Cleyandra – Age 24, follower of the Goddess Skadi. She is being sent on a quest to find a stolen artifact that was blessed by the Goddess. While she is unwavering in her faith, her traveling companion, Braxlin, will test her to no ends.
Braxlin – Age 27, Believer of the God Ull. He is to accompany Cleyandra on her quest, and protect her.
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"Please tell me again what you are doing?" asked Braxlin. He was very uncomfortable walking along the dusty road in armor, and no horse for miles. Braxlin was the epitome of gorgeous. Standing at slightly under 5'10, he towered over the smaller Cleyandra. He once again pushed his black hair out of his eyes. It came down to his shoulders, and kept falling out of the tie-back. His dark brown eyes turned to his companion for an answer.
"We are going to recover a stolen item" responded Cleyandra. Cleyandra was less uncomfortable as she was only traveling in the robes of her order, and carried a small bag. She stood at just over 5'1. She had no troubles from her dark brown hair because it was braided around her head in the shape of a crown. As she spoke she turned her hazel eyes to her partner.
"O.K., I understand we are going to recover an item, but why on the Gods green earth, do we have to walk?" Braxlin asked as he looked at his surroundings. They were walking in a valley, and a baron one at that. On both side the mountains rose sharply and very high. The dusty, brown earth seemed to die in front of his eyes. He also studied his traveling partner closely as well. Her small oval face seemed to glow a rosy pink. She also had round, lively eyes that seemed to know what you were thinking. Her full lips looked to be in a permanent smile. She was also athletic, the runner athletic. Muscles in all the right places and soft, smooth curves in others. Her small breasts were firm on her chest, and she had just enough hip to sway when she walked. Her robe seemed to float around her like water. Clinging to her waist one moment then clinging to her legs the next. The soft, almost icy blue complemented her pale, silky skin. If it were not for the braided white belt holding her robe closed, he might be a little happier walking by her.
"We are walking because we are getting horses in the next town, which is at the end of the valley. And if you are quite done analyzing me do you mind doing your job, which is protecting me?" She looked at Braxlin and saw him blush and stutter out an apology. She laughed at his awkwardness, but studied him as well. He had a squared jaw, but still managed to look harmless. His skin was a healthy tan from working in the sun all day. He had large, piercing eyes that seemed to look through any lie. He had not thin, but not large lips that were in a scowl right now, but were soft, and smiling when he was happy. He showed the muscles of a man who worked all his life outdoors. His leather armor was fit against his body, as only well worn armor can, and he carried a short sword, two daggers and a cross bow with 20 darts. She knew he had more, but where he hid them she wasn't sure she wanted to know.
They continued on in silence until they spotted smoke rising from where they were headed. They hurried along the path till they saw where the smoke was coming from. A large bonfire was roaring in the center of town with people dancing around it.
'Of course, it is May day. How could I forget?'
She wondered. They marveled at the sight while they made their way down the path to town. People of all ages were in the streets singing, dancing and generally having a good time. Cleyandra walked up to the nearest person and tapped them on the shoulder. "Excuse me, do you know where we can find the stables?" she asked when the person finally turned around.
"Ohhh, aren't you a pretty thing, wanna spend sometime with me before I show you where they are?" the obviously drunk man replied.
"Actually I would prefer to throw myself in the fire if it is all the same to you, now where are the stables?" Cleyandra asked again.
"You know, you're not nice to me, why should I tell you anything?" The man asked, slightly offended, but not quite sure why. He gave a slight yelp in surprise as Braxlin quietly, but swiftly held a dagger by the mans personal areas. "It...It's...around the c c corner" he stammered "but no one is there, the festival will continue for 3 more days. Try the inn at the end of the road." He finished, pointing down to the south end of the street.
"You have been most helpful." Cleyandra replied, pressing a gold marc into the mans hand. She watched his expression change from sourness into joy at having more money to spend on drinks. She watched him swagger off to the festivities before making her way towards the inn. She stopped when she realized that Braxlin was not with her. "Are you coming?" she asked when she turned to face him.
"Not yet, but see me tonight and that might change." Braxlin replied with a wide grin plastered on his face.
"You are so gross" Cleyandra snorted "get your butt over here and haggle the prices of the rooms down with me."
After lowering the prices of the rooms down from an obscene amount of 4 platinum marcs a night, to a more reasonable price of 3 gold marcs, Braxlin and Cleyandra made there way to there assigned rooms. Not surprisingly enough, they were connecting rooms, no doubt a stunt pulled by the inn keeper to get back at them. After entering her room, Cleyandra made a big to-do about bolting her side of the adjoining door. "Oh, how you break my heart!" cried Braxlin, as he stumbled against the far wall, his hand over his heart in mock pain. "Now how am I supposed to sneak into your room tonight and ravish your body?" he whispered devilishly.
"You aren't, that's the whole idea." was Cleyandras answer as she shut her door. She leaned against her door, trying to figure out just what Braxlin saw in her. She wasn't that pretty, in fact there were stunning beauties out at the festival, but Braxlin took no notice. Now, she did admit that while not the best idea, she wouldn't mind at all accepting his offer; but that just wasn't who she was. It had to be the whole package with her, the marriage, commitment and monogamy. She wasn't quite sure that was what Braxlin had in mind. Gods know she wanted a good roll in the hay as much as the next girl and she knew that Braxlin would see that it was very good. But it wasn't enough.
After watching her close the door, Braxlin felt a slight stab of pain in his heart. He didn't love her, that was for sure, because he preferred his women demure, soft spoken and obedient, and Cleyandra was none of these. She was outspoken, forceful, dominant, and independent; and he loved it. He knew that if he was to get anything from her he would have to commit, and he was sure he was not ready for that, nor would he ever be. He enjoyed his time alone, traveling in the woods, miles away from humanity. All he knew was that he enjoyed Cleyandras company immensely, and right now that was good enough. As he walked into his room and shut his door, he plopped down on his bed, and then groaned at the discomfort. Beds should not be made of hay, and then placed on a raggedy wooden frame.
He wondered what Cleyandra was doing. Was she also on her bed, and if so, what was she doing. He pictured her laying there and untying her robes, letting them slide from her body into a pile under her. With that image, his mind began to picture her with out the clothes. Her small body, flat upon the mattress, arms over her head as she stretched her body out like a cat. Her small, firm breasts feeling the cool air and her nipples hardening against it. She would probably run her hands down her body, following her every curve to search for scratches and bruises. And what fine curves they were. He came to a realization the he was doing nothing but torturing himself when he felt his dick harden under his clothes.
'Damn'
he thought
