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That haughty look he shot her earned him another deep dimpled smile that caused small lines at the corners of her eyes. He was such an easy target for her teasing. As he splashed through the mud puddle a delighted giggle erupted from her.
“Oh, but I’m a Leventi…” She feigned a very solemn tone, “And I can attest, you can never have enough secrets in a day.” If he glanced her way again, he’d not the levity in her dark, bright eyes and the excited flush in her cheeks at all the teasing. He might not have been having that much fun right then, but she most certainly was.
The instant she felt the quiet seeping in, she had to fix it. Had to relieve the tension and there was some burning need to distract him. It struck her that just about every meeting the two of them had, there was a deep sense of melancholy within him. A seriousness that all but begged her to make fun of it or infuriate him enough to distract him from whatever it was that occupied his mind so thoroughly.
Telling him that she could see quite literally everything, had gotten her desired effect. His mouth had flown open and those big, blue eyes of his seemed to stare at her in agog as if he couldn’t quite believe that she’d admit such an indelicacy? Her tongue pressed into the side of her cheek, and her lips turned up slightly on the corners as she raised an eyebrow at him.
She’d been sure he was going to reply in some snippy, prudish way of his that she was beginning to associate with him. Instead, he snapped his mouth shut and started walking again, this time with a much more brisk pace. Pressing her lips together to keep from laughing, she let the bay stallion keep pace. Contemplating letting out a low whistle at him, she’d been about to, just to provoke him again when he spoke and caught her off guard.
‘Lord Gavriil will certainly not live a dull life.’ She blinked for a moment, noting a smile forming on his lips. She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment and wondered if he was starting to catch onto her game. ‘I only hope he is prepared.’ He glanced over his shoulder at her, and she blinked feeling suddenly perplexed. He was… Why that lout was catching onto her game with him! And it created a complex mixture of annoyance and amusement in her.
“I can’t imagine what you are meaning, your majesty.” Her feigned innocence in contrast to the small, puckish smile on her lips. Tilting her head, her bright brown eyes locked on him again, “You are probably quite right though about that and I can only hope he is not prepared because…” She paused, one corner of her lip lifted. “Where is the fun in that?”
A sound caught her attention and she looked up still not quite certain what that sound was. Her eyes scanned the forest but didn’t see anything. The further they went the louder the whooshing noise grew until it was finally a noise she could place. Water. Blinking she glanced down at Achilleas, “Is that…? That sounds like a creek up ahead. I don’t remember there being a creek through here.” Then again, rain made creeks where there usually wasn’t one sometimes, didn’t it? Or was it something more? She started scanning the area and the hill that the two trails had veered around. The hairs on her arm were standing up and Achilleas' stallion shifted underneath her.
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That haughty look he shot her earned him another deep dimpled smile that caused small lines at the corners of her eyes. He was such an easy target for her teasing. As he splashed through the mud puddle a delighted giggle erupted from her.
“Oh, but I’m a Leventi…” She feigned a very solemn tone, “And I can attest, you can never have enough secrets in a day.” If he glanced her way again, he’d not the levity in her dark, bright eyes and the excited flush in her cheeks at all the teasing. He might not have been having that much fun right then, but she most certainly was.
The instant she felt the quiet seeping in, she had to fix it. Had to relieve the tension and there was some burning need to distract him. It struck her that just about every meeting the two of them had, there was a deep sense of melancholy within him. A seriousness that all but begged her to make fun of it or infuriate him enough to distract him from whatever it was that occupied his mind so thoroughly.
Telling him that she could see quite literally everything, had gotten her desired effect. His mouth had flown open and those big, blue eyes of his seemed to stare at her in agog as if he couldn’t quite believe that she’d admit such an indelicacy? Her tongue pressed into the side of her cheek, and her lips turned up slightly on the corners as she raised an eyebrow at him.
She’d been sure he was going to reply in some snippy, prudish way of his that she was beginning to associate with him. Instead, he snapped his mouth shut and started walking again, this time with a much more brisk pace. Pressing her lips together to keep from laughing, she let the bay stallion keep pace. Contemplating letting out a low whistle at him, she’d been about to, just to provoke him again when he spoke and caught her off guard.
‘Lord Gavriil will certainly not live a dull life.’ She blinked for a moment, noting a smile forming on his lips. She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment and wondered if he was starting to catch onto her game. ‘I only hope he is prepared.’ He glanced over his shoulder at her, and she blinked feeling suddenly perplexed. He was… Why that lout was catching onto her game with him! And it created a complex mixture of annoyance and amusement in her.
“I can’t imagine what you are meaning, your majesty.” Her feigned innocence in contrast to the small, puckish smile on her lips. Tilting her head, her bright brown eyes locked on him again, “You are probably quite right though about that and I can only hope he is not prepared because…” She paused, one corner of her lip lifted. “Where is the fun in that?”
A sound caught her attention and she looked up still not quite certain what that sound was. Her eyes scanned the forest but didn’t see anything. The further they went the louder the whooshing noise grew until it was finally a noise she could place. Water. Blinking she glanced down at Achilleas, “Is that…? That sounds like a creek up ahead. I don’t remember there being a creek through here.” Then again, rain made creeks where there usually wasn’t one sometimes, didn’t it? Or was it something more? She started scanning the area and the hill that the two trails had veered around. The hairs on her arm were standing up and Achilleas' stallion shifted underneath her.
That haughty look he shot her earned him another deep dimpled smile that caused small lines at the corners of her eyes. He was such an easy target for her teasing. As he splashed through the mud puddle a delighted giggle erupted from her.
“Oh, but I’m a Leventi…” She feigned a very solemn tone, “And I can attest, you can never have enough secrets in a day.” If he glanced her way again, he’d not the levity in her dark, bright eyes and the excited flush in her cheeks at all the teasing. He might not have been having that much fun right then, but she most certainly was.
The instant she felt the quiet seeping in, she had to fix it. Had to relieve the tension and there was some burning need to distract him. It struck her that just about every meeting the two of them had, there was a deep sense of melancholy within him. A seriousness that all but begged her to make fun of it or infuriate him enough to distract him from whatever it was that occupied his mind so thoroughly.
Telling him that she could see quite literally everything, had gotten her desired effect. His mouth had flown open and those big, blue eyes of his seemed to stare at her in agog as if he couldn’t quite believe that she’d admit such an indelicacy? Her tongue pressed into the side of her cheek, and her lips turned up slightly on the corners as she raised an eyebrow at him.
She’d been sure he was going to reply in some snippy, prudish way of his that she was beginning to associate with him. Instead, he snapped his mouth shut and started walking again, this time with a much more brisk pace. Pressing her lips together to keep from laughing, she let the bay stallion keep pace. Contemplating letting out a low whistle at him, she’d been about to, just to provoke him again when he spoke and caught her off guard.
‘Lord Gavriil will certainly not live a dull life.’ She blinked for a moment, noting a smile forming on his lips. She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment and wondered if he was starting to catch onto her game. ‘I only hope he is prepared.’ He glanced over his shoulder at her, and she blinked feeling suddenly perplexed. He was… Why that lout was catching onto her game with him! And it created a complex mixture of annoyance and amusement in her.
“I can’t imagine what you are meaning, your majesty.” Her feigned innocence in contrast to the small, puckish smile on her lips. Tilting her head, her bright brown eyes locked on him again, “You are probably quite right though about that and I can only hope he is not prepared because…” She paused, one corner of her lip lifted. “Where is the fun in that?”
A sound caught her attention and she looked up still not quite certain what that sound was. Her eyes scanned the forest but didn’t see anything. The further they went the louder the whooshing noise grew until it was finally a noise she could place. Water. Blinking she glanced down at Achilleas, “Is that…? That sounds like a creek up ahead. I don’t remember there being a creek through here.” Then again, rain made creeks where there usually wasn’t one sometimes, didn’t it? Or was it something more? She started scanning the area and the hill that the two trails had veered around. The hairs on her arm were standing up and Achilleas' stallion shifted underneath her.
Achilleas only case a wry look toward Evangelina when she pasted that innocent expression upon her face. He knew better now, and his smile widened into something lighter, less measured as he turned forward again. “I feel almost obliged to warn him,” he remarked, giving an almost imperceptible shake of his head. Though the imagining of how that conversation might go soon put the idea from his mind, and he pulled a face. No. No, perhaps not.
He caught the sound not much before his companion’s voice piped up, and Achilleas turned an incredulous look toward Evangelina “ A creek?”
There could surely be no further obstacles placed between him and a warm bath, but he wasn’t deaf, he could hear the same thing the Leventi girl could, and he frowned as they walked on, the trail twisting and the sound of running water getting louder until they rounded a corner and could see for themselves. It might not have usually been there, but it was definitely there now, a small but fast-flowing stream, brown with rainwater runoff and just comfortably too wide to jump over.
“Is this someone’s idea of a laugh?” Achilleas griped, looking more thunderous every moment. He passed the reins of the grey up to Evangelina and looked around for a stick, poking at a few with his foot before he found one he deemed suitable for his purpose. About half his height, he held it one hand and strode over to the edge of the water, leaning over a little to plant it in the water, a rudimentary gauge of the depth. It sank about a foot and a half or so before hitting a stony bottom, and the Mikaeidas man could be glad it wasn’t any deeper, at least. “Ridiculous.” he muttered to himself because really the afternoon had turned into a farce. He glanced back over to where Evangelina waited with the horses and realised he had a decision to make. Either he would subject them once again to that closeness that had been so uncomfortable, or he was about to get even wetter. And it was with a long-suffering sigh that he eventually walked over and took the grey horse’s reins back.
“He’s not the most comfortable with water, but he’ll go if you don’t let him think he can get away with doing anything else.” he instructed, absently rubbing at Amyntas’ nose as he spoke before turning his gaze up to Evangelina. “You’ll be alright?”
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Achilleas only case a wry look toward Evangelina when she pasted that innocent expression upon her face. He knew better now, and his smile widened into something lighter, less measured as he turned forward again. “I feel almost obliged to warn him,” he remarked, giving an almost imperceptible shake of his head. Though the imagining of how that conversation might go soon put the idea from his mind, and he pulled a face. No. No, perhaps not.
He caught the sound not much before his companion’s voice piped up, and Achilleas turned an incredulous look toward Evangelina “ A creek?”
There could surely be no further obstacles placed between him and a warm bath, but he wasn’t deaf, he could hear the same thing the Leventi girl could, and he frowned as they walked on, the trail twisting and the sound of running water getting louder until they rounded a corner and could see for themselves. It might not have usually been there, but it was definitely there now, a small but fast-flowing stream, brown with rainwater runoff and just comfortably too wide to jump over.
“Is this someone’s idea of a laugh?” Achilleas griped, looking more thunderous every moment. He passed the reins of the grey up to Evangelina and looked around for a stick, poking at a few with his foot before he found one he deemed suitable for his purpose. About half his height, he held it one hand and strode over to the edge of the water, leaning over a little to plant it in the water, a rudimentary gauge of the depth. It sank about a foot and a half or so before hitting a stony bottom, and the Mikaeidas man could be glad it wasn’t any deeper, at least. “Ridiculous.” he muttered to himself because really the afternoon had turned into a farce. He glanced back over to where Evangelina waited with the horses and realised he had a decision to make. Either he would subject them once again to that closeness that had been so uncomfortable, or he was about to get even wetter. And it was with a long-suffering sigh that he eventually walked over and took the grey horse’s reins back.
“He’s not the most comfortable with water, but he’ll go if you don’t let him think he can get away with doing anything else.” he instructed, absently rubbing at Amyntas’ nose as he spoke before turning his gaze up to Evangelina. “You’ll be alright?”
Achilleas only case a wry look toward Evangelina when she pasted that innocent expression upon her face. He knew better now, and his smile widened into something lighter, less measured as he turned forward again. “I feel almost obliged to warn him,” he remarked, giving an almost imperceptible shake of his head. Though the imagining of how that conversation might go soon put the idea from his mind, and he pulled a face. No. No, perhaps not.
He caught the sound not much before his companion’s voice piped up, and Achilleas turned an incredulous look toward Evangelina “ A creek?”
There could surely be no further obstacles placed between him and a warm bath, but he wasn’t deaf, he could hear the same thing the Leventi girl could, and he frowned as they walked on, the trail twisting and the sound of running water getting louder until they rounded a corner and could see for themselves. It might not have usually been there, but it was definitely there now, a small but fast-flowing stream, brown with rainwater runoff and just comfortably too wide to jump over.
“Is this someone’s idea of a laugh?” Achilleas griped, looking more thunderous every moment. He passed the reins of the grey up to Evangelina and looked around for a stick, poking at a few with his foot before he found one he deemed suitable for his purpose. About half his height, he held it one hand and strode over to the edge of the water, leaning over a little to plant it in the water, a rudimentary gauge of the depth. It sank about a foot and a half or so before hitting a stony bottom, and the Mikaeidas man could be glad it wasn’t any deeper, at least. “Ridiculous.” he muttered to himself because really the afternoon had turned into a farce. He glanced back over to where Evangelina waited with the horses and realised he had a decision to make. Either he would subject them once again to that closeness that had been so uncomfortable, or he was about to get even wetter. And it was with a long-suffering sigh that he eventually walked over and took the grey horse’s reins back.
“He’s not the most comfortable with water, but he’ll go if you don’t let him think he can get away with doing anything else.” he instructed, absently rubbing at Amyntas’ nose as he spoke before turning his gaze up to Evangelina. “You’ll be alright?”
