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| A Relaxing Swim; [p] Jerrath Only | |
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| Topic Started: Sun Dec 12, 2004 12:21 am (499 Views) | |
| Finduilas | Sat Jan 15, 2005 1:28 am Post #31 |
 
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"Please... Please do anything but call me M'Lady Jarreth... " she whispered looking at him gently and then away as she wipped her wet face with the back of her damp hand. "As for continueing you this later that is up to you M'Lord...." Finduilas whispered and looked back up at him once again willing her eyes to return to their normal shimmering. Allowing her legs to become still once again she found her feet upon the sandy bottom of the pool once again and she looked up at Jarreth. "I am sorry that I have feelings for you Sir... I am sorry that you also place my feelings towards you before allowing yourself to have a friend or even a compaion." She said to Jarreth this time looking at him with pitty in her eyes. "For once I can see I am not the victum here.... " Finduilas continued still looking him in the eyes, "You do not know how to love or have true feelings for another anymore. " Shaking her head in sadness at realizing this she reached out a gently hand gently stroked his weathered cheeks with the palm of her hand. "Perhaps we should continue this lesson another time. I can see that neither of us are up to swimming at the moment." She stated before givving him a gently smilig and a touch of her bright eyes came back. Her hand still resting on his cheeks still she leaned forward and gently whispered into his ear in tiny voice, "You may not care right now but you will always have friend me, may I be in wolf form or elf." |
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| Jarreth | Sat Jan 15, 2005 6:08 pm Post #32 |
 
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It was awkward to feel her touch against his skin again, not embarrasement this time, but uncomfortable in the pit of his stomach. He was confused, rare to occur at this scale, and especially about this particular subject. Jarreth heard the title m'lord again and remembered not a few minutes earlier in the conversation when he had asked her to only call him Jarreth. Then again, he had unintentionally called Finduilas m'lady, just for the sake of placing some distance between their strange relationship. The rest of her analysis of him fell mainly on lost ears as he dug into his own thoughts and began to try and reconnect severed trains of thought. At least her eyes were hiding some of her pain, now, to make matters a little easier on him. He noticed that as she hurt, so he was held useless as well. The gentle sparkle of happiness allowed him to concentrate, even if it was not entirely on her, and he was grateful for the selfish notion. Her palm was wet and cool on his skin as his eyes shifted to watch the arm that caused her fingers to brush against his cheek. She leaned in and whispered, no accompanied kiss this time. She seemed to have a knack of saying the wrong words when so close to him. "I have always cared of friendship, even to you, Finduilas. I am grateful that you still offer that to me during this time of hardship. As you have granted me friendship, so I grant you in return. Freely, and of my own desire. I believe we should finish the lesson at a later date when my mind is more clear. Thank you for being patient." Reaching to his cheek, he took her hand and kissed it on the back, behind her knuckles. With a smile, he nodded at her slowly. Uncontrollably, his smile could only get wider and larger. |
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| Finduilas | Sat Jan 15, 2005 9:40 pm Post #33 |
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Blushing slightly as he kissed her hand, Finduilas pulled it back and pushed her damp hair out of her face trying to think of something to say. Speaking at last she said, "Well I guess I will see you around the guild then Sir Jarreth." She said before adding, "Or at the Elven Song Tavern since I work there." With that said and with a nod to her friend Finduilas made to depart. Reaching the bank of the water she looked up at the now fadding sun and smiled as the full moon began to rise in its place. Slowly at first but gaining speed, the elven woman began to transform into her snow white form as she became one with the full moon in the form of a wolf. Letting out a joyfilled howl, she turned to look at Jarreth one last time before bowing her head ot him in respect as her bright green eyes met his perhaps for the last time. Turning to face the forest once again, she let out another short howl that was replied to by a distent wolf pack before she escaped into the growing darkness of the night. |
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| Jarreth | Sat Jan 15, 2005 9:54 pm Post #34 |
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Jarreth stared in half wonder, half curiosity as the woman standing before him was diminished down into the form of a white wolf. He hated magic. For the sake of not becoming bogged down by a feeling all too known to him, he allowed himself to forgive, aknowledging that it was not her fault. Moreso, it was not harmful as far as he could tell. She was beautiful even as a wolf. As she seemed to bow to him, he returned a slight lean, habit and proper manner. His mind wandered to a question: in his time in the North, had he killed a werewolf by mistake during the countless hunts for food and pelts? Perhaps not, he never used silver, and she had made specific mention of the precious metal when she spoke of dying. More mixed feelings: bad because the disease could be spread to those like Finduilas, but good because those like Finduilas already enchanted would be at risk. He agreed with himself to stop thinking about the subject as his friend's white form dissapeared into the forest beyond, answering the calls of a distant wolf pack. Slowly moving back to the shore, he bent down and picked up Finduilas' overdress that she had left on the bank. Brushing off some mud that had collected on the wet underside, he whistled. Juine, showing his typical dumb expression, trotted in from the treeline. Packing the clothing away in the saddlebag, he took one more look toward the now empty forest and back to the lake. Mounting Juine, he called out "yah" and sped back to camp. He felt it would be a good use of his time to patch the dress a little since he could not give it back to Finduilas yet. If time permitted, he might be able to use the size at one of the village tailors to purchase a gift. |
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