he was doing. He seems to be trying to center himself, as am I. The priestess had her suspicions nearly confirmed when his aura just...melded with everything else. She turned, but was too late, as Rand had blocked her way out of the tent, and, she responded with a quick jab with her elbow to his diaphragm before fluidly ducking under his arm, ignoring his misplaced step to anticipate her dodge. If she were indeed free, Éirín knew she had to run. That was her only option. To hopefully be just a little faster than him at first. Her eyes set with determination, and she simply charged ahead and felt free. A howl echoed through the air, and she barely resisted the urge to turn around and stick her tongue out at him again.
"Tell me, mo chroí, She yelled as she ran outside in the camp, "How does one such as yourself know such an annoying little trick? Melding your aura isn't fair!" At this, foolish though it was, she stuck her tongue out once more before veering off to the right. Then the left. Then the right again. It was a simple enough tactic that had led to her outstripping her brother plenty of times. But, you're a different kind of hunter, aren't you, chuisle?
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Post by Ziya on Jan 16, 2019 0:56:24 GMT -5
There were several options Rand had been prepared for. An elbow to his diaphragm was not one of them, but as he stood stunned for a moment he felt nothing but impressed. By the time he had recovered she already had a small lead, leaving him no choice but to give chase in truth. His longer legs gave him an advantage, as did the fact that she apparently thought weaving back and forth would help her.
Still, she had enough of a lead that he had a few moments to taunt as he caught up. "The Aiel can keep up with a horse at a full gallop for nearly fifty span, and a trot for up to a league. What makes you think this is anything but a pleasant stroll for me?" He remained straight, closing the gap each time she changed directions while trusting his senses within the Void to react to an actual turn. If nothing changed he'd catch up within a few minutes, this time aiming to grab her by the waist.
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Post by Conrí on Jan 16, 2019 7:30:29 GMT -5
Éirín heard Rand running after her. It was her turn to be impressed. He didn't seem like he was needing to exert himself much at all to start catching up with her. She realised that her weaving back and forth did nothing. She tsked her tongue.
The wolf girl made a weave to the right, then fluidly turned around to face her love interest. Fire flared up in her eyes as she began to run hard toward Rand's right side. As she got close to the man, the priestess forced herself into a slide, not caring that her back burned against the dirt.
When Éirín was sliding underneath the man's tattooed arm, she stuck her tongue out at him, and then smirked slyly. Everything about her body language betrayed that cheeky tongue and indicated that she wanted to be caught but wasn't about to quit.
Éirín looked up at the darkening sky as she ran back toward the tent. It seemed like her little game was being cut short, but, she still ran with everything she had, hoping to reach the tent first. If the wolf girl succeeded, Rand would find her sitting on top of all the cushions sticking her tongue out at him for being too dense, even with his aura like that. If, however, the priestess failed, she decided that simply letting Rand overpower her might be fun. Either way, she made it clear that no matter how her game ended, she was going to listen to what he had wanted to tell her before she had the itch to be hunted. She wondered just how determined the farm boy was about catching her. And about thoroughly teaching her a lesson about tongues while they talked.
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Post by Ziya on Jan 16, 2019 14:14:19 GMT -5
Rand found himself laughing once more as Éirín slid under him, nearly forgetting to add to the tally as she once more stuck her tongue out as she passed him. Without thought he drew his blade and used it as a pivot as he spun back the way he came.
He pushed himself harder on the way back closing the gap to under a foot as she entered the tent. By then he was moving far too fast to stop when she did, choosing instead to tackle her to the cushions before reducing the count by one. A few moments later he pulled back slightly, no evidence of the chase through sweat or breath at all, and grinned. "So nabirinda, was that a satisfying enough chase? Our count stands at four now, if you'd like an incentive to stay."
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Post by Conrí on Jan 16, 2019 15:23:16 GMT -5
Éirín could hear Rand behind her, and knew that he had caught up to her, but, she still managed to reach the tent first. She whipped around to face him, and her eyes widened. A small yip escaped her when she realised she had been tackled to the cushions. Her aura radiated satisfaction, and, she seemed to detect a hint of pleasure from the chase from Rand. She started to giggle, and her hand went up to brush some of his hair out of his face. The hair didn't feel damp, and neither did his face have spots of sweat on it.
The wolf girl started to move in for a kiss, but was gently pushed down into the cushions and got more than she had intended. The kiss left her shuddering, whimpering, and dizzy. She thought she saw stars around the man's face, but, she determined this wasn't her Oracle sight and just an afterimage of when she had closed her eyes to savor the kiss. She wondered if her body had really pushed nearer to his, or if she had managed to control herself.
Finally, the priestess was able to focus on what her dear one had said. A blush crept into her cheeks. She contemplated telling him that those had also been a defense mechanism of sorts. After all, if they were kissing, they didn't have to worry about talking. But, then, she remembered her oath to be better. "That seems to be a fair incentive, Rand," She had leaned up and whispered that in his ear, and she found herself nibbling at his earlobe a little. "You were about to tell me about your adventures, farm boy."
Éirín decided that she was content enough to stay in Rand's arms with him looking down at her. She kept a careful eye on his aura to see if she could anticipate when he might decide to reduce her count again. Her eyes studied his for a moment, but then lowered to the cushions. The wolf girl couldn't quite figure out what was wrong with her, because she wasn't usually this...submissive, but, she thought that perhaps it had something to do with the man who held her and looked at her with such a passionate stare.
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Post by Ziya on Jan 16, 2019 19:35:19 GMT -5
Éirín's reaction to his kiss very nearly made him want to move straight past talking, especially the subtle movement toward him near the end. Somehow he refrained and resisted the urge to shiver at her nibble as well, though barely. As she chose to actually listen for once he couldn't help but do a little teasing of his own as well, idly toying with her ear before stroking her hair as he spoke.
"I'd hardly call them adventures, but I'd be happy to tell them just the same. To understand my life as Rand al'Thor though, you have to understand my life as Lews Therin Telamon first." He spoke of his life in the Second Age, briefly mentioning things such as culture and people as he summarized the most noteworthy sections of his 400 years. Nearly half of the hour he spoke was spent on the last 100, with the only notable exception being the drilling of the Bore 100 years before that.
When he ended that tale with the creation of Dragonmount he paused, shifting to lounge beside Éirín rather than above her. Without thought he channeled to clean, refill, and heat the teapot, adding a touch of Earth to prevent it from turning bitter due to the added heat. Another weave added a small amount of honey as he poured the tea moments later. A sip later and he spoke once more. "So, on that cheery note do you have anything you'd like to say? I regret quite a bit from back then, but I don't blame myself anymore at least."
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Post by Conrí on Jan 16, 2019 20:09:47 GMT -5
Éirín shuddered as Rand toyed with her ear. She didn't quite tell him that her ears were sensitive, but, from a whimper that escaped her, she figured she wouldn't have to. The wolf girl tried not to let her displeasure show when Rand had decided to move next to her. He had started his tale off with the beginning of his life--meaning his previous one. She listened intensely to him.
Once he hit one of the harder parts to talk about, the priestess was already covering her mouth with her hands. She wanted to listen away, but, she forced herself to stay as she was. The wolf girl also failed to notice the tears that had started streaming down her face. Her arms were around Rand just before he finished, though, she had to be careful to not spill his tea. Her mind felt blank, so she just sat there in the silence for a moment or two. At least he can be somewhat wry about it, but, what do I ask him now? What do I do now?
Éirín fought back the urge to just kiss the man in her arms, but her lips had already parted, and her head had already started inclining toward his. She stopped herself. Words. There had to be words for him. Somewhere. Finally, she just blurted out, "Never again. Never do that...last...thing again." Once the words broke free, she found herself just sobbing and wailing uncontrollably. After a moment or two, she composed herself. "Go on, then. Tell me the rest of it. I think I am ready to hear the rest." Her arms still held onto Rand's shoulders tightly, as though she refused to let him go until he had truly finished with his story. I...love you, don't I? The Lovers from her deck swirled in her head, promptly followed by a reversed Queen of Cups from her sassier deck, but, the priestess forced herself to keep the words down and to herself. Until she was ready, but, at least everything had clicked into place for her past a point that she could act a fool anymore.
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