In the dead of night, within an estate comfortably distanced from the bustle of the inner city, a slight ringing sounded in the master bedroom. Within this dimly lit bedroom was an enchanted stone disc, sized to fit into a palm and placed upon a bedside drawer, creeping in a meandering manner with each buzz that emanated from it. Upon the bed itself, soft blankets and a human figure stirred from their previous stillness. A second figure was present in the pile, although he was still rapt in sleep, nestled into the side of the now roused lady. Her right arm wrapped around her bedmate, her left addressed an itch on the back of her head and then reached for the stone. Tracing a delicate but simple symbol on the stone with her thumb, a rune lit up upon it as she held it close to the side of her head.
"Calling for Major Stetz." The voice of the man came through as clear as if the one speaking was within the stone itself, albeit quiet with a slight "tinny" effect.
The lady breathed out a sigh, familiar with the voice of her comrade. "Speaking."
"Hey Mahaud, we're holding an emergency meeting. Some serious issues have broken out in the Karthmere territories and we need to make a plan and send a sortie out. Just an official function, you can return home afterward."
With the young man at her side still tucked into her armpit, Mahaud bent her torso this way and that, firm muscles poking out from her back. "Aaaaa-alright, i'll head over. When and where?"
"South wing of the main building at the compound. We're pretty much the only ones awake here, just look for the only room with a guard posted. Be in here within an hour."
Mahaud nodded, "Gotcha, i'll be there real soon."
"Yeah, you better!"
Mahaud chuckled a little; the voice's comment was jocular in nature. Many would perhaps be unsettled by the casual nature two high ranking military officers discussed business, but the two were long time friends, and the extent of their past heroics outweighed any doubt of their commitment to their duty.
Placing the stone back down on the desk, she breathed a sigh and paused to think. Her eyes wandered down to the sweet little thing she had next to her, long, downy hair upon his head with a small, soft, nearly naked body comfortably pressing up against her.
His name was June Kenarn. At least, that was before Mahaud got her hands on him; now it was June Stetz. He and Mahaud had been married for three years, and known each other for four. She met him while she and the company under her command were taking a respite in the countryside, celebrating the great strides that their campaign had made during their deployment. He worked at the tavern the company was having their festivities in, and he just so happened to be serving the beers and meals to her table. His dainty looks already enticed her, but he had a sweet innocence coupled with a verbal wit that he flaunted to great effect, along with a heart piercingly sincere smile. Mahaud made a few light advances by the end of the night, which June answered with playful teasing. She was a solid 12 years his senior; he was but 20 years old at the time and she 32.
After that was a year of Mahaud rather passionately courting June in between assignments, as she found he was just the thing her battle weary heart needed. June looked forward to the meetings just as much as she did, with all their hallmarks; kicking open the tavern doors with flair, suggestive comments on whatever new style he had on, a present here and there. For every visit, his mood brightened more at the sight of her, and he became more receptive to her approach. She had utterly conquered his heart, making it only a matter of asking for his parent's blessings and then popping the question.
A pair of rings and a vow later, and the two became near inseparable. With Mahaud's income, the two agreed that he could send some of her pay to his family instead of having to work at the tavern, allowing him to be a full time house husband. After a few tearful goodbyes to his beloved family, June left the countryside and moved into Mahaud's estate. Mahaud still had duties to attend to herself, as she had a few decades left in her before a quiet retirement. The constant separations, while painful, did nothing to slow the couple's passion. Mahaud felt that it was nice to have someone to return home to, and June was more than happy attending to the estate. The periods away from each other just made the couple's nights together more intimate, and perhaps more physically exhausting.
Despite the light commotion Mahaud had caused, June was still deep asleep, obviously comfortable in his position. His right hand and face were rested against Mahaud's chest, unconscious in their natural pull towards their protector. His upper lip, deep, smooth and pink, was pursed slightly open, leaving open the slightest view of his whites. Even though his mouth was open, he breathed through his nose, the quiet ins and outs reflective of the delicate nature of his body. That was his only movement, the subtle expansion and contraction of his chest, over and over. Mahaud found it, and him in his entirety, simply mesmerizing.
While she gazed appreciatively at him, his mouth let out the slightest noise, entirely indistinct in purpose. Mahaud cocked her head, curious at the utterance's meaning. "Are you dreaming down there?" she whispered in contemplation. As well as she knew him, she didn't have the faintest idea what June's mind would dream of. Luckily, Mahaud thought, she knew just the kind of magic to elucidate the mystery. She took a light course of empathics (or in non-jargon, mind reading) in college; her main discipline was war magic and tactics, specifically applications of electromancy, but her limited expertise would still be usable. June was sleeping, the least defensive mental state, and she was without doubt that his mind would have little want to resist her regardless. Gently placing four fingertips on the side of his head, she closed her eyes, trying to clear her own mind and get into sync with his. Not making a lot of progress, she remembered a tip she picked up; placing her other hand on his wrist, she got a read of his pulse, and used that as a reference point.
