1. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    'Then take me with you.' A blink. A pause. 'I'm sorry?' Sitting up straight, Willard looked to Venla, confusion and surprise warring upon his face. His heart beat a battle-rhythm in his chest. Had he heard her right? Surely, she did not mean what she had said. Unless. Following her gaze...
  2. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    'Oh, don't go thanking me just yet,' the dawnling grinned, shifting slightly as the redhead sat down beside him, seeking comfort where she could. 'Like as not you'll be crying out for your ma's cooking, once you get a taste of mine.' Firelight reflected from eyes focused on the task at hand...
  3. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Faux panic lit up Willard's face as Venla rose. 'Wait! Forgive me, My Lady, I know not what I say!' Amusement caused his lips to curl, and he put on a defeated sigh as the redhead sauntered away, head falling back into the grass. It took all he had to will himself to stand, to move, to carry on...
  4. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Willard's smile was soft, and full of warmth. 'I'm not a monk, sworn to celibacy, Venla,' the dawnling replied, tracing his fingers down her spine and across her shoulder blade. 'Turns out a man stands to learn a thing or two, rescuing damsels in distress,' he smirked, squeezing her tighter, no...
  5. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Her words spread like fire through his veins, warming him to his core. Unique, he was not, but to hear her say it meant everything- was everything. It sated his pride, made him feel twice the man he was in reality. Despite whatever temporary madness they had fallen under, he would remember, and...
  6. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Chest to chest, Willard wrapped his arms around Venla's waist as their lips met once more. His heart beat against the ivory cage in which it was housed, its tempo increasing as his excitement built. To him, Venla was not just the most beautiful woman in the world; she was everything. Breaking...
  7. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    'That makes two of us,' he replied, softly. Venla's fingers brushed his shoulder, and he turned to find her eyes already on him, holding him rapt. 'This need not be goodbye,' he said, rolling onto his side as Venla's hand drifted lower, her touch tentative, at first. He wanted to say more, but...
  8. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Willard's pace quickened as he took Venla by the hand. There was an edge to her voice that sent shivers down his spine, but he did well not to show it. The mask of stoicism he had worn up to this point was still there, albeit askew. And yet the knight found himself smiling like a lovestruck fool...
  9. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    He should have known what was going to happen the moment he climbed down from his horse. Whatever this was, it had been a long time coming. And he had done nothing to prevent it from growing. The mutual interest, the stolen glances and honest smiles. How many had passed between them in the last...
  10. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Venla's observation brought a smile to the young knight's face. Drachenberg was ugly, no doubt about that. Most cities were in Willard's opinion. The stink didn't help. 'It'll take some getting used to, granted.' With a hand on the reins, he turned to help Venla dismount, though by now she was...
  11. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    A day later Overlooking Drachenberg The light dwindles... Even from afar, the city was quite something to behold. From atop the rise, Willard could see fully the way the city grew in stages, climbing from one step to the next, up the side of the tor. A fortress, big and dark and foreboding...
  12. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Willard saw no point in lying. 'Yes,' he replied, the road stretching out before them like life itself. For all its twists and turns, ups and downs, there would come a point where their paths diverged. With any luck, they would lead back to each other. And if they didn't, he would just have to...
  13. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    What a shame, indeed. Averting his gaze, the knight shook his head slightly at Venla's jest, the smile tugging at his lips threatening to break free. 'I think we've got this backwards, Venla,' he said, her weight against his back mooring him to the moment. 'You are the one who's supposed to be...
  14. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    'You talking to me?' Willard smirked, standing dutifully by Hellion's side as Venla's foot found the stirrup. For someone who had only does this the once, and a "long time ago" at that, she managed not to go ass over tit, her hands and feet finding the way whilst the rest of her followed. The...
  15. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    'There are worse things to smell of,' replied Willard, stifling a chuckle. The Road was awash with scents, and not all of them bad. A beastkin had described the sensation to him once, but the dawnling had lost interest after awhile. There were only so many times one could hear about the...
  16. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Pretty sure you just did, Willard thought quietly to himself, giving a slight shake of his head. 'No need to thank me, Venla,' he replied, drawing to a halt by the wayside. 'Really. I did what any knight would do, and that's the end of it.' A soft whickering sound pulled Will's attention away...
  17. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Willard shook his head. 'You owe me nothing,' he said. 'Whatever debt remains between us is mine to repay. You did save my life, after all,' the knight smiled reassuringly. His memories of that eventful evening were blurry, half-formed things, and divining any sense from them took a great deal...
  18. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Gravel crunched underfoot as they walked, breaking the silence that weighed so heavily upon Willard's shoulders. Blanketed by mist, the ground ahead and behind appeared more fugue plane than open road. Cold, clawing, the newborn Sun did what it could to keep them from shivering, the skies clear...
  19. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    The clatter of plates and platters filled the room as the family dispersed for the night. It must be late, Willard thought to himself, rubbing at his eyes. The drink and fire had made him drowsy, and susceptible to the matron's words. 'Very well,' he said, standing. Memories of gatherings come...
  20. Willard

    Private Dust in the Wind

    The night crept along without them. Impatient, uncaring, the hours flowed into one another, like grains of sand draining through an hourglass. Willard lost track of whose turn it was to pour. Somehow, somewhen, they had all ended up drinking wine, feasting and revelling, as if to celebrate...
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