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 Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 7:11 pm
Jakkoa lay on his back, eyes shut, one hand resting loose atop his stomach, and the full swath of his honey-gold locks draped over the back lip of the family wagon. Overhead, Sauti’s sky was an open, piercing blue, unmarred by a single cloud and bright with late morning, and over the countryside, a skittish breeze danced—not quite warm yet, but flirting with the concept. It tickled his hair and his cheek and lashes, and he ought to, perhaps, have been doing something. He would have been told as much, surely, if anyone caught him — Stop lazing, Jak, do you think there is nothing to be done? — and generally, it wasn’t even his preference to sit idle.
But since a fortnight or so ago, their emergency dealing with a local healer and the conclusions he’d come to in that process, his mind had been so busy, sometimes he forgot to keep his hands working, and on occasion, a moment to himself—just to think—was pleasant. Since that night, Amarda’s state had improved, if minimally, and they had finished their trip down to the far southwestern corner of Sauti to the tiny ink-stain on a map that was Tind—and the Farys family that dwelt there.
Friends of his father, as everyone seemed to be in some fashion, their connection went back many years—before Jakkoa’s conception, so far as he knew, and when in the area, they had paid visits to the family in the past. Jakkoa was not unfond. Staying with a grounded family meant less work on a daily basis that came as a necessary result of traveling. It gave his own family time to rest, particularly Amarda, and it was never boring, at least, to stay with others. Particularly when the specific ‘others’ included a band of nine sons.
While in other instances he might have viewed that as an opportunity waiting to be seized, however, as it stood, Jakkoa’s focus was elsewhere: on the words of the healer, on his own magical ineptitude, on the task before him and, specifically, how to go about setting out into the world on his own without fear of not surviving the journey. He thumbed over the orange beads now strung loosely at his hip, back and forth with the pad of his finger.
The bubble up of distant laughter and youthful voices followed by playful shrieks muffled by the wind and space between, made Jak’s hand pause, temporarily. Then, he pushed to a sit, shifting and draping his legs over the wagon lip before pushing off to the ground. He was here, now, and much as he had to think about, a number of his dilemmas would not be solved through deliberation alone. Perhaps he was not immediately of a mind to personally test which of the Farys brothers was most welcoming in other ways to his advances, but that did not mean they didn’t still present opportunities of the sort he did need. Perhaps one of them knew someone trustworthy traveling in the direction he desired to head, or perhaps…
Jakkoa’s eyes wandered as he walked, listening. If there was one thing he knew surely when it came to people, it was that getting what he needed or wanted from them never came from laying back idle. Engaging himself, though, often-enough brought with it unexpected information, and if, in his round-about wander of the property he happened to come upon a conversation that didn’t sound as though it was meant to be entirely public—well, that wasn’t his fault, was it? And far be it from him to scoff on an opening given him by chance.
So, if at that point in his wandering Jakkoa elected to pause and enjoy the beautiful morning from a vantage point where he could hear clearly, but not be immediately seen, he wasn’t about to feel especially guilty about it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 7:14 pm
Returning from a northern expedition had been been as peaceful as Hargitt had been led to believe. Sweet tales of welcoming arms, a bountiful feast, and a day dedicated to resting his spirit was all that had propelled the Sauti native forward these past few weeks. His brothers abandoned their duties with the herd, and like insects clamoring to a sweet flower, all had come to welcome him home. At the time it had been touching; a welcome reprieve from days spent in tense stillness, waiting with baited breath for the next foul word to ooze from his Uncle’s lips. Then came the news of something far worse.
“Mama and Papa have a girl at the house!” Tivis squealed. The way he spoke was as if she were some rare creature the likes of which the boy had never seen. Hargitt didn’t put much stock into it. Obviously they intended to marry off Merritt, whom was the eldest and had yet to find himself a partner. They had spoken of it for years, so Hargitt wasn’t surprised to see the little slip of a girl waiting for them back at the homestead. What he hadn’t been prepared for was the all encompassing look she’d given him, as if she were assessing his worth with her eyes, and what came from his father’s mouth.
“Hargitt, this is Flyssa. She’s to be your wife.”
Wife? Several days later and the word still made him ill. His parents thought he was becoming too reclusive, and that Flyssa might bring him out of his depression. Were they insane?! A forced marriage wouldn’t open him up anymore than cutting off his right hand! Worse yet he couldn’t catch a moment to himself to process the information. It had been bad enough when the little chit tried to attach herself to his hip, but what few moments he had been able to spare were gone now that friends of his parent’s were staying with them as well. Thankfully that alone had been enough to deter Flyssa; she hadn’t wanted to intrude, but had promised to visit every day.
With years of tracking and hiding under his belt Hargitt had managed to avoid her for the most part. Of course, this also meant spending less time around their guests, which wasn’t entirely a bad thing. The sheer volume of his family overwhelmed him on the best of days, so the crowd at his home was close to driving him mad.
Hargitt placed himself behind a rather large outcropping of boulders, keen on retrieving fresh water for the lot, when a trill of giggling caught up to him. He whipped his head around, eyes as clear as the ice itself looking down to his betrothed.
“I thought I might find you here.” A pity she wasn’t outright ugly. Perhaps if she had been then Hargitt could have dispensed with her on false vanity alone, but Flyssa was a natural sort of beauty. She wasn’t enchanting, nor was she homely; just a soft, average sort of girl. Her eyes were a dark cobalt blue that seemed to swallow her face, but the tanned curls which framed those orbs made her seem ethereal. Hargitt might have loved her if not for two, main reasons; the first being there was no love in an arranged marriage, and the second was that he simply wasn’t into women.
Did she know? Or did she even care?
“I don’t know what your problem is, but you better start being nicer to me if we’re going to be married. It’s cute now, but the whole ‘mysterious’ bit is going to get old someday.” She moved closer to him, despite the coldness in his eyes. Flyssa touched the skin of his forearm, reveling in the hardness of the muscles beneath her touch, and when he didn’t pull away she took that as a sign to push forward. “Why won’t you kiss me? You can close your eyes and pretend that it’s someone else for a while. I won’t mind.”
Hargitt moved his arm away from her, and snatched Flyssa’s wrist. “I won’t. I will not pretend you are someone you aren’t, and I will not kiss you because I will not marry you.”
“You have to.” Even though her eyes looked scared, intimidated perhaps by his size or the raspy, graveled quality of his voice, she wouldn't back down. “You don’t have a choice. By the end of the week we’ll be man and wife, so you better get used to it!”
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 7:15 pm
Jak hadn’t been sure exactly what to expect, of course. His experience with the parade of brothers was reasonably limited, all things considered, their visits to the family each fairly far between and there were so many of them. It was easy to lose track. This, though, sounded like one of those in the older half, close to his own age, guessing on voice alone—and in the company of a lady friend.
Perhaps that ought to have been enough to deter him. Certainly it wasn’t his business, but besides that, there was very little useful he was likely to learn from eavesdropping on a happy couple that had taken the time out to seek privacy and discuss—
Jak blinked, eyebrows twitching upward.
—their upcoming wedding?
Though he had no immediate experience with it, Jakkoa had always had the impression that weddings were a grand, treasured, and exciting event. Enough so, surely, that he ought to have heard something of it in the time he had been around thus far. Situation as it was, Jak might have next leaped to the conclusion that this explained why one of the brothers hadn’t been around so often. Sneaking out to see one’s soon-to-be-wife struck him as a very normal, understandable pursuit for a virile young man of that age range. Loathe though he would be personally to be wedded so early, it wasn’t difficult to believe.
Except that that, obviously was not the case as demonstrated by the next handful of exchanges, and Jakkoa tipped his head, vague disinterest slipping into something more akin to amusement and—pity?—because if nothing else, gods above did the young woman sound forward about it all.
Normally, he still didn’t suppose he would have interceded at that point, but some combination of small factors seemed to tilt the scale just enough, that he found himself moving. He had meant to talk to one of the elder brothers, after all, and who better than this? The shy one, with a problem already on his hands. In Jakkoa’s opinion, there were few better ways to begin an exchange than by solving someone else’s problem, handily starting the interaction off with the other party already in debt.
He rounded the corner of the rocky outcropping, and immediately upon ‘seeing’ the man—Hargitt? Was that this one?—began, “Here you are, I—” Then, though, he paused, blinking as though surprised to find he had company. “My apologies, am I interrupting something? I was actually looking for you,” he said, “hoping to discuss something in…private a moment, but if I found you at a bad time…”
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 7:27 pm
Hargitt wasn't entirely sure what he disliked more about Flyssa. Her shrill voice, demanding attitude, and utter disregard for his wants ranked as high as the general fact that he was likely going to be stuck with her for eternity. How had he ever thought she was mildly pretty? Was it when she was still trying to be sweet to him, or had it been just before she tried to smack him? Which he found amusing, to say the least; she was simply to short to reach.
Thus far he had been woefully unaware of their secret company, but the situation was quick to change. Hargitt dropped the chit's wrist as if she were aflame the moment the other male opened his mouth. For an outside party the act might have displayed guilt for a partner caught in the act, but Hargitt was simply embarrassed beyond all belief. How much had he heard? And who....who was this? Hargitt knew he was part of the caravan that had stopped, but he'd been gone so many times when they had been around that the very, very golden man's name slipped his mind.
Flyssa seemed to be less at a loss for words than Hargitt. While he couldn't quite wrap his mind around the third's appearance, she was quick to intercede, "I'm sorry, but whatever business you have with Hargitt will have to wait. We're in the middle of a very important conversation." At least she knew enough to keep their betrothal a secret.
"No, it won't." Hargitt's deep, rasping voice echoed against the stone. He passed a hard look to Flyssa, before softening, and only slightly, in pure confusion, to the other. "You were looking for me?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 8:27 am
Jakkoa’s eyebrows twitched upwards, gaze darting from the larger man’s immediate withdrawal from the woman to her, and back. Evidently, whatever their situation, this was not a ‘happy’ marriage-to-be in the traditional sense — even more obvious now between their combined body language and expressions than it had been before, with the man’s ardent verbal refusal. Tucking that information away for later use, Jak managed a smile for the Farys brother which thinned when he turned his focus to his female company.
“I won’t be long,” he said. “I promise. Only a quick word and then he’s…” Jak cleared his throat, the faintest sliver of amusement creeping into his tone, “…‘all yours,’ mm?” Turning his gaze back and upward to Hargitt, he raised his eyebrows in invitation, for really, this tactic would only work if the ‘imperiled’ man cooperated. “And yes, I was looking for you. May I steal you a moment? I’ll be quick about it, and then…” His eyes flit down over the man and truly, he was sizeable, wasn’t he? He didn’t recall any of them being quite so imposing last they had visited, but that, he supposed, was the work of time. “Then I’ll return you to your lady company for whatever you have left to discuss with my sincerest apologies for the interruption.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2016 8:46 am
That faint sliver of amusement in Jak's tone did nothing for Hargitt. If anything his lips thinned, pressing into a firm, stoic line that masked whatever urges he had to flee at that moment. Those eyes, however...they pulled more out of him than that, and Hargitt begrudgingly realized that whatever this slip of a man was doing to help him, it would only work with his help.
"...You never have to ask." Was that it? Was that what he should have said? It wasn't hard to look at the smaller man as if he were desirable, that part Hargitt had no problem with, even if he wasn't exactly his type. This one was far too feminine, much to coy, but he was conveniently helping by offering an escape from the harpy. Hargitt knew instinctively that he was walking away from one trap into another, though the question was would this one end any better?
He was aware of a woman's loud, exasperate huff before he ever noticed that Flyssa was walking away from them. Hargitt passed a look to Jak before following her a ways, just enough to make sure she was going back towards the farm and not hiding out behind another stone. Her little feet were stamping on the hard packed earth like an angry Quhar the whole time. It was hard to keep the amused smirk off his lips, but Hargitt managed.
When he turned around he gave a quick nod with his head, indicating that the other should follow him. "Too open here." Hargitt didn't wait for a response; he merely started to walk in that languid, predatory stride of his. He led the way to a secret little alcove where only his mother seemed to go these days, and only to speak to her lover. It made Hargitt sick to think about being in the same spot as...that nasty business, but it was the only safe spot he could think of right now.
At least he had the added assurance of knowing for certain that she was back at the house.
Once they reached the spot he rounded on Jak, "Why were you spying on us? And why did you say those things?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2016 9:31 am
‘You never have to ask.’
As the woman huffed and retreated from them, Jakkoa’s eyebrows rose, his expression betraying his surprise at first—and then the undercurrent of humor that followed because he couldn’t very well have asked for it to be any easier, could he? With the sound of her stamping feet and flustered, out-of-earshot complaints as a backdrop, Jak followed without question, though he did first make note of their position and direction, that he wouldn’t be lost and could find his way back again if need be. It was a pleasant walk, if mildly perplexing in its secrecy, and as they made it into a private, thoroughly tucked away little alcove on the property, Jakkoa had to wonder just how confidential news of this upcoming engagement was meant to be.
The abruptness with which his larger company rounded on him made him skitter to a stop, only just avoiding walking flat into him, and at the accusation, Jak pursed his lips.
“Spying on you?” he parroted. “‘Thank you,’ perhaps,” he said. “‘I appreciate you getting me out of that. You probably don’t know it, but you arrived at a convenient time.’ Unless I deeply misinterpreted, you sounded as though you would appreciate an excuse to step out for a moment, but by the goddess, if I was mistaken, you may take my apology for its worth and return to her immediately.”
Jak took a moment, giving the words opportunity to settle and making sure to look duly ‘hurt’ by the accusation before drawing a breath, folding his arms ‘protectively’ across his chest, and tipping a hip out a half inch to the side, lashes dipping as he eyed the earth.
“I don’t know what impression you were under, but I wasn’t meaning to spy on anyone, and I am sorry if you felt that way. I was walking about the property and looking for either you or one of your elder brothers to speak with. Of course I didn’t know what to expect when I first heard your conversation, but you sounded distressed, and it seemed appropriate to intervene. Forgive my brashness if it was misplaced. If you could direct me to someone else more open to conversation, I would be happy to find your betrothed and let her know your whereabouts…”
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 10:58 am
Much to his chagrin, Hargitt found that his smaller companion was right. His boots shuffled on loose stone, forcing his hips to roll just enough so that the crystals on his legs brushed against the sedimentary walls that encased him. There was just enough room for the smaller male to moved around the alcove should he choose, mostly because Hargitt had his back literally pressed against a wall.
"Sorry." It seemed laughable, after hearing such a long tirade to bluntly come back with a single word. Hargitt wasn't going to explain himself, however; there was no point in telling why he'd acted as he had, not when it took all of his mental efforts just to stick around and not be completely rude by vanishing. He did, however, feel bad for having falsely accused the smaller, brighter man. There may or may not have been spying involved, but Hargitt knew now more than ever that there were no true 'secret' places near his home.
"And thank you." After a brief paused he asked, "Why were you looking for one of us?" It shouldn't have been difficult to find one of his brothers; they should have all been at the yurt or with the herd.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 3:08 pm
Jakkoa tipped his head. Watching. Listening. Not that there was a great lot coming out of the larger man’s mouth, but an apology was a good start, and he did manage to look genuinely abashed, all of which worked in his favor, so far as Jak was concerned. After the question, he hummed, relaxing his posture and giving a small, ‘uncertain’ smile.
“It…has a long and unnecessary story to go with it, but the short of it all is that I’m meaning to travel fairly extensively, soon. Through and out of Sauti. But I’m not of a mind to do so completely unaccompanied. Even under the best of circumstances, traveling alone is foolish, but…the matter of finding someone willing and suitable is another matter entirely, particularly with limited funds—not that I especially want a stranger as as an escort, either. I was hoping, versed in the area as you are and well as you must know those who make their way through these parts…either one of you, or someone you might be able to introduce me to would be interested in making their way out of the area for a time. Of course, it would be ideal if you or one of your brothers were personally willing, since I am in more of a position to trust family my family has known, but…I understand you in particular are…”
He flicked his fingers, eyeing Hargitt pointedly.
“…a little more tied up with obligation than I realized? Which is completely understandable. Unfortunate for me, but I wasn’t betting on being quite so fortunate as to necessarily find any of you willing or in a position to leave…still, I thought perhaps you might point me in a useful direction nonetheless…”
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 12:04 pm
It didn't surprise to see that this man was looking for an escort. While Sauti was full of nomads, none would be quite as intimidating as a Farys boy. Save for a few (those being the younger boys) each were like a small mountain unto themselves. Silas normally took care of offers like this, though, none had extended outside of Sauti. Even if his elder brother had wanted to change his travel routes he had been in Zena for quite a while now, leaving his younger brother with quite the predicament.
"Try Merritt." Of course, while Hargitt would have been the first logical choice, he also wanted big on traveling with strangers and his elder brother was much more social.
That pointed look reminded him exactly why he wouldn't be able to volunteer, even if he were the volunteering sort. "If I thought that they wouldn't have her waiting on me when I returned I would go with you personally." Of course, in his mind, there was no way out of this, so what did it matter if he tossed up a non-sensible idea like that?
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 6:26 pm
Merritt.
Though pleased to get a name to begin with, Jakkoa found himself distracted from any further questioning on the subject of his brother by the last statement, which earned the larger man raised eyebrows and curious bafflement on Jakkoa’s part.
“Still waiting for you,” he repeated, arms folding again as his gaze flicked up Hargitt’s frame, assessing. “You do make that sound like a great chore, and if so for you, then surely at least as much for her. How did you get yourself into such a ridiculous predicament? If you’ve no interest in the woman, tell her, or them. Or, gods, if you needed to and it would save both you and another breathing soul time and heartache, lie. Tell them…”
Jakkoa couldn’t have said what precisely inspired the next words, other than that Hargitt’s looming and fidgeting to cram himself back against the stone did nothing to hide his raw size, and Jak found all of it to be an easy place to rest his eyes. Thus, the corner of his lip edged up, and he lifted his stare, meeting Hargitt’s.
“Tell them you’re only interested in men and it simply won’t work out. Or that you have a secret lover stashed away somewhere, and it wouldn’t do. Quite honestly, it doesn’t matter especially much to me who of you has the time or incentive, so long as I find trustworthy company, but it does seem as though you could use any good excuse to be…away for a while, and if you’re as disinterested in her as it sounds, it would truly only be a favor to you both…”
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 9:48 am
"...parents." Realizing that the answer provided would be as helpful as a moracker pulling a cart, Hargitt cleared his throat and elaborated. Some. "Her family is wealthy. I'm single and they think I spend too much time on my own." What better way to cure their son's 'depression' than to forcibly marry him to a complete stranger? Hargitt failed to see the sense in it. Wouldn't that make his depression worse, if he even was depressed?
Glacial blue met sunshine yellow when Hargitt looked at Jak. He quirked his eyebrow, lifting the solitary patch of hair into his wild bangs and almost causing it to disappear from view. "If it were that easy I would have tried it already. They won't believe words. Only proof, and I have no lover to show them. " He wasn't as handsome as Silas, nor as easy with his words as Merritt. Even his younger brothers had an easy going way about them that drew others in, but Hargitt...
If he were looking for a romantic relationship it wouldn't be with himself. He would assume most would want someone more talkative, who could smile and laugh, but also be exceedingly passionate. Someone for an instant connection, and he'd always spurned things like that. To find someone even for a lie would be difficult, impossible at best, and Hargitt didn't have the time.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 10:26 am
Jakkoa stared, expression caught between miffed and amused, not quite believing it could all be quite so simple as it was being presented. Then again, he supposed it was possible the other wouldn’t be willing to put on an act with a man if he were hard bent on women, but—it never hurt to ask, when the end result benefited him if it went well.
“Well,” he said at length. “Evidently I don’t know all the details, and depending on how much your parents know of what exactly you get up to in all this ‘time alone’ I can’t be the judge yet of how convincing or plausible it would be. Nor am I familiar with your taste in lovers and their familiarity with that, but…if all you need is a smiling face in person hooked on your arm and admitting to a secret affair with you all along and all I need is a guard…I happen to be very practiced at smiling, and would be happy to tell your family whatever you think would be most convincing in terms of how deep my affection for you spans and how many long hours we’ve dedicated to furtively finding each other’s company out of the eyes of everyone else…”
Jak tipped his head, lips curved up and demeanor actively toeing the line between composed and teasing. “Or, I could speak with Merritt as you suggest, and leave you in peace to work out the small knots currently present in your working engagement. She’s clearly interested…” Jakkoa’s eyes flicked down Hargitt’s frame, a glance he made no effort to conceal or downplay, “…and I don’t suppose I can fault her for that.”
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 8:12 am
Hargitt's stance lost some of it's tension due only to the shock that ran through him. What was this guy thinking? Did he understand the gravity or the implications of what he proposed? This wasn't a game that could be swept under the rug later when they no longer wished to play; this was their very lives on the line.
His mouth opened a fraction, as if the phrase 'are you mad?' was sitting on his very lips. However, Hargitt closed it with a tight lipped frown. His hands were tied; Hargitt didn't wish to spend the rest of his days avoiding his wife, though neither did he want to leave Sauti on an expedition. It was likely to be dangerous, fraught with unknown perils and...it sounded so much more better than marrying Flyssa.
"I have never brought a lover anywhere near my family so they wouldn't know my tastes." The only who might have any suspicion would be his Uncle. And yet, the man never paid that much attention to him so it should be fine. "Nothing short of another proposed marriage will change their minds. If I'm to get out of one, I have to be in another."
He had no doubt that this very bright man could make a convincing partner, what with his brazen looks over Hargitt's physique and his silver tongue. It was madness; pure madness, but if he really could free him from that harpy...
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 11:15 am
Jakkoa studied the chain of reactions from relaxed befuddlement to downright bafflement, and around again as the man weighed his options. When he spoke, though, Jak’s posture, too, eased, his mind sifting through the information given and potential options. It was a bit of a wild proposal, and he had been half-kidding when he first voiced it, but given the reactions it received, if it was what it took to make things run smoothly and in his favor for the moment, he saw no real drawbacks—only complications to grapple with. He hummed, and reached up, carding one finger through his hair in thought.
“Well. It helps us, certainly, that they have no sense of your preferences. If anything, bringing me in as your clandestine male beloved will make the secret-keeping seem all the more reasoned and your objections to your newest fiancée validated if all along you’ve harbored this closeted, forbidden lust for the more rugged sex, and just could not bare to admit…” Sensing that, perhaps, this was not the best line of conversation to dwell overly much on, Jak moved on. “In any case, if we are ‘to be wed’ and convincing about our passionate and unquenchable thirst for each other, we should get to know each other…”
Shifting his weight, Jakkoa held out a hand.
“Though I’m sure we’ve been introduced before, I don’t actually remember the last time, so…I am Jakkoa. You are Hargitt, are you not? You’re the…” Jak tipped his head. “Second-born? Third? Regardless, I am nineteen summers of age. I came into the world in early spring, in Zena’s mountain range. I enjoy music and dancing, meeting new people, and the way the sunset looks in early winter when the stars are just beginning to show but only faintly in the orange-painted pink sky. Oh, and clothes, and bargaining for near anything of interest, for that matter. Particularly expertly-crafted jewelry…”
He glanced up Hargitt, and then gave a smile that didn’t quite manage to be coy.
“You know, if we are going to pass as lovers, we should likely kiss…just in case we are put on the spot to do so, it wouldn’t hurt not to look preposterously awkward the first time we attempt. And you seem the stiff sort. It might be helpful to make it less of an…ordeal.”
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