Bloodkiss/Raziel99

"Walking is nothing." He said quietly, following her. He needed his meditation now, to help ease his mind from his thoughts.
 
She slowed the horse to a stop when she heard the trickling of water and spotted her stamped-out firepit. She'd made camp a very short walk from the hot springs, glad for the warmth in the cool nights. She tied her horse loosely to a tree, not worried about him wandering off.
 
He made a quick scout of the area, seeing if there was anything that could endanger them while they slept. Not even a scratch or mark nearby, from what he could see. So he moved to sit near the fire, his legs crossing as his hands moved to rest in his lap. His eyes closed as he concentrated, trying to get into a meditative state.
 
She made her way to the pile of charred wood and placed a few small logs and tinder ontop. She took her flint out of her bag and struck them together. A large spark bounced, and she blew on it gently. A fire roared to life in seconds, beating back the looming darkness. Night was approaching fast. She sat down across the fire from him, taking a long drink from a wineskin she'd packed in her saddlebag. She missed home. The scent of the pine forests, the taste of her brother's wine, the songs of her coven members...It was all trapped in her memories and the taste of the wine she'd brought on this long journey.
 
His eyes were closed, but instead of clearing himself on the inside, he stretched himself outward, listening to the woods, but mostly to her. He could tell that there was wine in the bag she pulled out and he smiled softly. "I can get your clan amnesy with the Dragons." He said softly. He knew he wouldn't get the complete silence needed for perfect meditation tonight. But he didn't need it.
 
She smiled faintly, a drop of the dark red liquid rolling across one of her lips. Her tongue flicked out to catch it, sweeping across the soft, crimson surface of her lip with swift, gliding ease. "If you couldn't tell, I'm not from this land. It's quite a long journey from my home to yours." Her mind was still centered on the rolling green expanse of her home. The Emerald Isle, in all of its beauty.
 
He took in her words before letting his head drop, concentrating. "I see." He said softly, picking his head back up. "I have not left the area of the Dragon's much. I am quite content living in the mountains for the most part."
 
She nodded, her face taking on a sober tone. "I miss the green fields...the tall trees...especially the bonfires at the fire festivals..." She laughed suddenly, but the sound held no humor. "It's been several years since I celebrated Beltaine or Lughnasadh...I fear I've lost my faith in their magic."
 
He nodded slightly as he listened. "Famous Shugenja." He said softly. "I recognize those names from somewhere. Don't remember where exactly, though. I'll figure it out later." He opened his eyes then, looking at her from across the fire.
 
She smirked. "Sometimes I forget how different things are here...how foreign I must seem..." She glanced at a tangle of her wild red-gold hair that fell over her shoulder, running a hand through it as she compared her accent to those around her. It had taken her a few years to learn their language, and her accent still butchered certain words. What she wouldn't give to converse with her Celtic brothers again.
 
"I don't see it." He said softly, before slowly standing, walking to be behind her, facing the hot springs. "I'm going to take a dip in the springs. Have a good night." He then walked off to the nearby spring, which luckily, was out of her eyesight. he undid the tie at his hips, sliding the kimono off his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground, leaving him nude. He untied the strings on his arm that held the Obo on his wrist, placing that on the ground on his kimono before slowly sliding into the spring.
 
She closed her eyes and flopped back onto a soft bed of leaves, deep in thought. For a moment she felt like she was lying in the wood of Ffyhen. But the scent and feeling flew quickly from her, back to the deep recesses of her mind. Instead the scent of the odd man she'd only met this day floated to her on the breeze, her sensitive nose twitching at the metallic smell of his blood, the salt of his sweat, and the musk of his skin. He was so strange...she knew almost nothing about him, and yet he seemed familiar. She knew she'd never met him before, but something in the way he carried himself reminded her of someone. She couldn't remember who...
 
he let out a soft sigh of relaxation as the warm water climbed up his skin, up to about his mid chest. He relaxed back against the wall of it, letting the water relax sore muscles, careful not to get his arm in the water.
 
She could hear him release a breath of contentment, and found that she had been holding her breath. She ran a hand through her hair, exhausted and befuddled at the day's strange events. And even more confusing was the sudden urge she had to join him...She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the thought.
 
(ok, see ya soon.)

Terao stretched, some of the water trickling off of him into the pool. It felt wonderful, and he knew he would be getting some good sleep tonight. He was thinking about calling her to join him if she wanted. But he figured that she would see it as improper.
 
(back. ^^)

She heaved a long-suffering sigh. A headache was brewing behind her eyes...And she didn't have any willow bark left. She'd used most of her simples, and didn't have any of the ingredients to make more. She had no idea what plants here were useful, only those she'd brought from home.
 
He looked around after a moment, and picked up a thin but long reed, wiping off the tip and submerging it to clean it off before putting it into his mouth, letting it hang at the end. he was known for a lot of stuff, including herbalism. If she asked, he would be able to help.
 
As her headache grew progressively worse, she stood with a grumble and marched toward the spring. She closed her eyes, crossing her arms and leaning against a nearby tree. "You wouldn't happen to know any reciepts to ease a headache, would you?"
 
He heard her, and he lazily turned around to face her, his body from the hips down pressed against the earthen wall. "Yes, I do. Hand me my Obo." He pointed to the bag that was on his kimono.
 
She opened her eyes on a sigh, her long lashes fluttering against her cheeks slowly. She stalked over and picked up the bag, carrying it to him, all the while trying to keep her eyes from him.
 
He took the bag from it and opened it, slowly rifling through it, trying not to disturb some of the potions inside. Soon, he pulled out one and handed it up to her. "Specially made. I'm sure it will get rid of your headache in moments."
 
She nodded, gratefully taking the jar and opening it. She sniffed it for a moment, eyeing it cautiously. "What is it made of? I'm not familiar with the plants of this area."
 
"It's made of herbs and water." He said softly, now tying the Obo closed and turning back to facing into the pool. "I don't remember the exact names off the top of my head, but it will work."
 
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