Private Tales South for the Winter

[Seryn Lusce]

It was proved that having left when Paetr had suggested, Seryn had been able to organise most of her things back home to be transported after her departure. The Manor seemed to be buzzing with life, as maids and footmen made haste in helping the Lady pack her things. Many of her dresses were carefully wrapped in soft paper and stowed away in several trunks.

It was not until dawn that Seryn and Paetr were in his carriage, travelling to the inn he had mentioned hours ago.

This was also her first opportunity to sleep, for her head rested in his lap as she curled up on the seat. One hand held the space above his knee, her face soft as dreams weaved in and out of her subconscious. For the first time in a long while, Seryn was able to sleep, for her slumber was often disturbed with anxiety and longing to see Paetr.

Now? Now Seryn no longer had to wait to see him. She was to return to her true home, to Paetr's home, and soon, they shall be married.

 

[Paetr]

It was quaint, Paetr thought to himself. The warm hearth, the round wooden tables. Even the two simple peasants who brought breakfast out.

That too, was a simple affair. Each person staying was brought a wooden plate with slices of cheese, thick chunks of bread and a little bowl of warm dripping.

The simple glamour made them appear human. Paetr smiled as he took a swig of a very bland ale.

He did not say thank you. Please, thank you and sorry we're phrases that carried weight among the fae. They were not to be used lightly. They were binding.

Paetr had let Seryn sleep, disturbing her only enough to guide her to a bed.

"We will use a portal stone to the coast and then take a boat," he said. "You must have missed something about our home?"

 

[Seryn Lusce]

"The flowers... that only bloomed or were the most alive at night." She smiled, tired, exhausted, spent. Seryn knelt before the trunk that housed her travelling fashions and other amenities she may need. Puling out a silk night dress, she smoothed a hand over the sage hue, smiling. "But most of all, I do miss my Mother. And Saang. And you, when you are not visiting me."

She turned to see where Paetr stood in the room. He did not look human to her, not when the glamour was made for the humans and not her own fae sight.

"Now, my dearest, I do not have a maid with me... will you help me with the laces?" Seryn stood, turning to have her back facing him as her hand gathered her hair to one side.

 

[Paetr]

"I like the song of the winds at night across the tundra," Paetr said.

They cut through the mountain peaks and whistled. The winds could lift the snow when it was hard and dry. Moonbeams could cut colour those winds.

They were pleasant, when you had warm shelter and a fire.

Paetr took two long strides to stand behind her. He towered above his beloved, letting his hands rest on her shoulders.

"You must be exhausted," he said softly. Both hands skimmed inwards and started on the laces of her dress.

 

[Seryn Lusce]

"I am." She smiled, doing her best not to fall into his touch when she truly needed out from her dress after all that travel to get here. "I could sleep all night and through the day. Never have felt like this before in my life!"

That being the truth of it, and that Seryn had led an often quiet life that did little to make her weary.

Her hands held the bodice of her dress to her frame, careful not to let it fall to the floor so she could keep it wrinkle free. As it loosened, she gently stepped out from it and was left in her underdress and her sheer stockings. Seryn crossed the room to gently lay the dress she had made across one of her travel trunks.

"The wind had always scared me. The harsh whistle of it at my window..."