"Always up for a good meal."
"Can't argue there."
"Poor Arista, I bet she's just beside herself with excitement."
"We certainly were, and she's just a bit more excitable I'd say" Sādhanā says with a laugh.
Alethiro noticed the sun starting to set, he cleaned dyes off his hands, bathed, dried, and started getting dressed in his wedding attire.
"I don't know much about your order, other than your god is referred to as the god of secrets and magic. I can only imagine how strong the appeal of something like the mask." Sādhanā says looking into the vanara's eyes.
"But those masks are how the necromancers came into power, and they are still tied to the sleeping dragon. It needs to be destroyed. Every day that it exists here is a day we risk it falling into the wrong hands and creating another of what we're working so hard to remove. If you will bring it with you when we meed tomorrow, I can take it somewhere outside of town and destroy it for the sake of everyone's safety. I understand the call of knowledge, but this time it simply isn't worth the risk."
The vanara thought carefully before answering her.
This mask has given me valuable information which was seen to be true. Yet its will I do not trust completely. He wanted to agree with Sadhana, yet ... it was but a mask. Though they were connected to the necromancers and provided a link to their benefactor, perhaps it would be more useful to keep.
The dilemma was a difficult one to overcome for Harakhty, but he made his choice after a minute. On his face lay the difficult of the decision.
"It has been a source of information so far, but I have mixed feeling about keeping it. If you will lend your potency for destruction once in the future as a favor though, I will bring the mask with me for you to destroy tomorrow; I must know if we fail here, I can rely on you to help me be reunited with my tribe."
After getting the gifts boxed up and but away at the fort for the time being Cyna a co. make their way to Hadrinn's for Lunch.
"Hello Hadrinn, busy morning?"
The dwarf nods at Cyna. "Always. I'm probably going to be bored once you go off again."
"Whatcha got, Hadrinn?"
"Beef stew, some roasted chicken and some frittered fish," Hadrinn answers.
"Hmm, beef stew for me."
"I think I'll go with the frittered fish."
"Then I'll have the chicken please."
Hadrinn laughs. "Alright then, just a moment."
"What should I wear?" Clara asks her wife. "It was easy when we were getting married, but I don't want to look like I don't care about Arista or I'm trying to show off."
Sādhanā's eyes narrow slightly as she listen's to Harakhty's words for their full meaning. "Potency for destruction, I suppose that's not inaccurate." she says with a slightly amused tone.
"Fair enough, if we fail, I will help you to be reunited with your tribe Harakhty. Trust me , it is for the best, tomorrow another tie to the darkness oppressing this land will be broken."
Sitting on the bed watching Clara stare into their closet, Sādhanā cannot help but smile. "I suppose telling you that you'll look absolutely beautiful no matter what you wear would be helping would it? Nobody will think you're trying to show off love, that's not in your nature. I think we owe it to them to dress up for the occasion. Remember it's going to be by moonlight so I'm sure things will look quite different from how they'd look during the day."
Clara blushes at her wife's kind words. "That's true. Nothing is ever the same by the light of the moon. Sometimes...it's even better."
She walks toward the bed and leans in to kiss Sādhanā.
"Mmmm...we still have a few hours before moonrise." Sādhanā purrs giggling as she pulls Clara down with her onto the bed.
Clara smirks and falls on top of her wife. "As long as we're not late."
"Thanks Hadrinn. Sorry we had to be so difficult." Cyna says.
"Oh, it's alright," Hadrinn says, serving the girls. "It gives me a reason to wake up in the morning when I see happy faces and full bellies."
"Ya haven't failed to do both yet Hardrinn." Cyna says before cutting into her meal.
"The wedding is still some time away, what should we do until then?" The Ranger asks the two sitting with her.
"Maybe we should see Elder Sister?" Ylrhea asks, eating a spoonful of her stew.
After Arista soaks for a nice long time in the Lavender and Jasmine bath, she scrubs herself till her skin nearly glows. Once her hair and body are both sufficiently clean, she goes back to her room for her nice long nap. With everything going on and all of her excitement, going straight to sleep proves to be a little difficult. After a while she finally falls asleep. As evening descends she still sleeps, snoring loudly.
"Sure. We can tell her about the weird shadowy alter thing." Cyna says.
Sienna nods. "Weren't we supposed to talk to Michael about those strange symbols too?"
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*rap rap rap*
"Arista?"
*rap rap rap*
"Arista?"
"That's right. We can drop those off on the way."
Ylrhea finishes off her stew. "I suppose so."
"Well, let's go then," Sienna says, pushing her plate away and standing up.
After another joyous romp, Clara looks at her wife, brushing her red hair out of her face. "So when did that become part of the day's plans?"
"It wasn't but after watching you naked I was inspired."Sādhanā replies kissing the tip of Clara's nose and grinning. "After all we are newlyweds, we have a reputation to uphold."
Clara laughs and kisses Sādhanā tenderly. "Maybe I should be more careful when I'm naked."
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The girls make their way to Michael's.
*rap rap rap*
"Michael?"
Michael opens the door. "Good evening, ladies. What can I do for you?"
"Have you heard about our adventure yesterday? We found something that needed a look." Cyna says.
Esme hears rustling coming from the room as the snoring comes to an abrupt halt, followed by some mumbling.
Arista finally comes to the door and opens it a little. She seems to be tangled up in sheets and her now dry hair is all over the place. A strong scent of Lavender and Jasmine permeates from her as she stands in the halfway open door. Rubbing her eyes she looks sleepily at Esme, "Esme...what...what time is it?" She looks almost panicked, "Did I oversleep?"
"Ah, yes, come in," Michael says. "Ylrhea already gave me the copies of the symbols that you encountered."
"I tried to tell you...three times."
"Any luck?" Cyna asks.
"I haven't had much time to study them," Michael continues. "So far they do not seem to be any known language. Going through ancient languages is quite time-consuming, but I think I may have something to go off of."
He leads the girls to his parlor and moves some clutter aside to make room for them. "Can I get you anything?"
"No, you still have time," Esmerelda says. "But if you don't hurry, you'll be wearing those sheets at the arch."
"I tried to tell you...three times."
With a sheepish look Cyna apologizes to her friend. "Sorry Ylrhea, It's been a crazy few days and some old runes really weren't on the top of my list."
Cyna shakes her head and replies to Micheal. "I'm alright, just ate before coming here."
"Too late, already madly in love with you." Sādhanā whispers returning the kiss.
"We really should do something about getting dressed though." she says with a smile.
Arista looks down at herself and blushes before looking back up at Esme and opening the door for her to come in. Once the door is closed she goes about the room trying to find everything.
"Sorry...I was playing with the kids earlier at the beach, and then went to do some shopping of my own. I guess after my bath I just sort of...collapsed. I didn't think I was really gonna fall asleep like that." As she's talking she tries untangling herself from the sheets and puts on something clean since her earlier outfit is now covered in sand. Once she's ready she grabs her brush and her chainmail before looking back at Esme, "So...I guess we just go back to your room now? That's where I was having everything sent...you know, so I wouldn't risk Alethiro seeing me in the gown before the ceremony. Do you need to eat or anything before I start getting ready? Ohhh Esme...I'm soooo nervous. I'm trying to stay calm, but why is it so hard?" She sits on the bed for a minute and tries to take a couple breaths to steady herself.
Ylrhea shrugs. "It's okay."
"I'm madly in love with you as well, but we really should get ready, love," Clara says, getting out of the bed. Her skin glows in the evening sun, a blush of happiness and ecstasy coupled with the orange light of sunset. She rummages through her clothes, finding a fine shirt and skirt.
"Deep breaths, dear," Esmerelda says, straightening Arista's hair out. "I got a quick bite to eat before I came to check on you, so don't worry about me. Let's get back to my room and get you ready."
Leaning over with her head in between her knees, she tries to take a few more deep breaths before slowly sitting up. Nodding her head at Esme she gets up off the bed and tries to smile as she follows her back to her room.
With an almost feline contented stretch, Sādhanā rises from the bed, the light dancing off the sigils along her body. Looking through the clothes she has available she picks a long black skirt and a white front laced shirt.
"What do you think love, hair in a braid or out?"