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"Enough of the lovey dovey nonsense." Fergus smiled, his whiskers bristling, and went back to his business. Dayn shook his head as he led Arryn away, his gaze drifting to the windows as he noticed more storm clouds rolling in, distant lightning streaking the horizon. When they finally ended up in the sun room Dayn sat them both down on a comfortable lounge to watch the storm front roll in.
 
Arryn leaned her head on Dayn's shoulder while the storm front grew closer. "Storms are pretty, at least when you're not caught in them." This time last year had she not been in the woods with little shelter? Perhaps, though, at that point she'd still been sane enough to stay in an Inn while she had the money... before wasting it on brawls and drink. The storms had always provided some relief though, since they brought cool weather, and enough noise to keep her mostly focused.
 
"I happen to recall being caught in a storm the first night we began our romance." Dayn scooted in and pulled a pillow over as he laid back.
 
"Mm, that's right. It was just a little rain at first, but then when I had a flashback and we kissed the first time, that was a real storm."
 
Thunder rolled off in the distance, rumbled even in the manor's floors. Dayn smiled and laughed quietly. "Kinda makes me think about now." Something suddenly came barreling towards them and jumped into Arryn's lap, curling up against her as it tried to hide. Ceo mewed frantically as she pawed and dug on Arryn's stomach, trying to bury herself in Arryn's shirt.
 
"Mo chat! Ceo! Ná bíodh imní ort daor!" Arryn hugged the cat close and gently petted her. "Poor little cat, I didn't know I made you scared of thunder. I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."
 
Ceo looked up from Dayn's lap and over at Arryn, mewed, and walked over to curl up right where Arryn had plucked her from. "I think she wants your attention right now.", Dayn laughed.
 
Arryn chuckled and gave Ceo a little hug. "Alright, you can stay. But if you won't take him, I will." Arryn leaned her head on Dayn and nuzzled against his necn.
 
When the storm arrived the rain beat down a consistent rhythm against the windows above Dayn, Arryn, and Ceo. It wasn't long before eyelids became heavy and shoulders relaxed. "This is what good lazy days are made of."
 
Arryn smiled a bit and nodded, though her eyes were closed. She was just trying to savor the moment as much as she could before anything could try to ruin it.
 
"Arryn." Dayn nuzzled against his wife as he woke her. They had been asleep for a good two hours. "Hon, my legs are asleep. I can't move them until you get up."
 
Dayn looked at Arryn, surprise written on his face, and laughed. "It is a creature comfort. Not to mention I like being able to feel your legs against mine. Right now I just feel numb."
 
The storms had subsided by the time the shipment had arrived, yet even after everything was settled and the hunting party had moved to the North Bank the far horizon towards the mountains was growing darker once again. "We only have one shot at this." Rasrik said as he led the hunting party towards the earthen wall that served to keep the wendigo trapped. "By now the gorta spores should be destroyed, but don't let your guard down. A trapped wendigo is still dangerous." Dayn looked over at Arryn and squeezed her hand. He was wearing his full plate, mostly because she had insisted on it.
 
Arryn was wearing her "full" armour, a roughed-up leather chest-plate and greaves. She had her sword and dagger, but she also had a dwarven crossbow. While she had been offered some of the bottles of lámhaigh tine, because of her distaste toward firey weapons, she had declined. Now was just the wait. Would they climb ladders to shoot at it from over the wall, or would they actually lower the wall...?
 
Shouts and curses greated the hunting party as they arrived at the base of the wall. "It ain't natural! It's taken five bolts already." "What do you expect?" Dayn growled as he looked over the wall and at the scene below. The wendigo was trashing about, it's legs caught in an earthen trap that the terramancer had conjured. "They are creatures of death and ice. Fire is one of the few things that can affect it."
 
Arryn took aim for the head. "I've seen these bolts split oaks, mo chroi. Whatever made that beast is still influencing it for it to be so strong still." Arryn managed to get a bolt in its neck and its side, but it was still thrashing. Next they threw some of the lámhaigh tine, and gthe flames clung to the beast. The smell was sickening, especially so to Arryn, who was both sensitive to dark magic and had bad memories of that smell. She shot off another arrow before quietly saying to Dayn, "I'm sorry, I am going back to the ground. You can stay up here, but I need to get away from that smoke."
 
Dayn brushed his hand across Arryn's back and nodded. "It shouldn't be much longer." As Arryn descended the inquisitor stopped at the end of the stairs and bowed slightly. "My apologies, ladies first." He smiled and let Arryn pass before joining the others on the wall.
 

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