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57th Spring, AV 511
Zandelia awoke to both pleasantry and negativity all wrapped into one bittersweet bundle, her skull throbbing from the inside as if its internal pressure were near to causing it to explode as memory percolated through the cracks of her knowledge and pieced the disparate fragments together once again. The first true sensation was of arousal, pure and unyielding, as her nose became suddenly aware of the scent of another laying next to her. Then touch played its part in the series of sensations and made Zandelia aware that the said person was decidedly feminine in nature, their legs entangled with her own and their breasts pressing against one another as her vision became the last sense to be restored and a blurry outline coalesced into the beautiful bar maid from the nights before. Memory clicked together and she became a ware she was at the tavern, had stayed the night and had enjoyed the thrill of a most excellent tumble for most of the evening, and morning too.
No wonder my muscles feel like they’ve been put through their paces, they’ve been thoroughly tested she thought to herself with a smile as the dull ache of the morning spirited its way through her, replacing the pain in her head with something more akin to a satisfied aching sensation.
“Good morning my lovely, how did you sleep?” she asked Drysalla, the name she had been given she remembered now.
The girl merely stirred a little to nuzzle upon to Zandelia’s neck and draw her a little closer. She smiled in her sleep and Zandelia chuckled, regretful that she would have to leave the warmth of the cosy cocoon they had woven together so expertly. Drysalla’s body was a furnace to her, bathing her skin and sore muscles with a healing light that she reluctantly shrugged away, slipping gently from underneath the woman so as not to unnecessarily awaken her, leaving Drysalla to curl up again and pull the covers closer by instinct, seeking to preserve the now empty space where Zandelia had been. As she pushed herself to her feet she was aware of burning sensations across her skin, scratches upon her back and reddened welts upon other portions of her body. She smiled remembering the wild, uninhibited lovemaking they had partaken of and knew there would be many bruises, on both sides, for some time to come. Stretching, she located her clothing scattered about the room in various places and began to dress. Undergarments followed by her trousers, boots, blouse and corset.
I’ll leave my cloak for now, not going to be leaving for a little while at any rate she thought, merely hanging its form upon the hook at the back of the door. As an afterthought she grasped at the barmaid’s clothes and draped them nicely upon the back of the single chair in the room.
“I’ll get us some breakfast pretty, you deserve it after all” she whispered, stroking the hair from Drysalla’s eyes and planting a gentle kiss there, actions of sensitivity she was not outwardly known for upon the streets of Sunberth.
Stepping out of the door and closing it gently behind her she was confronted with a sight that she had most definitely not expected to see. Crumpled outside the door, bucket next to her, Revy Hiroe lay in full view – full being the operative word. Zandelia shook her head with a smile, noticing once more the powerful muscles and attractive curves, bound as they were. She heaved Revy into a more comfortable position lest she scare the other guests and descended the stairs carefully, hands using the walls for support. Entering the main room she noticed it was empty, the smell of fresh cooking wafting from the kitchen. Deducing it was still very early she followed her nose and found the cook doting away at what would becoming the morning’s repast for all comers.
“Excuse me cook, would we be able to get some breakfast please? Some cold meat leftovers perhaps? Fresh bread with butter and mild cheeses? A long day leis ahead of us all I fear” she enquired, politeness being the weapon of choice and levering much out of the affable woman.
She had to wait a little while, water being put before her to ease her dehydration, but eventually it was all ready to be taken upstairs. The cook was a shrewd woman and passed three plates to her with a little wink before laughing it off and setting about busying herself once more. Zandelia blushed slightly, but remained as composed as she could as she returned to her rooms. She left one plate by Revy Hiroe’s side before pushing the door open with her hip and being given a beautiful sight – the barmaid now up and walking about the room in the nude.
“I brought us breakfast, but the feast you’ve given me already is more than enough” she grinned at Drysalla, causing her to flush and look at her shyly. They shared a small embrace and kiss before they set about breaking their fast.
It was over all too soon, Drysalla leaving to help downstairs in the kitchen and Zandelia lowering herself to sit beside the snoring Revy, holding out the woman’s plate before her nose in an attempt to wake her, Zandelia’s plate now heaped with leftovers from her meal with the bar maid.
“Come now Revy, you don’t want to miss breakfast do you?” she crooned in a tone that would cut through even the densest of sleeper.
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