[ While she has not been left wanting for happy moments? She finds that these moments bring a different sort of the feeling. There is a sense of fulfillment and completion that she has yet to find anywhere else in her travels. There is always a sense of fulfillment and joy from seeing the world and aiding those in need. Yet, the feelings are deeper and more all encompassing with Aymeric.
Her hand raises once more to rest on his over her small clothes. Mint-green eyes lock onto his to give permission for what he seeks to do. The color darkens further at his touch, tail beginning to sway once more despite herself. Her breathing deepens in anticipation despite how she attempts to reign herself in. In this moment, she will certainly take the distractions.
At his question, she shifts. A leg swings over him underneath the blankets, both knees resting beside either hip. ]
Yes. You are more than enough.
[ She returns to brushing her lips to where his jawline and ear meet. Slowly, she lowers her hips to rest against his, not moving forward until she can tell where he would wish to go from there. ]
Those that lived there were of the monks, training under the watchful eye of Rhalgr, their patron god. They carved the halls and deep arches out of stone themselves -- supposedly by their fists alone. [ Her head tilts to press a kiss to the bottom of his ear once more, needing to move forward with how she sits on him in order to reach. Even now, being so much shorter than him seems to work against her. She begins then to trace outer edges with it her lips. She has no idea if he may like the notion, but, she supposes they will both find out. ] After the fall of the Royal Family, refugees flocked to live there as well. They sleep in the beds carved out in stone or in the tents along the sand. Behind the great statue of Rhalgr is a large and beautiful waterfall that tumbles from the stone it is all carved from.
The people are friendly enough, even if they are not entirely trusting of those that are not their own. The Empire had broken so many of the spirits of Gry Abania that the Resistance was shunned in a way. It was... jarring to say the least. After all, Ishgardians kept the fight going, no matter the losses or the heartbreak. Yet the people here were broken.
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Her hand raises once more to rest on his over her small clothes. Mint-green eyes lock onto his to give permission for what he seeks to do. The color darkens further at his touch, tail beginning to sway once more despite herself. Her breathing deepens in anticipation despite how she attempts to reign herself in. In this moment, she will certainly take the distractions.
At his question, she shifts. A leg swings over him underneath the blankets, both knees resting beside either hip. ]
Yes. You are more than enough.
[ She returns to brushing her lips to where his jawline and ear meet. Slowly, she lowers her hips to rest against his, not moving forward until she can tell where he would wish to go from there. ]
Those that lived there were of the monks, training under the watchful eye of Rhalgr, their patron god. They carved the halls and deep arches out of stone themselves -- supposedly by their fists alone. [ Her head tilts to press a kiss to the bottom of his ear once more, needing to move forward with how she sits on him in order to reach. Even now, being so much shorter than him seems to work against her. She begins then to trace outer edges with it her lips. She has no idea if he may like the notion, but, she supposes they will both find out. ] After the fall of the Royal Family, refugees flocked to live there as well. They sleep in the beds carved out in stone or in the tents along the sand. Behind the great statue of Rhalgr is a large and beautiful waterfall that tumbles from the stone it is all carved from.
The people are friendly enough, even if they are not entirely trusting of those that are not their own. The Empire had broken so many of the spirits of Gry Abania that the Resistance was shunned in a way. It was... jarring to say the least. After all, Ishgardians kept the fight going, no matter the losses or the heartbreak. Yet the people here were broken.