By the time she returned to camp, the thief turned hunter had already cooked the two rabbits he caught. He looked up as she entered the camp, eyes trailing her body. Her once matted, dirty hair was now the golden colour her father had described and flowed down in gentle waves, reaching well passed her shoulders. Her emerald green eyes were shaded by long, thick lashes. Her cleaned face revealed a path of freckles reaching from one cheekbone, over the bridge of her nose to the other cheekbone. His oversized cuirass effectively reached down only to mid-thigh, revealing long, creamy legs that he wouldn’t mind having wrapped around his waist. He shook himself ‘stay focussed Cynric, break the girl out and get her home, that’s the assignment, stick to it’, he thought to himself as he said out loud “Took you long enough. I caught some rabbits, if you’re hungry”.
The girl nodded, eyes narrowed momentarily before quickly sitting down, taking the meat he offered. “Thank you… erm… I don’t know your name?” she said softly. “Cynric… Cynric Endell” he answered without thought. “Thank you for the food, and for getting me out of there, Cynric” she said. ‘Gods, preserve me’, he thought as his name rolled of her tongue. “I’m Eira” she offered softly. They were silent after that, both enjoying the food. “You should get some sleep, we’ll leave in a few hours” he said after they’d eaten their food. Eira nodded and looked around the camp. “I don’t have a spare, take my bedroll”, Cynric sighed. Eira nodded her thanks and quickly settled in, falling asleep almost instantly.
Eira woke to a hand on her shoulder, shaking her. She instantly went on the defensive, grabbing the hand and pulling in an attempt to throw him over her shoulder. Her movement were slow and groggy though and she hadn’t yet mastered the technique, so she ended up pulling him on top of her instead. They both released a whoosh of air at the impact, eyes locked and slightly widened in shock. “Well, you could have just said so if you wanted me, no need to become all violent”, Cynric stated dryly. Eira’s eyes narrowed as she attempted to push him off “it was a reaction, nothing more”. The thief scoffed, settling more securely over her, “not a very smart one if you intend to stay alive”, he whispered as he pinned her wrists above her head to prove his point. Eira bucked underneath him trying to get him off, but the thief wouldn’t budge. ‘Sweet Dibella, this wasn’t the smartest thing to do if she keeps moving like that’. Finally she stilled, opting for simply glaring at her rescuer turned captor and letting out a soft “let go”. Cynric smirked at his victory and got up, pulling her with him.
Cynric threw her an apple and quickly packed up the small camp. When he was finished he untied his horse and before she could mount the steed herself, he’d lifted her in the saddle again, much to her chagrin. She didn’t say anything though as he jumped up behind her, once more wrapping his arms around her to take the reins and leading the horse away. They didn’t camp again until they made it out of the mountains, stopping only for short moments to eat and drink and let the horse rest a bit. There was a tension between them that he couldn’t explain. Actually, he could, he just didn’t want to, didn’t want to believe how tempted he was by the little minx, innocent though she was.
It took them two days to get through the mountain pass and passed Belkarth, but they’d made it through safely. When they made it out of the sandy plains and into a more forested area, Cynric led the horse to small clearing that was shaded by trees and stopped it. There was a small pool of clear water, making it suitable for camp. He dismounted the horse and watched as Eira jumped off herself. “We’ll rest up here and continue on tonight”, he explained as he tied the horse to a tree. “Why do we travel by night? Isn’t it safer to travel during the day?” “Probably, but if we leave by night we’ll reach Elinhir in the morning”. “If we continue now we could sleep more comfortably in an inn”, she countered. “I don’t care about comforts right now, I just want to get the job done”.
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Re: Innocent (4/?)
Date: 2013-07-09 02:34 pm (UTC)The girl nodded, eyes narrowed momentarily before quickly sitting down, taking the meat he offered. “Thank you… erm… I don’t know your name?” she said softly. “Cynric… Cynric Endell” he answered without thought. “Thank you for the food, and for getting me out of there, Cynric” she said. ‘Gods, preserve me’, he thought as his name rolled of her tongue. “I’m Eira” she offered softly. They were silent after that, both enjoying the food. “You should get some sleep, we’ll leave in a few hours” he said after they’d eaten their food. Eira nodded and looked around the camp. “I don’t have a spare, take my bedroll”, Cynric sighed. Eira nodded her thanks and quickly settled in, falling asleep almost instantly.
Eira woke to a hand on her shoulder, shaking her. She instantly went on the defensive, grabbing the hand and pulling in an attempt to throw him over her shoulder. Her movement were slow and groggy though and she hadn’t yet mastered the technique, so she ended up pulling him on top of her instead. They both released a whoosh of air at the impact, eyes locked and slightly widened in shock. “Well, you could have just said so if you wanted me, no need to become all violent”, Cynric stated dryly. Eira’s eyes narrowed as she attempted to push him off “it was a reaction, nothing more”. The thief scoffed, settling more securely over her, “not a very smart one if you intend to stay alive”, he whispered as he pinned her wrists above her head to prove his point. Eira bucked underneath him trying to get him off, but the thief wouldn’t budge. ‘Sweet Dibella, this wasn’t the smartest thing to do if she keeps moving like that’. Finally she stilled, opting for simply glaring at her rescuer turned captor and letting out a soft “let go”. Cynric smirked at his victory and got up, pulling her with him.
Cynric threw her an apple and quickly packed up the small camp. When he was finished he untied his horse and before she could mount the steed herself, he’d lifted her in the saddle again, much to her chagrin. She didn’t say anything though as he jumped up behind her, once more wrapping his arms around her to take the reins and leading the horse away. They didn’t camp again until they made it out of the mountains, stopping only for short moments to eat and drink and let the horse rest a bit. There was a tension between them that he couldn’t explain. Actually, he could, he just didn’t want to, didn’t want to believe how tempted he was by the little minx, innocent though she was.
It took them two days to get through the mountain pass and passed Belkarth, but they’d made it through safely. When they made it out of the sandy plains and into a more forested area, Cynric led the horse to small clearing that was shaded by trees and stopped it. There was a small pool of clear water, making it suitable for camp. He dismounted the horse and watched as Eira jumped off herself. “We’ll rest up here and continue on tonight”, he explained as he tied the horse to a tree. “Why do we travel by night? Isn’t it safer to travel during the day?” “Probably, but if we leave by night we’ll reach Elinhir in the morning”. “If we continue now we could sleep more comfortably in an inn”, she countered. “I don’t care about comforts right now, I just want to get the job done”.