A long-delayed honeymoon
Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 3:11 pm
The couple hold hands and gaze at the barque that would soon be their conveyance. Sturdy and well-manned, it sits in berth with porters busily loading provisions and baggage for the trip to Suzail. As is their custom, they travel light, their more permanent belongings, chief among them the oversized portrait of her and the carefully wrapped and boxed marionettes with which they amused Meri's orphans, safely stored in the Candlekeep Seekers' Quarters. They had debated that, his reasoning winning the day with the observation that, due to their flammability, they'd be safest within the wards of the Keep.
As Alison nestles her head in the hollow between Aearion's shoulder and neck, he sighs softly. "It's a long trip: Suzail, Marsember, Arabel, then Deepingdale," he intones with a lilt to his voice and a gleam in his eyes. "With little to do on the ship, who knows, we may present your parents with their own little half-elf grandchild, as beautiful and clever as you and as... well, as beautiful and clever as you."
Alison's elbow finds its way into his ribs with a gentle and teasing nudge. "That's all you ever think about," the words accompanied by a wry smirk. "Not that I mind, actually. And don't' sell yourself short, I hope our children inherit your... hmm," she pauses dramatically, an impish smile spreading across her face, "... your grace and cheek. I'll never forget that moment on the bridge during Leonia's contest."
The porters finish and the handful of passengers stroll up the gangplank, the couple, still hand-in-hand, bringing up the rear. Soon the barque pushes off and into the current of the Chionthar toward the open sea. Alison and Aearion linger on the stern rail, looking a bit wistfully at Baldur's Gate receding in the distance. They tightly embrace and share a long, passionate kiss. As their lips part, Alison grins wickedly and pushes him away.
"Race to the stateroom!" she calls over her shoulder as she dashes off. "And I always win!"
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Alison "the Harlequin" Caunwaithon: Human Jester
Aearion Caunwaithon, just a simple elf with a big bow.
As Alison nestles her head in the hollow between Aearion's shoulder and neck, he sighs softly. "It's a long trip: Suzail, Marsember, Arabel, then Deepingdale," he intones with a lilt to his voice and a gleam in his eyes. "With little to do on the ship, who knows, we may present your parents with their own little half-elf grandchild, as beautiful and clever as you and as... well, as beautiful and clever as you."
Alison's elbow finds its way into his ribs with a gentle and teasing nudge. "That's all you ever think about," the words accompanied by a wry smirk. "Not that I mind, actually. And don't' sell yourself short, I hope our children inherit your... hmm," she pauses dramatically, an impish smile spreading across her face, "... your grace and cheek. I'll never forget that moment on the bridge during Leonia's contest."
The porters finish and the handful of passengers stroll up the gangplank, the couple, still hand-in-hand, bringing up the rear. Soon the barque pushes off and into the current of the Chionthar toward the open sea. Alison and Aearion linger on the stern rail, looking a bit wistfully at Baldur's Gate receding in the distance. They tightly embrace and share a long, passionate kiss. As their lips part, Alison grins wickedly and pushes him away.
"Race to the stateroom!" she calls over her shoulder as she dashes off. "And I always win!"
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Alison "the Harlequin" Caunwaithon: Human Jester
Aearion Caunwaithon, just a simple elf with a big bow.