Spring 28th 510 AV Quiarinox was loving Zeltiva already, and she had only been in it for a few bells. On the arm of her husband, she beamed at passersby, glowed with the radiance of happiness, and pulled the poor man attached to her to all sorts of locations that snagged her interest. And he followed with a laugh before he ended up dragging her behind him as they raced to the next best thing they just absolutely had to see. Parks, statues, lovely buildings, storefronts, all of these things that Ravok lacked but Zeltiva had in excess. Even though she was vocal about her pleasure, Meriken quietly enjoyed himself as well. As usual he was dressed in his finest having managed to change after the caravan deposited them at Zeltiva's gate. Next to his wife, he overshadowed her with his personal radiance that she couldn't reproduce unless she took as much pleasure in grooming herself as he did. Immaculate as she was in a red dress that clashed with the tarnished auburn of her long hair, she never cut quite the image as he did, but there was no complaint. He was hers, she was his, and that gilded image on their necks told the story of their love as much as it had to. "Look, look," Meriken urged her as they darted towards the waterfront and wharf. The tide was ebbing in, crashing against the posts holding up the walkway, and he gestured to children dancing on the edge of a beach some distance away in the shallows, avoiding the water and ducking down to splash eachother when the flow rolled back in and overbalanced those already ankle deep in the waves. Quiarinox smiled, her previously excited laughter subdued by what he wanted her to see. Children. "Let's go look at the park again and get something to eat," she said, clutching onto his arm with pale, scarred hands and pulling him close as though to borrow heat from his body to ward away the chill winter left over spring that she hadn't experienced in Ravok. She looked around her to find somebody that would give them directions to lodging or provide some sort of map for their use. In retrospect, Quiarinox realised they should have probably thought about finding a place to drop their baggage earlier, but as it weighed upon her back now she began to wish they actually had. "Excuse me? We would like directions to lodging." She addressed a strange man as he wandered past with another person. Meriken focused those dark eyes abruptly at the sound of her voice and his face warmed into a gradual smile that crinkled the corners of his angled eyes in a way that made him look mischevious. |