The Kelvic helped the young woman to her feet, and just as swiftly as he unlocked lips with her he took a moment to look at her. She suddenly did the unexpected; she ran her fingertip along the length of both of his lips. She had a look of confusion on her visage; as did Skyard when he cocked a brow at her actions. Skyard himself grew incredibly perplexed at the fact that she traced away at his lips, and suddenly he grew interested when she simply asked “Why?” What in the world did she mean by “why?” Why else would a person lock lips with someone. Skyard wanted to show her a great deal of affection and how much he cared for her.
However he chose to remain quiet about exactly why, but he did give her a simple explanation as to why he kissed her. “My kiss upon your lips was meant to show you how much I care about you young lady. “ As the pair stood and his arms remained coiled about the woman's hips; he did not hesitate to steal yet another kiss upon her lips. He knew that the first one left her absolutely confused, but the second one should not have being that he just explained himself. The Kelvic had not bothered to hesitate to do so either, and he followed her as she broke away.
Finally the woman said her name, and it was a beautiful one at that. “A----mu---n---et?” He spoke in order to properly pronounce the name. Skyard knew absolutely nothing about her heritage, where she came from or why she had such an odd and yet beautiful name. He quickly came to the conclusion that she was a foreigner to the area. The fact that she had been lost and unable to determine where she should have been going was a tell tale sign. Now that he knew she had a very uncommon and “off” name it became fairly obvious.
She was not from Riverfall, and it made quite a bit of sense now. Everything about it, from her language to the fact that she hardly seemed to speak common tongue. Skyard connected everything almost all at the same time, and he had been incredibly happy to do so. Perhaps she would be a perfect candidate to become his next “love”. Skyards addiction this season after all was love, and falling in love was his objective. Skyard was love driven as a whole for now, and he had no problem expressing that fact to her.
He followed her every step of the way to the strange location where her horse was located. She seemed to have to talk down the large Horse that accompanied her. The Horse seemed to be incredibly uneasy around him; perhaps the horse knew something that Amunet did not. A Horse could very easily smell a predator and had no trouble identifying one. Perhaps that is what occurred and caused such an upset in the Horse. That horse was far more intelligent then he would think the average Horse should be.
“My love, you will accompany me tonight; now pack up and lets get goin'! We will be headed for the Cora apartments, follow me!” He said as he turned about and awaited a response from the young lass. However he expected her response to be positive, and if it had not been then he would not know what else to do to aid her.
However he chose to remain quiet about exactly why, but he did give her a simple explanation as to why he kissed her. “My kiss upon your lips was meant to show you how much I care about you young lady. “ As the pair stood and his arms remained coiled about the woman's hips; he did not hesitate to steal yet another kiss upon her lips. He knew that the first one left her absolutely confused, but the second one should not have being that he just explained himself. The Kelvic had not bothered to hesitate to do so either, and he followed her as she broke away.
Finally the woman said her name, and it was a beautiful one at that. “A----mu---n---et?” He spoke in order to properly pronounce the name. Skyard knew absolutely nothing about her heritage, where she came from or why she had such an odd and yet beautiful name. He quickly came to the conclusion that she was a foreigner to the area. The fact that she had been lost and unable to determine where she should have been going was a tell tale sign. Now that he knew she had a very uncommon and “off” name it became fairly obvious.
She was not from Riverfall, and it made quite a bit of sense now. Everything about it, from her language to the fact that she hardly seemed to speak common tongue. Skyard connected everything almost all at the same time, and he had been incredibly happy to do so. Perhaps she would be a perfect candidate to become his next “love”. Skyards addiction this season after all was love, and falling in love was his objective. Skyard was love driven as a whole for now, and he had no problem expressing that fact to her.
He followed her every step of the way to the strange location where her horse was located. She seemed to have to talk down the large Horse that accompanied her. The Horse seemed to be incredibly uneasy around him; perhaps the horse knew something that Amunet did not. A Horse could very easily smell a predator and had no trouble identifying one. Perhaps that is what occurred and caused such an upset in the Horse. That horse was far more intelligent then he would think the average Horse should be.
“My love, you will accompany me tonight; now pack up and lets get goin'! We will be headed for the Cora apartments, follow me!” He said as he turned about and awaited a response from the young lass. However he expected her response to be positive, and if it had not been then he would not know what else to do to aid her.
