Prompt Week 35: Finder Wyvernspur's Joke, Tymora's Laugh
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Forgotten Realms setting of D&D, but the characters in here are from a game and of my own creation. Any player characters from the game have been loaned out with permission from their players. I receive no money for this endeavor. Notes, explanations, and reply responses will be at http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php?app=forums&module=forums§ion=findpost&pid=228040. Late evening sunbeams gave way to the domains of Shar and Sune as the campfire danced around in the circle of stones. An iron pot hung over it suspended by a quick support made of sturdy branches braced against each other as they held a pole to connect them. The smells of stewing roast, roots, and herbs sought to fill the air as the evening chill wanted to descend. Amidst the glow of the fire a somewhat sturdy man of slightly taller than average height juggled about the onions and mushrooms as he sliced them into pieces before tossing them into the pot. Thistle stirred occasionally, seasoning the stew as more ingredients were added by dancing man as he went about creating jokes one after another as if he were Garl Glittergold himself for a moment.
The laughter bubbling was reassuring for the halfing, even as Seth himself seemed to laugh heartily at each one. She was grateful for the reassurance of his wing and arm around her. “Nicos seems to be enjoying a captive audience tonight, wouldn't you say Beloved.” Seth's casual observation was underwritten with a barely hidden burst of laughter about to break free again. “Even Finder would find difficulty matching his parishioner this night. ” Thistle had to agree with him. The juggling tiefling's puns were joyous to be heard at the moment. The black wings moved as if they were a cloak as Nicos danced about calling out his paronomasia once more.
“Lathander himself even calls Shar and Sehanine Moonbow sir during the day. The knighly ladies of the night. ”
Thistle laughed a bit more as even more slices of mushrooms and onions went into her pot, the smell of rabbit and rothe mingling well with mix of onion, mushroom, and what edible roots could be found in the forest along side the trail that night. The meal was getting closer to done and her stomach was rumbling its appreciation of that fact as her love's laughter rung louder for a minute. “It's a good thing dinner is almost done or else the beasts of the forest might have an easier time taking you due to hunger.”
Thistle had to smile as the firelight tinged his silvery-white wings and hair with a muted shade of glowing orange, it made Seth look almost more like what he once had. Well, close enough to it to be rather reminiscent of the first campfire dinner she had shared with him. He held a wayward lamb as she was preparing a traveling stew for the odd party she was with; at the time Elric who was a centaur paladin of Tyr , a human knight of Torm named Skylar, a gnomish child called Jasper and the curious grimalkin that had taken a liking to him, and lastly a dwarven berserker with his dire boar mount named Betty. That night had Seth attempting to help her throw something together before King Obould's armies would find them. The night would be cold later since the campfire would have to be extinguished later, but for some reason the shepherd felt the need to curl up near her with his lamb, claiming the extra blanket would help keep the little guy from freezing. She didn't complain as she was getting colder herself and had little Jasper with her.
She felt her smile grow as she snuggled into Seth's arm and wing a bit more. “Do you remember the first night we met?” Her heart beat sped up to a comfortably familiar level as she could feel his warmth spread to her as well. The softness of his feathers drifting across her shoulders for a moment as he pulled her close enough to where both of his arms and wings enclosed her. The stew would be alright for the moment. She closed her eyes and let the faint smells of citrus and spice overpower the cooking meal as she held her holy symbol close for a moment uttering a small prayer of thanks to Tymora.
“Yes, you looked so cold as you were trying to keep little Jasper warm, I figured the blanket I had was better suited to the weather. The thought of letting you freeze that night seemed so harsh and cruel, it broke my heart. It was enough to make a man wish for his wings.”
“Tymora must have been laughing that night, it was the greatest bit of fortune I've ever had to meet you. I would face it all again for that.”
“I would die all over again, to protect you and Ivy. I would defy even Torm himself for you, my heart.”
“I'll never ask that of you Seth, I'd wait until Toril vanished if need be.”
“I'd never to be able to ask that of you again. The first time was bad enough... I didn't know if I would ever see you again. Then to find out I had a daughter as well...”
“Shh. You had given your word and it was your duty as well as your people. You had to go Seth, I knew it. Don't linger over that any more, you're here now.” Thistle ended their hushed conversation by turning around and leaning up to kiss her somewhat distraught deva's collar bone. It was the only place she could reach at her three feet of height. “I love you dearly, but I better make sure dinner doesn't spoil now.” Her gentle words rang with her own laughter as she ducked out of her feathery cocoon. If anyone else had noticed the slight disappearance, they didn't show as they were too busy laughing alongside Nicos as he kept on going with the juggling and puns.
Tymora was still laughing it seemed. Beshaba couldn't ruin this night or life try as she may. Thistle's smile was demure but glowed with the joy of even this desperate occasion. The hunt for proof of the Beggar God's activities was perilous and fraught with moments of despair yet she wouldn't trade it for all of Ao's power. Then again, who would want that power when you could know the love of an angel?
