Leonaess Dawnbinder

Returning to Base

Peering, golden thin, and vibrant was the rising sun greeting the chilled coastal seaside where Leonaess’ small camp had been settled along eastern coastline. Roseate shades chasing away the twilight violet as the winking sparks in the sky started to fade.

The fire was a simmering thing of ash and molten veined wood, bodily indentations in deep impression alongside it before two pairs of footprints lead back to where the meager shelter had been pitched. Languid in an utterly relaxed position was the lounging figure of the manipulator, suggesting utter trust and safety in surroundings.

"Well done - you've proven me wrong. There is still -something- worth saving, here."

Before the touch of tawny lashes flutter low, the watchful glow of Varynoth’s burning pitch attention, was the applied comfort to send her slipping beneath the cover of sleep. The touch of his chest beneath the singular challenge of her empathic hand, where beneath the assault against creature housed seemed to have been successful; sated.

Coarse, roughened promise in her mind that lingered in a dream-wandering stasis, faltered. The pierce of light leaked through the slumbering, drowsing form of the aura soother that stirred with a mere parting of lips and the expelling of a sigh. The warmth that had pulsed at her side had fled with the night, leaving only the scent of sandalwood and the ory linger of his person. Intrepid reminder accompanied the pleasurable aches that weaved heady through the svelte curvature of dusky fleshed form. Twisting stretch of sensual spine in a prepossessing arch; drawing shapely legs, beneath her as she stood unadorned save the colorful blanket which Leonaess wrapped about herself, steps dancing towards the shoreline.

Greeting the day, a pleased kittenish satisfaction worked in a tumbling smile that was briefly stable on lips. The tropical temperature of the lapping wavelets crashing against ankles, slowly continuing  further into the waves to cleanse and revive. The salt stung at the exclusive marks sensually roused on her skin, bringing to mind the images of claiming clutches at hips, the carnal dragging of claws across thighs in a hungered urgency. Head lolled back to bask in the warmth offered, strands of light coming to brush at the proud bend of spine that had been hard pressed to curve in erotic vivification hours before. On the safe bar of sand where water came just beneath the swell of breasts was body suspended in an idle float, dipping below the surface where everything became still and quiet.

"I told you this once before, did I not? At your home? You thought me to disappear after that evening. I reassured you once already, Leonaess. Will this become a habit for me, to tell you that I am unlikely to leave?"

The words hung with her the deeper she sank into the liquid oblivion where body was numb momentarily to everything. Caught in fluid suspension, weightlessly recharging a mind weighed down with each beating of her heart. Feeling pulse settle from it’s thrumming at the recollection of carapace insinuation, the witch surfaced with an intake of fresh air that filled her lungs with a rich burning sweetness that rendered her for the moment dazed at the play of diamonds in a shimmering dazzle across ocean’s surface.

Lackadaisical strides brought her out of the baptismal surf, the sway of her body a willowy undulation of scintillating skin beneath the morning hues playing over the beach and it’s sole inhabitant. Glancing to where her case of herbal incentive lay forgotten by the fire-side, the intoxication flushing through system was of a very different sort. Rummaging for clean clothes in her travel pack, mind pulled from distracting remnants in their tactile linger to be put towards the breaking down of her camp.

It was time to go home.

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Quiet was her introduction back into the Serpentine Kiss compound. If any and all noticed her skin was nut brown from exposure and there was the ghost of a smile on her lips, it wasn’t commented upon. Just as remarks about the scent of sea and sand, mixing with the light floral scent and newly added spice, were bitten back.

At least, they waited she walked into the medical building.

The still air of the healing ward seemed oddly strange, brows puckering in a frown at the quiet that greeted her. Perhaps only one or two minor healers were flitting between the tidy mostly unattended sick beds. Offering them an acknowledging nod and tender curve of mouth in a charming smile, to which they returned it with what seemed like relieved gusto. Coming to the office doors, a note pinned on the front of the good Lady Doctor’s door caught her attention. Gliding closer, it told of Tsurathiel’s sudden departure for a much needed vacation. A thrill of panic raced through her, hastily she scurried towards her office to quickly prepare herself for taking over medical affairs until more help could be brought on.

But first, a note was written to alert Shaeliora and Loaireth of her return before the task at hand consumed her and she forget.