Ascending Legends

[Dragongal]

"That I ave to agree with." Arryn ate some more soup then added, "It's like Aiteall. It means the nice little spell between rainshowers."

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn found himself whispering the word, letting it sit on his tongue as it took him away to the many rains he'd traveled in. "That is a word I find most dear. It reminds me of you."

 

[Dragongal]

"Thank you mo chroi. Maybe it's because we're both Sabhsaí - people who work in all weathers." Arryn giggled a bit and squeezed Dayn's hand. "Of course, let's not speak of work at this moment."

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn had to agree. Work was something he wasn't in the mood to dwell on. Arryn had tried for so long to get him to relax and not focus so much on the future or on work, and now it felt good to be able to push those thoughts aside. "You know how to choose a good meal."

 

[Dragongal]

"I just know what you like, mo chroi." The oxtail soup had been a bit of a gamble, however, with his lycanthropy, she was willing to bet he would like a meat-based soup.

 

[BookWyrm]

The waitress returned holding a bottle. "Compliments of the house musicians to the lovely couple. May your love be long and deep as the river.", she said as she popped the cork and began to pour the sweet smelling drink into two mugs. Dayn looked over at the musicians and noticed the troubairitz flashing a smile and a nod. As Dayn picked up his mug the sweet spiced mead filled his lungs, bringing a content sigh as he nodded his thanks to the waitress. "It appears our simple romance has some admirers. Not entirely unusual for Southern troubadors."

 

[Dragongal]

"Mm, 'simple' romance? Mo chroi, I would not say our relationship has been simple. Not that I would have it any other way." Arryn gave Dayn a kiss on the cheek before drinking some of the mead. It seemed like most Southern alcohol, this was sweeter than the Northern spiced mead, but she wasn't going to argue. It reminded her of the sweet red wine Dayn had ordered for them when they had first met.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn scooted up close against Arryn before leaning in and nuzzling lightly along her neck, giving kisses here and there.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn shivered a bit before taking his chin in her hand and pulling him into a slow kiss. When they pulled apart, she nestled her head ino the crook of his neck. "We're not even drunk yet."

 

[BookWyrm]

"Has that ever stopped us before?"

 

[Dragongal]

"I don't suppose so."

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn gave one more kiss before refilling his mug. When the waitress came around again Dayn caught her attention before motioning to Arryn. "What would you like for after this bottle?"

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn thought for a few moments. They didn't want to get too drunk, after all. "Dark ale, please."

 

[BookWyrm]

"What kind? We have many different dark ales available."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn thought for a moment. "Do you have any Northern orchid ale?" "Orchid" ale was a nickname for the sweet dark ale that was a mix of an apple ale and classic dark ale, along with quite a bit of mulling spices thrown in. Invented by dwarves (of course) and made in the North, but widely exported.

 

[BookWyrm]

"I believe we just tapped a fresh barrel actually." As the waitress left to retrieve the ale Dayn stared at Arryn, and eyebrow cocked. "You aren't ordering some kind of fluff drink are you?"

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn laughed and shook her head. "Not fluffy in the least. It's a nice, strong dwarven ale with lots of flavor. One of my personal favorites that I hope you will enjoy."

 

[BookWyrm]

When the mugs of ale were sat down in front of them Dayn raised it to his nose and took a test whiff before diving into a good sized gulp. "Not bad after all."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn drank from her mug much more slowly, savoring the rich taste. "I told you it was good."

 

[BookWyrm]

Later that evening Dayn and Arryn finally stepped outside of the tavern, both in better spirits and with a decent buzz going. "You are beautiful." Dayn said as he wrapped his arms around Arryn's waist and pulled her into a kiss.

 

[Dragongal]

"Mm, thank you, handsome." Arryn giggled a bit and returned the kiss. It was a nice, cool night, with few others on the streets, luckily. "And thank you for a wonderful evening out."

 

[BookWyrm]

"I enjoy seeing my beloved happy." Maybe the alcohol was making him more poetic, or maybe Dayn was just really in a good mood. But then again, how couldn't he be? "Care to peruse the beautiful streets? It is lovely this time of year."

 

[Dragongal]

"That sounds really very nice." Maybe Arryn had had a bit much to drink, but she didn't mind. She could walk in a straight line if she held Dayn's hand, after all, so she couldn't have been that drunk, despite the fact that she giggled after almost anything she said.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn chuckled quietly as he led Arryn down to the riverwalk. During the spring time there were stained glass lanterns hung out and lit every evening, painting the area with beautiful colors that reflected along the water. Yet all Dayn could think of is that they paled in comparison to Arryn's beauty.

 

[Dragongal]

The lanterns immediately caught Arryn's eye and held her. They were just so pretty, especially by the river. After walking along for a bit, Arryn quietly said, "I never really liked cities, and I haven't been comfortable in large villages for a while, but I do really love this city."