- Joined
- Jun 25, 2010
- Location
- Hogwarts
Gabriella stood up from the log and looked at him with curiousity as he spoke of something that she needed to talk about before she took up the offer of his arm. They began walking back towards her home as he spoke on. she couldn't help but laugh. "Me? A princess? I do not think so. As for a trade..." She had to think of it for a moment. "I do herbs and things of healing. Not magic, mind you, but I am good with illness' and cures. I can point out almost any herb you point at and then there's archery. I know of no princess that can kill and skin a rabbit for a meal." It was not something she loved to do, but it no longer bothered her. Suddenly a thought came to mind.
"Wait... we can not leave until you have found what you are looking for. It is in this village no?" She asked as her home came in sight. Elizah was no longer resting on the porch and judging by the sight of smoke leaving the chimney, she was brewing or cooking up something. Before Gabby could do anything she had to tell Elizah of her new plan. Elizah would voice her opinion, but it would have little to no effect on Gabriella's decision. Elizah knew it all. Knew Gabriella's past. Knew she was a princess, and knew that two people would eventually seek her out. Only the fates would decide who found her first. The only thing Elizah did not know was the outcome of this battle. Would the Champion succeed in subduing the evil that lurked in his shadows or would the world be shrouded and consumed in the darkness. The old woman who housed the princess knew the rumors and feared the time was near. Elizah even heard the market abuzz with gossip as to the sighting of a new person. The coincidence was not a chance she was willing to take.
Lily trapped a moan behind the lower lips she had trapped between her teeth as her eyes closed for a lingering moment and her head tilted in a silent plea for more as he teased at her neck. Not a word was spoken. Just hard breathing a little whimpers here and there. Her hands were bound and held up by the ornate gift hanging from her door. She felt the length of hi arousal pressing through the fabric of her skirt and his trousers. Her hips tried to arch and press herself against him with great want. "Yes." she whispered in a heated tone. Were she not bound his pants would have already been on the floor and her, impaled upon it's length, but she was not the one in charge.
"Wait... we can not leave until you have found what you are looking for. It is in this village no?" She asked as her home came in sight. Elizah was no longer resting on the porch and judging by the sight of smoke leaving the chimney, she was brewing or cooking up something. Before Gabby could do anything she had to tell Elizah of her new plan. Elizah would voice her opinion, but it would have little to no effect on Gabriella's decision. Elizah knew it all. Knew Gabriella's past. Knew she was a princess, and knew that two people would eventually seek her out. Only the fates would decide who found her first. The only thing Elizah did not know was the outcome of this battle. Would the Champion succeed in subduing the evil that lurked in his shadows or would the world be shrouded and consumed in the darkness. The old woman who housed the princess knew the rumors and feared the time was near. Elizah even heard the market abuzz with gossip as to the sighting of a new person. The coincidence was not a chance she was willing to take.
Lily trapped a moan behind the lower lips she had trapped between her teeth as her eyes closed for a lingering moment and her head tilted in a silent plea for more as he teased at her neck. Not a word was spoken. Just hard breathing a little whimpers here and there. Her hands were bound and held up by the ornate gift hanging from her door. She felt the length of hi arousal pressing through the fabric of her skirt and his trousers. Her hips tried to arch and press herself against him with great want. "Yes." she whispered in a heated tone. Were she not bound his pants would have already been on the floor and her, impaled upon it's length, but she was not the one in charge.