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“Firstly, what makes you think I was not simply tidying up?”

“And second…”

“…Make me.” Wink.

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“And second...”

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A dragon. As she lived and breathed. Floods of memories of her youthful obsessions inundated her diodes. This dragon was prettier than Gorbash ever were.

“We-hell…Hello~”

The knight blinked in surprise at the candor of her reply. Here he thought forest nymphs and faeries would be…loftier in their language. At least when it came to making agreements with mortals. He angled his jaw and gave a quiet scoff…

Only to slump his shoulders in a worry at the length of time she requested. Two or three days…so much time had been lost already! When every hour counted…

However, he was the one in debt. He was in no position to demand any more than he already was. “As madame wishes. I give you my word, you will not regret this kindness you pay. My lands are vast and prosperous. These will I grant you, this I swear…” He lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, the want for sleep clouding his mind as the soft glow of her ethereal beauty began to fade in his darkening eyes.

Promises of worldly wealth and possessions.. such a thing never resonated with Dvalinn much. Having enough to survive in relative comfort was all she needed, especially when she had a knack for packing up and leaving for varying lengths of time. So the Hart said nothing in answer to his vow of reward, instead choosing to hop off the table and track down an extra blanket to toss the Saxon. “Rest.”

The following two days crept by in relative peace and silence. Dvalinn kept herself busy with reaping herbs and vegetables to preserve in between cleaning and changing Erick’s dressings. Her hands were always doing something at any waking moment, her eyes soft and distant. In moments of rest, though, she made sure to converse with the knight, answering as many of his questions as she could. 

This was no time to dally on thoughts of beauty... He prayed it would not distract from what he had to face.

His sword arm had regained it’s strength; his huge, battle-honed body fit once more to plow through packs of warriors. Erick stood in the middle of the cabin, donning his armor with relish and flexing his neck and arms. Soon. Estella. Soon things would be put to right.

The lady called to him, a flutter sailing through his heart merely at the passing of his name across her lips. “Aye. The time is upon us, Madame. Let us make haste without delay.”

Being neither mortal nor god fell more into line with what their grandfather’s faith had followed; nymphs and spirits of the earth that guarded the forests and springs and seas in tandem with the higher gods that governed above them. Then she was…a nymph of the forest..?

The prince saw the stag and called to it, inviting it to sit beside him at the fire and to share his supper with him. At once, the stag did a sommersault and transformed into a beautiful fairy. ‘Because you have been kind and noble, I will show you something good’, she said.

Erick sat fully up, pressing a fist against his breast, “Fair maiden, the task I undertake may well take my life. I ask of you…nay…I beg of you, to follow me to Jarrow. If I should fall, I would ask that you retrieve my sister in my stead, and bring her home to Montwright. In return for this…in return…I will do whatever you would ask of me.Grant any boon you would desire.”

The movement of Erick taking up his pose brought the Hart’s full focus back to him. Wintry eyes lingered upon the fist over his heart while her ears swung forward to take in every word. The plea he presented was a logical train of thought, given their brief conversations thus far. As such, she showed very little reaction beyond a short nod to acknowledge she heard him. 

Only to slump his shoulders in a worry at the length of time she requested. Two or three days...so much time had been lost already! When every hour counted...

Something twisted pleasantly inside him as she spoke his name. Enough to make him lower his face and nervously scratch his nose.

Erick grunted and eased himself up, holding his side carefully, “Wounded as I was, I may have…slouched slightly. But I am a knight. A knight never lumbers. Despite what my size may indicate, I am no beast.” A touch of pride lighted in his emerald eyes. His strength and prowess in battle were the few qualities he allowed himself to boast.

He sat up straighter at the sight of food, eagerly accepting her offerings with a bow of his head before partaking with vigor. He had not eaten in days, so determined to make the greatest haste. It was a little shameful to be shoveling himself this way before a lady. A true warrior always filled his trencher for his lady before thinking of feeding himself. He supposed this mythical lady would understand…

Erick nodded, “…One of their gods, then…” He lowered his eyes, “you saved me. I assume you wish me no harm. That being said…I have no love for your people. I cannot forgive what they have done.”

“…Would you still hear my plea, knowing I cannot show mercy to those that have ruined my sister?”

His vanity did not surprise her in the least bit, nor did his bestial style of eating. Hopping up to sit upon the table that stood central in the one room abode, the Hart broke her bread and idly nibbled at it, her attention more on their conversation than her meal. Upon giving his request she lowered her hand and lifted her sights to the bundles of herbs and wildflowers that hung above. 

“My fondness may lean more to the mortals that believe in my pantheon.. but that does not mean I have an allegiance to them. I’m neither mortal nor god, and am instead a creature whose service is to the world upon which you walk. Consider me a neutral party that prefers not to get tied up on mortal affairs.”

The prince saw the stag and called to it, inviting it to sit beside him at the fire and to share his supper with him. At once, the stag did a sommersault and transformed into a beautiful fairy. ‘Because you have been kind and noble, I will show you something good’, she said.