Tag: Open / Sid'nis
Heartbeat, drum and string — the music of life which had faintly resonated in the background of the festival had gradually begun to rise as the evening grew onward. Nerosali had been all too happy to follow her friend and fellow conspirator into the shallows, trotting along like a runner that had just been given a sugar cube. A gentle hum within her throat echoed quietly like a gentle vibrato, not all that far from Kinali’s silent own approval to his beloved’s request. They had the entire night to share ahead, and then another after if they ended up staying upon the starlit shores.
Fine granules of sand tugged at his feet as he meandered about, keeping a loose eye on his bondmate for just a few brief moments to ensure she adapted to the ocean well enough. But Nerosali was full grown and then some now, mature enough to determine what was right and wrong for her in the vast majority of blithe circumstances. “I’ve little doubt in my mind,
” the blackrose chirped. “We stick out like a spring flower in a garden during the winter. That’s bound to attract some attention.
” A thrill of colors reflected across her orbs, glistening with amusement as Iolith quipped about his inner nature. She was at having a grand time, and more importantly, at peace — away from toilsome work.
Frolicsome sprays of water misted into the air as the endearing duo passed beyond the shores, nearing the area which had been established for food and drink. Not far beyond a string of booths lined with a few craftspeople with their latest goods stood awaiting, their faces alit with enthusiasm and laughter. So far as he could see the feast had brought out the best in everyone, and the faint gleam of scales in the distance reminded him why. Their new acquaintances, or friends he supposed as he should have called them — only too thankful that whatever meeting had taken place between the weyr leadership and the pearls had gone so benevolently.
“Denying them a good time, or even thinking that those two aren’t up to something ever is a hard thought to pass from my mind,
” Kinali shot off, a deviant grin on his face. “I’d like that. It sounds relaxing. And maybe a bit of…fun, of our own.
” Slipping an arm around his other half, the smith attempted to court Sid’nis in for a more delicate proximity, the pleasant stretch across his lips never ceasing to get a ride out of the moment. He was in a good mood. Almost uncharacteristically so, if you had asked someone who knew him before the change in his life. But while it wasn’t outright public, little seemed to stop the bloke from savoring every step of the journey, and whatever spirit had been uplifted had certainly transformed him.
Kinali didn’t mope about or cast a gratifying facade to the people he passed any longer, nearly every part of him seeming…genuine. It wasn’t that he’d lied frequently or been a cowardly renegade that was cast out from society in his past, more so from the fact that through whatever grace he’d developed had added another layer to his maturity. An innocence nearly washed away in favor of a cheerful disposition that never seemed to leave his side, laying forth his subconscious gregariousness into a more active role. Underneath he was still who he was though — humble, quiet to some degree when alone, yet always had that beating foot in his step and a vibrant hum in his voice.
“Maybe not kill…
” he teased towards the other. “Drag you out to a bit of an embarrassing moment maybe, but I can’t see him being that harsh. Playful more than anything.
” Kinali was sincere in his wording, knowing all too well that the demeanor was similar to his own dragonkin. Nerosali had become a prominent fixture in his life, no less or more important than Sid’nis but equally empowering as Iolith was to the bluerider. And in her case, mothering, more often than not.
Drifting his hands along the available cutlery and plates, the dayhandler snatched a pair for the two, handing one of the sets over to Sid with a grin. He pulled it away at the last second, a ludic smirk on his face, as he held it out. “Gonna cost you,
” the shorter of the two teased. “My price is fair too — one kiss.