The dark haired woman had a rather satisfied and smug sort of smile on her face as she slipped from the covers of the furs, leaving behind a man who looked equally as satiated. The grayhandler stood slowly at the edge of the bed, revealing her backside to the bluerider as she cast a coy glance over her shoulder at him. "We left breakfast on the table." Isolde said with a soft chuckle before walking toward her dresser, adding a purposeful sway of her hips. Atop the furniture was a garment that had been discarded earlier and the woman plucked up the red silken robe and began to slowly drape it over her shoulders, allowing the dragonrider one last longing look before covering up. "I'll go heat it up again, and put the klah kettle back on the fire..." Isolde continued, tying the robe loosely around her waist, the fabric flowing flirtatiously about her thighs. "We'll need our strength." She added with a curl of those sly lips, a glint in chocolate eyes as she moved toward the doorway.
Pausing for only a moment, Isolde cast another glance at the man she'd left in her bed, regarding K'uavaen with a teasing smile as she ducked out of the bedroom. However, her thoughts were a little more subdued, finding it hard to believe that they were coming up on two turns of a relationship. It was a thought that took her by surprise when it had been brought up at breakfast that morning, though maybe not for the reasons that the bluerider would have hoped for. For Isolde, it was certainly longer than she'd ever anticipated remaining with one person, and in all honestly, she never would have expected it being with someone like K'uavaen - sweet, simple K'uavaen. It wasn't anything the bluerider had done, in fact he'd been nothing but doting and kind to her, it was herself that she was surprised most about.
Isolde had never really considered herself the settling down type, the sort to carry on a relationship outside the bedroom with anyone for any real length of time. Yet here she was, encroaching upon spending the last two turns with the same man. Granted, much of their time together was still spent between the furs, for the bluerider was a very thorough lover, though that was not the only reason. The grayhandler knew she was inexperienced in how to properly love someone, but she did know very well how to please him and that was a much easier way to show she cared. Everything else she was slowly learning about, watching K'uavaen and how he acted toward her, the little things that he would do for her and listening to what he said about her, the way he said it. She knew, without him ever having uttered the words aloud, that he loved her deeply...but she wasn't sure she could say the same in return. She cared for him a great deal, but Love was not a feeling that Isolde knew much about.
Quietly she worked, her mind lost in thought as her hands worked idly to clear the dishes on the table, bringing them back into the kitchen where she could put the meal back into a pan to reheat. You love me though, don't you? came the voice, soft so as not to intrude.
Instantly, she felt her heart swelling inside her chest, though her breath caught in her throat as if she'd been caught stealing. Of course I do! The handler hastily reassured. I just...don't know if I am capable of loving anyone else. She added a little quieter between them, going back to her work, though the day wher had given her a moment of pause.
You care very much for Isadella...would you say you love her too? Reshelde went on, though he remained curled up in the pavilion outside, nestled against the body of the pale blue dragon for warmth more than anything.
I...I....don't know...maybe. I am still learning what it all means Reshi. I'm not used to thoughts and feelings like this. The woman replied, moving to refill the klah kettle and hanging it back over the embers of the fire. Stoking the coals, she watched them flare red hot and then added a dry log to their very center to heat the kettle. I know I would protect her, keep her safe...She is my blood. I was proud of her when she began to walk and talk...but she is still so small and frail... Isolde continued, sitting back slightly to watch the flames begin to flicker against the log. Abruptly she stood though and moved back into the kitchen. That has nothing to do with me and K'uavaen though...Two turns...when did that happen?
Are you happy? The day wher asked, cutting right to the point. Does he make you feel good? Does he take care of you?
The woman paused for a moment as she stirred the scrambled eggs and chopped tubers in the pan. .....Yes...He does...And yes...I believe I'm happier than I've been in a while. She answered after a while, taking the time to mull over all the jumble of emotions inside her mind.
Then why are you questioning it? Reshelde asked quite point blank, knowing that he was mostly just voicing her own questions at herself, being the voice that she needed to hear. He knew her thoughts better than she did sometimes, he was the perfect compliment to his bonded and he never enjoyed it when she doubted herself.
At that, Isolde had no reply. She had no reason to question what it was they had together, for K'uavaen was a good man, a solid man and he took care of her in a way that no one had before. He was patient with her, and understood that she had her own issues to work out, so he never tried to press her for anything more than she was comfortable with giving. She knew that was why he'd never said it before, never told her exactly what he felt, and silently she appreciated that, for it terrified her that she wouldn't be able to respond the same if he told her. In spite of her nature, Isolde actually hoped that one day, she would able to tell him what he so longed to hear.
Dishing the eggs and tubers back onto two small plates, she carried them back into the dining room, only to find that the bluerider had gotten up as well as was tending to the klah kettle, which has just begun to steam. "And here I was expecting to give you brunch in bed..." The grayhandler teased softly with a smile for the man, thinking that was certainly something K'uavaen would have done if their roles had been reversed. Setting the plates back down on the table as little rivulets of steam rose from the freshly heated food, she moved away and toward the ruggedly handsome man. Without much in the way of words, she wrapped arms around his waist and pulled him closer, tipping her head back to place a kiss against his lips, nothing quite as heated as usual, but melting into some a little more affectionate, grateful, even if she couldn't say it in words.