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Journey to the East

The illumination meant she had no excuses any longer to not read him from her journal, but she retained her stance, ignoring his counting down as she waited with her upper teeth pulled in anticipation over her lips. As he began to move closer to her, she squinted in the light, knowing the other caravaners could see his nude body if they moved toward the back of the wagon. As it was, they were all staying away, likely out of fear.

As he drew closer to her, there of course was a natural desire for him growing inside of her, and as he even leaned down, her heart thumped rapidly in her, her desire growing more and more. She had to play her part though and upon reaching 119, she appeared most faint, as if in the next moment she would die, and sure enough, she flopped down in a slump. In her opinion she was a pretty convincing dead person, but he could still see her breathing, and if he touched her anywhere, there likely would be stifled giggles.

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Noah's shrug indicated that he would continue to torment her. All she wanted was a warm Noah kiss, but now that time had surely passed. He stood from her, which although they were playing, there was some disappointment there. She watched him as best she could in the deepening dark. Ripples of pain coursed over her body as he stretched, but she knew that it was good for him.

"I probably won't. If I don't get them, and get them soon I'll probably wither away you know. Before I wondered what they felt like, but now that I've kissed you, I need them. I will die if I don't get more in the next...two chimes."

Her hand came to her head as though she felt weak, and she slumped back against the canvas.

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Despite Noah's laughter, she didn't care. People knew better than to peek into their wagon given the whole kelvic naked situation. She would move slowly for him, knowing he was injured, but as he would grab her offending finger, her pinky would angle to replace where her index finger once was before grasped. Soon he would have her hands in complete binding and from the darkness, she stared down at him with deep love as the butt tucked his lips in.

Elann had a silent masterful way about her, as if she knew he was weak and that she could win, but was being sneaky and catchable. Her hands slipped from his and went for their second attack, his laughter blurting out again as she went for both sides of his neck. It was then he got ahold of her well and good. She could tell by his strong grip that she wasn't meant to get loose and so she waited with a sly smile on her face there for him.

Soon enough, he asked about her writing, even foolishly letting her hands go. Slowly she rubbed the minor pain from her wrists as it was not much.

"Nnnn...It could be hours, days, months, even years before I read what I wrote." Seductively with a saddened face she asked, "Would you not kiss me?"

Her smile afterwards would tell she was going to be just as much of a butt back. She would not read him what she wrote just because he denied her and made it into a competition.

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Noah denied her getting kisses, somehow finding it in him to be a pain in the butt despite his sleepiness. She thought it funny but she wanted what she wanted. Because of his denial, she grabbed the nice warm blanket and tore it off of his body, exposing him to the cold. The driver of the wagon behind had hopped off and so she didn't mind the action.

She then plopped the whole blanket down on his head so that he couldn't view her any longer and wriggled a finger into the depths of the blanket.

There her finger found the bend in his neck where she wriggled it back and forth against him, tickling his muscle by manipulating it in a form of tickle. It was punishment for denying her.

"Give them to me now."

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The caravan had been making headway and pushing hard for time. Full days of travel were common to them and Elann thought it was normal, since they had done so since the beginning, but as the wagonmaster drew closer to Zeltiva, there were going to be days where they could break for lunch at beautiful meadows of flowers next to the river and actually enjoy a few days off from traveling here and there. The miserable traveling speed in which they held was designed to push them quickly through the cold, inhospitable, and dangerous places rapidly, so that they could enjoy the rest of the trip.

Aimee disappeared from the back of the wagon and Elann remained, watching out the back. As the call came to pull over, the river was very close, if not on the edge of camp. She could hear the subtle waters flowing in the short distance and it didn't sound too fast. That night, the wagonmaster was going to announce that they would remain there until the day after next, much to everyone's relief. Traveling by boat, it was akin to pulling into a harbor along your journey for resupply. The men would go off and hunt to dry meat for the journey ahead and people could enjoy themselves.

As it was, the dreary day was ending for the two of them who remained in the wagon and as he hugged her upon waking, she bent down in her flexibility and placed a kiss on the back of his head. Her hands then ran through his hair as she nudged him from her to wake up.

"Up up, sleepy. I want a kiss. You can sleep later. We've stopped."

She twirled his hair in her fingers, wondering if he would get up. She hadn't invoked her command to him, but it was a want of hers to kiss his sleepy lips. She loved when he first woke up and how his lips felt all warm and squishy.

"Your sister went out hunting," she commented.

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Elann couldn't help but smile down to her husband as he fell back into his sleep. She nodded to her sister in her assumptions. It had been quite a few days since they had been getting along. Her desire to listen amongst other things had been healing their relationship.

Letting out a little sigh, Elann wished people weren't so fickle and misrepresenting, though she supposed she had her own vices. Elann often took what she didn't understand in stride and sought to find out more about it.

"I wish it wasn't that way. I actually have learned a little bit about Reinmancy upon coming to Syliras. I met a mage and we spoke of it; how he felt and how people perceived him. You aren't alone though. We love you and I know the more you are around these people, the more they will see you as the person you are." She paused, thinking of what she would say next, feeling inspired to encourage her sister, "I believe you are one of the most kind, sweet persons I've met since coming here, and the things you've overcome and yet still how you remain that way is something Yahal is pleased with. You are faithful to your family and have purity in your heart, so don't worry about those who set their eyes against you in mistrust. There are far greater eyes on you here than them and they approve of you. It's just something to think about..."

Giving her a warm smile, she would let her leave if she so wanted, not so ashamed to see her nude form, though the driver behind them was getting quite the show with the flaps open.

"I hope you find something tasty and have a bit of fun."

The thought of her going into the woods made Elann nervous and though she knew she was capable, many people had experienced some form of loss on this trip. The last thing her husband would want would be to experience the loss of his sister. She knew he would take it far too personally as he already blamed himself for his injuries. This too would compile on it. Her desire to not have Aimee to go was because she loved Noah and wanted to protect him.

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Elann could feel her husband waking slightly as the two talked. As he hugged her tighter, she grew immensely in love and comfort with him. It was adorable to her and though she could tell he was in pain on his back the more he woke up, she wanted him to feel as though it wasn't there with her other good emotions.

Giving a nod in response, Elann watched silently as Aimee moved to put her book away. The thought of sleeping in the wagon wasn't a pleasant one, and while her tent and rugs could protect them from the watery ground, she'd rather not and would much rather sleep in the wagon.

"I am sure he will be well enough to fly soon. Give it a few more days and I'm sure he'll be glad to go with you. You shouldn't risk it. I mean...that's my opinion. You know that world much better than I do. I would feel much more comfortable with Noah watching over you. I could perhaps help the cook tonight, that way you shouldn't have to worry?"

With her helping the cook, the meal would probably be the best they'd had on the road by his hand. She had an insight of spices from her people that seemed to make food taste much better than it could. The last thing she could take right now was something bad happening to Aimee. If she could, she would cook day and night with the cook to ensure her safety.

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Noah would have been fairly deep into his slumber if she hadn't moved, yet as it was with him hugging her and laying there, she couldn't help but caress him. As a result, it was likely he was even deeper in his sleep than should she have not moved at all. Come drool or snores or the hotness of his breath into her dress, none of it caused her to think anything other than the deepest love for him. He was able to fall asleep under the context of love and comfort.

She sat there as the evening got darker, simple speaking her prayers in her mind to Yahal, meditating on what was pure and good, and remembering her promises. As Aimee spoke out in frustration, Elann smiled slightly.

"Yeah, even though I don't think he can see perfectly in the dark, it would be nice. You know we often set up a lantern in the tent. You can feel free to hang it from the binding there and light it if you want to read?"

Elann's voice was soft, gentle, and soothing so as not to wake her husband. Her hands softly caressed his torso, his neck, and into his hair as he lay there.

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Aimee went on to read and the two lovers drew close once more. Both were set on making things right with each other and so they seemed to be working things out. Soon her husband would be up in the air once more enjoying the winds of Zulrav and she hoped that the God appreciated her efforts to help get his Stormwarden on his feet again. Who knew what the God would appreciate and what he would not, but Elann was going to try to appease him. Noah didn't have to do anything to do so, but as long as Elann didn't have to worry about being struck by lightning or losing her husband in a storm, she didn't worry.

Elann curled up next to him after getting him a drink, and would encourage to have a little bit of the diluted tea mixed in to take the edge off of his pain. But whatever he decided, that was what she brought to him and ultimately settled at his side to warm up. His heat would likely be unbearable to anyone else, but to her it was like home. She was a magnet to him and lovingly latched on and would sit there in silence while Aimee read.

She didn't feel like talking, just resting there with him, and as the droplets fell, she watched them plop into puddles and was thankful they had a cover on their wagon. The small time she spent at the edge of the wagon had frozen her legs in the short dress. Now though they were a clammy lukewarm.

There she would remain until evening or until he wanted to be apart from her. Eventually he would notice her write in her journal and then start working on a rug for Aimee. The flurry of her hands once more tying knots as a very fast speed.

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It showed on Elann's face that "Pessimistic" took a second for her to search what it meant. She had heard the term before but was not so familiar with it. It was after all her second language still.

"I know, well we kind of do that with our festivals anyways, so we don't really think to do it with a birthday."

Elann shrugged, showing it wasn't largely on her mind. What was however, was her husband. She hadn't really even thought about his birthday until now, and it was revealed to her that he thought she would remember. She could feel the drudged up feelings of his past emotions on it and how he wished she had remembered. Was she really such a horrible wife and bondmate? It was only Noah comforting her that brought her any peace. He didn't say he forgave her, but his actions and words said he did. The small emotions of sorrow in their bond that came from her slowly began to fade in his comfort and where there once faded a smile, one now slowly returned.

"Alright. I am not going to forget this one. And if I do...you can...throw me in the water."

Which to her was the worst thing someone could do to her. She didn't know how to swim and being wet was not something she enjoyed entirely either; when forced at least. Though really she intended to have a birthday party for him when they got settled in a new place. He would have his birthday party, even if it was just the two of them, and it would be a surprise.