#aedancousland

That’s how a lot of their conversations started. Aedan smiled and gestured at the seat by his side, once more humming the familiar melody. In her brown eyes, he saw recognition, thus, he started, with a low voice, the same ritual they always did.

    “I’ll swim and sail on savage seas, with ne’er fear of drowning,     And gladly ride the waves of life if you will marry me.     No scorching sun, nor freezing cold will stop me on my journey,     If you will promise me your heart and love me for eternity?”

He saw her eyes turning warmer and within a moment, she had taken his arm, picking up the pitch and continued in swift Anders.

     “Mein Liebster, ach klingt mir dein Lied so machtvoll und verwegen…“, laughing she put one hand on her hip. Aedan understood and swiftly got hold of her right hand, leading her two the empty space in the middle of the tavern, stepping in rhythm to her singing. Her voice did not shiver, just remained warm and strong,     “Kein starkes Wort brauch’ ich, wenn sich deine Arme um mich legen.”

The traveller, picking up on their dancing played as they sang, a happy mixture of languages and laughter as Aedan lead her skilfully through the room, that slowly filled with the music of their voices and languages, the sound of their steps on the wooden floor, Frieda’s sweeping dress and the playful tune.

The faster they sung, the faster they danced, ending with Aedan grabbing her by the waist and twirling her around while her voice broke into a high mix of giggles. Carefully, he set Frieda back to her feet, though she still kept holding to him.

    “You’re a good dancer!”, she smiled, “The best I have ever met.”

Smirking, her moved a few streaks of her hair back behind her ear, while she found herself hesitantly letting go of his tunic, her hands just shaking a little,     “Then you haven’t met many dancers.”

With a swift motion she got to her tiptoes and leaned forward, placing her lips against his cheek for just a moment. Furrowing his brows, he touched the spot, the kiss over as fast as it had begun. Seeing the question in her eyes, she started to laugh nervously, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks,     “You need to dance with her, Wächter. At least once.”

    “Why?”

    “Because it feels like flying, and who wouldn’t like to fly?”, unbraiding her hair, Frieda took a step back, “Even sparrows like me get a bit bold then.”

    “So you decide to kiss me?”, he chuckled, watching her almost fall over her own feet, “I am thankful for the sentiment but I do not see the connection between your suggestion of me dancing with someone else and your action, Morgentau.”