#horderp

  The sensual spray of warm water splattered all over her athletic form as she stood beneath the double heads within her glass doored standing shower, a soft humming left her lips. The door to the bathroom was cracked open, enough to allow a quant stream of the heated fog to tickle over her husbands form. Either he felt it and was awake, or he was still dead asleep and his body was silently thankful for it! The long mirror that ran horizontally across of white and black sparkled tiles began to cloud as well, leaving the entire room to slowly fight the chilled autumn air, as she did leave a crack in the window! A few birds perched themselves outside of it, singing to the woman as if it was a daily routine for them to always find their way to that specific window sill.. Why? There was a bird feeder that hung on the outskirts of the window.. 

  The beautiful chirping and songs elevating from the tiny birds brought an unthinkable amount of calm to the Paladin’s mornings, and it was something she happily looked forward to wake up to. Wet fingers threaded through her healthy, wet sunshine radiant mane; plump pouted lips pulled into a delighted smile as she went on with her morning routine. First, it was washing her hair; then, it was washing her body, and finally.. It was standing beneath the heated sprays of water until she decided to leave! How different her solo mornings were, versus the shared showers with her husband. For however long it seemed like she was in there for, it definitely held no comparison to when her husband was able to get her alone within the glass domain. 

  Time passed, and Phaeith made her way out of the shower, wrapping a plush pink towel around her bodice; tucking it carefully by the front of her breasts, to ensure that it could cling to her form without needing her to use both of her arms to keep it upright. Cautious and calculated steps fluttered out of the bathroom as she walked into the bedroom, checking on her sleeping husband.. He was still asleep, that was for sure! In this moment, she took some time to watch him with the most loving and goofy grin, realizing that, -he- is who she happily came home to every night, and woke up to every morning. How could love feel so pure and beautiful, in such a corrupted world? He brought that feeling to her, and knowing it.. Oh boy, did it make her stomach tie into knots of happiness.. Swiveling on her heels, she turned towards her dresser, humming quietly. 

  Out she pulled a pair of tan knitted high socks with a pair of frilly pink underwear; whilst reaching into her husband’s closet and stealing one of his big shirts again.. She moved towards her side of the bed, laying down all of the minimal pieces of clothing, drooping her towel over one of the four pikes along the bed, leaving it there to sit and dry. After so, over her head went his large shirt; and on went her underwear and high socks! She felt cozy, to say the least. A gentle, content filled sigh rolled off of her tongue. “Good morning, Symmy.” She leaned in, kissing her slumbering Lion’s lips.. This one lingered, and ended with her smiling at him as she pulled back and slid her size seven feet into her fluffy, plush bunny slippers.. As her mane dried, the woman coursed her digits through the sunshine mane; pulling it all into a ponytail to keep her hair out of her face. What was she up to?

  Down the ramp she went, passing by each of her House members room per level, happily leaving a note on each of their doors to ensure they always woke up to a good morning note, and something positive to start their days off with! Eventually, she swung a right and headed into the kitchen, which sat nestled within the middle of the third floor. Phaeith waved at all of the drowsy workers, giving them her own sleepy smile. “Bala’dash, family~! How are you all today?” In unison, they all returned her warm hearted greet with, ‘Mrs. Symmaril, we are good!’ Which, as usual, caused the woman to blush softly to herself as she heard them call her by her husbands name as her surname, giggling quietly. She leaned over the island table, grabbing a nicely rounded juicy red apple. “--I promise to come back and eat with everyone else! I will be in the yard if anyone needs me..” All of the disapproving looks of Phae wandering off back into the yard without food in her stomach, slowly diminished as she was a woman of her word!

  The sound that followed her feet upon the cobblestone made ramp was a quiet pitter-patter, as she crunched and munched onto the juicy apple, letting out a groan of pleasure. “So, so good!” She murmured to herself happily, eventually finishing the apple. All but nothing of the core was left, and there went the tossed core; straight into the recycling basket which was followed by her hollering with too much pride to herself. “Score!” As soon as she realized that the workers were staring at her again, she recomposed herself and sheepishly giggled, waving them all off. “Nothing you all have not seen before..” Truth sprinkled her sentence, and they all giggled with a nod. She was happy- why wouldn’t she be?

  She married her sweetheart, she happened to be head over heels in love with him, and.. She was the Matriarch to a House that was full of some of the brightest, kindest, and courageous spirited people she has come to know! Why shouldn’t she have been happy? All of those thoughts sprinkled her mind as she walked into the rustic shed within the back of the large yard, something that became her makeshift ‘cave’ full of engineering and smithing materials and toys! Who would have known? There was even an engineered light sign that hung happily in the middle of the room that red, ‘PHAEITH’S SHACK’. Something she hid from people, as she began to teach herself the ways to perfect being a professional Engineer and Smith. 

  Scattered all over her wooden countertops were finished toys for children, flashlights, unfinished toys, and the start to a project that was being worked on! It looked like goggles, with the way the blueprints were mapped out! The tiny lady peered around the area, nodding to herself as she got down to business! An old, swivel chair was pulled beneath her bottom as she pulled over one of the desktop magnifying glasses beneath her eyes, carefully working on the wiring and coding that had to be inlaid within the goggles! “Almost done.. - Wait! Where is my wrench?!” She groaned out of annoyance at herself, looking around the area. For -some- reason, the butt of the wrench was sticking out of one of the taller cabinets which was followed by her propping herself up onto her toes as she tried reaching for the silly thing! 

  Her unimposing height did her dirty today, as she managed to grasp onto nothing but air, and being irritated as she tried to get it.. She could have gotten the swivel chair, but she remembered someone telling her at a young age to never do such a thing like that! So, she looked past that idea and glared up at the wrench. There it was, the tiny Paladin against the lack of height, and it caused her to fold her arms beneath her chest. “How did you even end up, up there, Wrench?!” She murmured, smacking a hand over her face.. Until! She felt a single masculine hand wrap around her left hip to pull her taut bottom against himself; whilst she felt the scent of familiar musk tickle her nose as he leaned over her to grab the wrench. 

  “Phaeith’s Shack, eh?” Symmaril’s voice floated into her ear, grinning from ear to ear as he watched his little wife simmer down completely against him. Instead of handing her the wrench, he decided to keep it in the air for now. “How long have you had this place for, and did you make those toys yourself? You are the Orphanage Toy Maker, then? Why dress up and hide your face, when all of the kids love you?” The Lion inquired, pecking a kiss to the beck of her head as he wrapped an arm back around her waist to keep her close. “Show me what you need the wrench for?” 

  Phaeith looked up at her husband as he helped her, reaching for the wrench that he yanked away from her grasp in a jovial fashion. Swathed petals from the flick of her tongue coiled into a smile, chuckling. “I need those, thank you very much. However, if you insist.” She teased, propping herself up onto her toes as she kissed his chin. “When did you wake up, by the way?” She led him through the area, gesturing for him to take a seat onto the beat up and backless chair first. He did, and then she sat on his lap, and he pushed them closer into the counter as he curled his arms around her waist. Any words that were to be side by either of them fell deaf as she began to work on the goggle at hand, using the wrench to clasp the rims tightly in place to keep the colored lens from moving about. Like that, she was done.. In one easy motion she pulled out a couple of other goggles, some that were wonky, and others that managed to be decent; and those that managed to be nearly perfect. Some came in cloth, leather, mail, and even plate! 

  “For one..” Phaeith scooted, lacing her legs around his waist as she pressed her chest against the Bulwark’s own, peering up at him. “The children give me the same reaction that they would whenever Grandfather Winter comes around, so I wish to remain a secret for that simple reason~. For two, using your height to help me then to use it against me is so, so mean..” She teased, pressing a kiss against his neck. “Last, but most certainly not least? This shed has been of use for the same activities by my Uncle, and a few days ago I realized that it has been untouched for far too long. Journals upon journals from my Uncle reside in here, same with old sketches and the like. A few relics and artifacts, and whatever was spared. I decided to rebuild it for myself, and give it some meaning. Do you like it? I know you smith yourself, so perhaps we could make it useful for two people..?” 

For the rest of the morning, Phaeith and Symmaril spent it by chatting amongst themselves with laughter, stories, tales, and business. They even partook in making it a task for both of them to rebuild the rustic exterior, and to make plans on painting it on a later note.