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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 3:01:04 GMT
Caitlin reached for his hand and gave a timid smile. "You know I usually like flying, but that was kind of scary," she admitted. With his help she climbed out of the rig and stretched on her toes. "Where are we?" Looking around all she could see where trees in every direction. She knew from their birds-eye-view earlier that the Vineyard wasn't far off to the East of them, but one thing was for sure, the sky-tower was a good distance south, and peddling their kite back through this dense of forestry would prove a pain. "Its really too bad these aren't convertible as boats," she mused, running her hands along the hood. "It would be so much easier to fly off the cliff, the sail the rest of the way back to town."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
"It didn't seem like it was the flying that was scaring you, but I'll leave it at that unless you feel like talking about it." he stated plainly as he took in their surroundings, still holding her hand. It was a pleasent sensation. It didn't seem like they had much choice for what to do with the giant kite. The forest would cause more damage than dropping it off a cliff, though she was right, a boat type vehicle would have been a bit more useful in this situation. Perhaps there was something to look into in that department.
"I'll just have one of our airships come out and tow it back to the tower. Easier than trying to thread through all this underbrush. Besides, I don't think it would be so sneaky for us to roll up on whatever it was down here that I spotted in this contraption." he said as a joke as he let go of her hand to open the hatch on the back and get his uniform top back. "and I'm starting to wish I brought my sword with me on this date."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 4:50:10 GMT
He was right of course, it wasn't the flying but she kept the rest to herself. It was hard enough to iron out in her own thoughts let alone transcribe to words. The tow was a good idea though, and she got into the boot like him and withdrew her hat. When he wished for his sword she started to nod, but then he used the word date and her movements froze. A slow smile spread on her lips and she turned to look at him. "I didn't know this was a date," She teased. Hell she hadn't been on one of those since... She forced any recollections into the back of her brain before they were drudged up. An anxiety warned her before she could remember that she didn't want to go there and it was probably best left in the recesses of her brain. Instead she watched the Commander, in his fine uniform and predatory hunt for whatever caught his eye down here. "Does this date involve shadow beasts?" She questioned him, but she wasn't scared. It was still daylight and there werent many shadows for the creatures to peel out of.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Skye blushed as she called him out on his little slip of the tongue. He hadn't meant to call it a date, but that's what it felt like. What else would you call a somewhat romantic glide over the beauty that surrounded Lodan. Of course, it wasn't anything he'd have come up on his own. Well, since she'd decided to call him on it, he wouldn't shrink away from it. Besides, she was smiling so it wasn't as if she was discounting him out of hand.
"Well we were supposed to do was some sparring, but it appears to me that what you've turned this into is very much a date. A soar through the clouds with a beautiful woman, and now a pleasent stroll through the woods? All it needs is a blanket and a picnic basket." Of course this stroll through the woods could very much turn into something else if they came across something untoward. He already had a bad feeling, but he wasn't going to tell her that. Instead he offered his arm.
"God, shadow beasts? I hope not. We aren't anywhere near prepared for that." he shook his head as if to shake off the thought, but now he was looking at the forrest differently. He'd never had the misfortune to run upon such creatues and now was a very bad time to change that. "I'm sure we'll be fine. After all, I've got you to protect me," he winked.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 2, 2014 17:21:25 GMT
Her smile faltered only the slightest bit. She didn't have her sword either, but he was right about that last part. If they did run afoul of any beasts, it would be up to her to protect them, and if she did, it would be the very thing that condemned her. She wasn't even that brave when it came to facing them anyway, Danny was a braver soul than her, and she'd been the one offering hi lessons in combat. Brave or not, if she wanted to survive she'd be out, and he'd know her secret. She'd ruin her fathers name, bring down the barony, and get herself... get herself what? Thrown in jail? Not likely, not unless knowing she was an Andersweltler somehow also showed him in the same revelation that she was a Rogue as well. The EIRAL might still be having an informal war with her race, but they couldn't outright arrest them for simply existing. That would go against the treaty. She had to commit a crime first. Her throat constricted, knowing she'd committed many.
"Lets just hope it doesn't come to that," She offered in reply. "Which way? South?" She really hoped south. The sooner they got out of the woods the better for both their sakes.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
"Hey, don't worry, I'm sure we won't run into anything, and if we do I'll make sure you have enough time to get away. This little trek through the woods was my idea, so I'll take responsibility." At least he hoped it was the latter part that caused her distress and not the bit about them being on a date. He was still getting a handle on who she was, after all, they didn't know each other very well, but this didn't seem very much like her. He really didn't know what else to say.
"Alright, from the air it looked like our mystery is Southwest of this possition." he said, pulling the compass from the glider. Another thing he'd have to explain to the rental company. Hopefully he could throw the weight of his position at them and they'd be a bit more forgiving than they might normally be inclined to be. "So, has your father recovered from the news that we would be sparing together? From the look on his face when you broke the news to him, I thought he was going to have a stroke right there in the library." he said, changing the subject once more.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 3, 2014 2:16:15 GMT
The mention of her fathers expression the night of the Jubilee, after she walked in on Faolan's arm and announced they'd be sparring partners, looked about how she felt just thinking about it. She knew the imagery that flashed behind his eyes at the news, his little girl bleeding black blood in front of the army's head man. It was enough to drain the blood out of his face just imagining it. Even still, it had a strange effect on Caitlin and she let out a really good laugh. "Ohhooo, his face?! Remember?" She grinned and wiped tears out of her eyes. The poor man would be driven to an early grave by fear alone, and that part wasn't funny, but his face in that moment of fear - she couldn't help herself it was just too classic.
"Imagine what he'd look like if I brought you home and announced we were eloping and I'd transferred you his title?" She tried to mimic what she thought was accurate. Even though she was being overly melodramatic, covered her heart, gave a sad salute, rolled her eyes heavenward and fell straight backwards stiff as a board on a coffin.
"oww!" she said a second later, rubbing her back. "I think I hit something," her landing wasn't as soft as she expected for really tall weeds.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
He laughed as well, as Cait's mood lightened and she began to act out her father death. The two of them eloping certainly would kill him, though it was strange just thinking about it. One moment they'd joked about this being a date, and now they were joking about getting married in secret. He just shook his head, as if the thought didn't cause him some embarassed interest. "Baron Faolan Skye, it has a ring to it, but I think I'll stick with Commander, for now." He winked.
When she sat up with an Oww, he became concerend again and offered her his hand, he misjudged her weight, however, and ended up pulling her back up with enough force that she landed quite firmly in his arms. He blushed again with his face now so close to hers. "My appologies," he said said, his eyes looking back down to where she had fallen. It was probably a root or a rock, but one could never be too sure.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 3, 2014 2:55:17 GMT
"Commander suits you," she smiled and nodded in agreement. But the joke was so funny mostly because her father really detested them together. Cait reached up and took his offered hand but when he tugged her back up it was a little too strongly and she collided with his chest. "oopfh." He was like a wall. A very tall wall. She tipped back her head and looked up at him, but he was looking past her shoulder at the ground. "what is it?" She asked, turning in his arms to look for herself.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
As she turned around with her back to his chest, he found himself automatically grasping her shoulders protectively. The object on the ground wasn't knarled like a root or grey like a rock. Instead it was a muted gold color, like rusted metal. He gave her arms a squeeze and let go so he could move forward and pick it up. He had to dig a bit to get his hand around the object, but when he did, he automatically knew what it was. The rusted metal was the pomel of a sword. He pulled the object from the ground, half expecting the blade to be broken, but it seemed completely intact, if not as rusted as the hilt. It wasn't the prettiest thing to look upon, but it would do for a short bit in a fight, if they came upon some brigands or a small creature.
"People drop the strangest things out here," he grinned and stood back up to slide the sword through his belt. He didn't want to even consider that the sword was the remains of what could have been a shadow beast attack. Or, there was a body burried very close to here. To keep her from going down that path, he brought their conversation back to her father again.
"I wonder what he's going to say when he finds out we went on a date together." he said cheerfully as he offered his arm to her.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 4, 2014 3:51:36 GMT
Well that was.... incredibly unexpected. She eye'd the piece of steel Faolan pulled from the ground. It wasn't very shiny, but things smudged with mud tend not to be. It looked heavy, and sharp, and a bit rusted. If the cut didn't kill after a slice with that, infection might.
Caitlin took his proffered arm, though she felt a little restless standing on custom when she might need both hands free at any moment. A gentle laugh, smaller than before, escaped as he prod at her fathers expense same as she had. "Who knows, but for the sake of his health we may not want to tell him, unless this becomes a habit," she motioned between the two of them, "then the need to know might be a little greater."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
He enjoyed seeing her laugh, it was so much better than the pensive look she'd had in the glider. "Well I wouldn't complain if it did, its been a very long time since I've done anything like this." He said, giving her arm a squeze. "Let alone with such an attractive woman."
With his free hand he pushed a bit of brush out of the way as they moved in between the largest trees he'd ever seen. He wasn't lying, he couldn't remember the last time he'd simply taken a stroll through the woods. He'd fought the war in open fields and urban jungles, never in the depths of the forest. The risk of being atacked by some beast was something both sides had had a healthy respect for.
As they pushed through into the next clearing a flock of large white birds looked up from where they'd been drinking near a stream and cocked their heads collectively at the pair. "Now there's something you don't see every day."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 5, 2014 19:04:19 GMT
Caitlin grinned, but inside she felt the start of something bubbly, like nervousness. What if this did become a habit? What if Skye let her talk her way out of all their sparring sessions in exchange for a date? and what would it mean if he did? Would that mean he was genuinely interested in her in that way? Was she ok with that thought?
He mentioned something unusual and she looked up to see. "I bet that stream runs off into the ocean... perhaps through the vineyard and straight East to the drop off?" She didn't mention the birds, since she couldn't identify them. They were unusual, and uncanny in their synchronization.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
He nodded, still looking at the birds, wondering if this was some type of halucination. Was the whole thing? If this little jaunt turned out to be some delusional dream.... "If it goes to the Vineyard, we'll stay away from following it. Anyway, we should be coming up whatever I saw from the glider. I guess we'll have to find a way across."
Skye lead the way again, giving the birds a wide birth. If they were simply birds, there was no problem, but if they were something else. Well, the rusty sword was rather a last resort. It took them another fifteen minutes before they found a shallow area where they could hop across some rocks to the other side.
It took another minute for Skye to get his bearings again, back to their objective. "So, what was it like growing up in that house? My family was rather well off, but nowhere near what you have." He was nowhere near comfortable with small talk, but if he was going to get to know her better it was time to stop walking in silence.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 7, 2014 1:52:21 GMT
Caitlin shrugged as they trekked carefully over the river rocks. This wasn't her first round of river jump-roping, so she managed without incident and came out fine on the other side with the commander. "I can't really complain. I was an only child, I got everything I ever needed and then some. I was raised to be an educated lady, so I was given lots of tutors and taught to ride horseback and to fence. I had good parents, both of them loved me dearly so even on that score I can not complain..." She was a really bratty child when she thought about it, rebelling against a privileged life when others would sell their vital organs to take her place. "How did you end up being the commander of the EIRALs?" she asked in return.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
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