(514-09-18) Breakfast and a Walk
Summary: Yorrick and Enfys happen to meet up at Wainwright's Inn at breakfast, and plan to meet up a little later for conversation and a walk along the river near the tourney encampment.
Date: September 18, 514
Related: Failed First Impressions, Second Impressions are Better
enfys yorrick morfyd 


Many of those that visit the Inn at this time of the evening are out for the horse race. Yorrick, frankly, finds the horse race boring for reasons untold as of yet as the knight is sitting at a table, helping himself to a hearty vegetable stew and a roasted rabbit, the man has a ravenous appetite that belies his build - there's no telling where he packs it all away - but he usually works it off quickly.

For reasons that could be understood, Enfys is not out enjoying the horseracing either, even if one of her brothers is taking part in it. Not quite as much fun when you can't see the riders and horses and only know what's going on by the shouts and curses of the crowd around you! So, taking advantage of the fact that most are off watching the events, Enfys and Morfyd arrive at the inn that has promised to serve a most delicious meal. "They are not too busy are they?" The question is asked aside of her cousin when they step inside, one that gets an assurance from Morfyd. "Let us find ourselves a place to sit.." The words given even as the darker haired cousin leads the blond through the room and other occupied tables, not paying attention yet to whom is seated at all.

Success
Yorrick checked his awareness of 13, he rolled 4.
Success
Yorrick checked his energetic of 16, he rolled 1.

The knight, sitting at a table, hears the voice of the young woman and her companion and Yorrick lifts his head as he raises his hand. "Enfys!" Sure, she gets an enthusastic greeting, as "Morfyd. Come, I have.. well, plenty of room at my table, should you wish to join me, m'ladies." the young man offers with a brilliant smile that maybe he hopes Enfys can hear even if she can't see.

At the call of her name, Enfys pauses to turn her head, her face seeming to look in his direction, "Sir Yorrick?" Surprise colors her voice, and laughter bubbles within it's tones as she gestures to Morfyd, "Please, let us go sit with him?" Finding no reason not to share the knight's table, especially knowing that it might well get crowded with people coming in soon enough, the young lady turns to guide her cousin towards his table, "Thank you ever so much, Sir. I hope you have faired well today?" Placing her hand upon the back of the chair, Morfyd allows Enf to pull it out to take a seat, then does so with another chair herself after offering Yorrick a polite nod and greeting.

Yorrick never allows Morfyd to do such a thing. He's proper enough to rise and make for pulling out the chair for Morfyd after she does so for Enfys. After that's done, he moves to take his own seat agin, and chuckles. "Most everyone is off for the horse races. I decided it would be a good chance to get to the food while there was plenty." he says, not immediately reaching to take Enfys' hand as he did the night before, the two of them a chaste distance apart. "I heard the Bard of Sarum made an appearance at the Boar's Beard today."

Such manners he has leaves Morfyd smiling at the young man a little, thanking him as he retakes his seat. Enfys laughs softly, "One of my brothers are in the race, but for me.. not as exciting a thing to watch..or listen too." Amusement shows in expression and tone, the young lady chuckling for a moment, "And so is there enough for you? It smells wonderful." A sniff of the air having been taken as they joined him at his table, "A stew? Fresh bread?" Already her mouth is watering. When he mentions the Bard, she draws back, "He did? Oh… I missed it!" Now she's going to pout, for that is one performance she'd hoped to attend! "Here is hoping I might hear his next." Not doubting for a moment that the Bard won his round!

Success
Enfys checked her awareness of 15, she rolled 13.

"I am not sure, and I'm not one of rumor, but he performed against Lady Newton?" Yorrick suggests as he grins, looking at his small feast. "It has been a busy day, m'lady, I have built up an appetite.." And that's not quite all. Enfys, once she's set will feel something wet on her ankle, Biscuit is hiding under the table and licks the young Lady's ankles, snuffling at her before he moves back to Yorrick, where the young man shares some of the rabbit with him.

Success
Enfys checked her recognize of 5, she rolled 3.

Enfys considers the name for a moment, then ohs, "Lady Vesper de Newton?" She's heard of the lady's name, remembers her first performance, "She did so well in the first round, surely she cannot fault for falling this one to the Bard of all people." Even she would have been truly awed by being on the same stage as the man! Feeling the lick to her ankle, she gasps softly, and instead of doing what most people would do - look under the table - she giggles, "Biscuit?" She asks of Yorrick quietly, a brow raised as she tsks the man playfully, "Are you feeding him from your plate?" She wonders of the knight.

Success
Yorrick checked his honest of 13, he rolled 1.

"We have had a busy day of training, I was sharing a treat, yes." Yorrick admits as he smiles. "And as you know.. I cannot carry a tune in a bucket. I fear, if we were to have any hope of survival should we have to relying on singing to get us out of a tough spot, you will have to rescue me, surely, my Imp." .. he's flirting, maybe?

Success
Yorrick checked his flirting of 8, he rolled 2.

"Don't let the innkeeper find out.." But it would seem Enfys is all about helping him hide his little secret beneath the table. With her and Morfyd's skirts helping, surely it won't be a hard thing to keep the pup hidden! "What sort of training did you do today?" Curious is she, though as he teases her, she blushes, head ducking for a moment, "I.. would lend a hand.. if I could." He's managed to make her stumble over her words! Self-conscious a little!

Yorrick relents, not wanting to drive her to further embarrassment at his compliments as he smiles. "We worked on tracking today. He was able to follow a scent.. well.. for about half the camp. And then he wanted to play. It will take some time to get him better trained - and a professional's hand. I am just enjoying his company while I can. I hope, should I have a family, that we would have puppies for them to play with, if my Lady were to approve of such things." He admits as he moves to take a bite of the rabbit, keeping his attention of the two ladies.

Failed.
Enfys checked her flirting of 3, she rolled 10.

Enfys would attempt to flirt back, but she is flustered just a little. Not quite used to having such attention upon herself, at least, not outside the arena of her music. A whole new world for her - and likely one reason she became attracted to the younger bard so quickly the other day! "Sounds like he did well though. Surely a treat of meat then is a good reward for a job well done." Morfyd is certain to place an order for the pair of them when the server comes by the table, leaving Enfys free to continue her conversation with Yorrick. Now comes the fun part - is she aware that he is not specifically talking about herself in the last bit or not? It would seem she thinks so, for a surprised look comes to her expression and she stammers, "I.. I would approve, but are you.. we only just met!" Arranged marriages have happened with less knowledge of bride and groom before!

Success
Yorrick checked his prudent of 10, he rolled 9.

"I.. uh.." Now it's Yorrick's turn to be flustered. "I mean.. if something were to come to suggest we would be married, yes, of course!" the young man says, the blushing of his face serving to further darken the freckles that mark his skin as he swallows some mead quickly. "..I.. uh.. wow." he says as he breathes out, laughing a little to himself. "Of course.. we could always imagine..?"

Success
Yorrick checked his flirting of 8, he rolled 1.

And then realization comes, and Enfys picks up he meant 'my Lady' in general, and not speaking about her in specific. Whooops! Blushing all the more, she begins to finally laugh, to reach out lightly along one edge of the table as to not knock into his food or drink, so she might capture his hand and offer a squeeze, "It is fine. I misunderstood you." Still laughing, she tilts her head, "Imagine? You… you would find pleasure in such?" In being betrothed to her of all people.

Seeing her hand reach out, Yorrick captures hers in his. "I wouldn't see why not.." the knight offers as his fingers play to hers. "I see.. a fair beauty, with a laugh that touches my heart. I have yet to hear her sing, but I am sure it may set my heart to joy to do such." he admits quietly, already having fallen to her charms. "You do not pity yourself because you don't see, instead, you have embraced it, made it your own, and the voice.. the voice that can speak to the angels, and a beauty which would be an honor to beholden to. I imagine if you were to be with child, you would only glow even more."

Success
Enfys checked her lustful of 7, she rolled 5.
Failed.
Enfys checked her chaste of 13, she rolled 18.
Failed.
Enfys checked her honest of 10, she rolled 15.
Failed.
Enfys checked her deceitful of 10, she rolled 13.

As he takes her hand, the squeeze is given to his, the smile worn warm upon her lips. When he begins to explain himself, her cheeks darken to the point they cannot flush any brighter, her grip tightening a little as she ducks her head. Morfyd stares all the while Enfys becomes shy, words failing her in that moment. A lick of her lips comes, her expression turned thoughtful before she merely blurts out the first thing she is thinking, "You would kiss me? Want me in your bed?" Oh boy, at least she didn't shout it to the inn! Then, clapping her hand over her mouth, her eyes widening, she almost whimpers as she realizes that was her outside voice, and not the quiet inner one such thoughts were meant to use.

Success
Yorrick checked his lustful of 13, he rolled 9.
Success
Yorrick checked his honest of 13, he rolled 11.

Oh dear. As she brings up such thoughts, Yorrick can't help but to feel the stirrings that such young men would feel at being asked a question like that by such a blindingly beautiful woman. His fingers twine with hers, their hands making the gentle affections for each other as he caresses her wrist, the soft skin usually reserved for those that hold her in amor. "…I would. And more." he says, his own voice quiet as he fumbles to say more, reaching for his mug. Wow, did it suddenly get warm in here and it's not just the summer sun.

Failed.
Enfys checked her awareness of 15, she rolled 19.
Success
Enfys checked her honest of 10, she rolled 2.
Success
Enfys makes a check for morfyd chaste at 13, she rolled 9.

Now usually Enfys is very aware of her surroundings. And the people in which she may interact with, picking up on those subtle cues in voice and words. But this afternoon? She's blind. And he's to blame! Morfyd is so surprised bythe turn of the conversation that the poor girl is left merely staring as she listens. It's sort of a trainwreck in a way, yes? Enfys slowly drops her hand from her mouth, leaning in closer towards him as her hand is continued to be held by his, a brush of her thumb against his inner wrist, "More?" Darn that curiosity begging to be quinched when she should just hush right now!

It's about then that Morfyd finally draws herself up and gives a rather loud 'AHEM!' to break up their conversation. Or at least try too. Oh, and their food arrives then, soooo… thank the good lord for the arrival of the server with wine and food, though Enfys makes no hurry to release his hand. Yet.

Failed.
Yorrick checked his chaste of 7, he rolled 15.
Success
Yorrick checked his lustful of 13, he rolled 10.
Success
Yorrick checked his honest of 13, he rolled 10.

Despite Morfyd's horror, Yorrick feels he needs to answer the lady's question as they play with their sensitive flesh without moving closer, even as the food comes in. Perhaps it is her eyes, even if she can't see - they are so beautiful. Or her smile. Or her voice. "…I would hope to keep you full with child, Enfys.. to make many imps of red and blonde curls with you.." he whispers to her, lifting her hand to press a gentle kiss to her palm.

Failed.
Enfys checked her chaste of 13, she rolled 16.
Critical Success!
Enfys checked her lustful of 7, she rolled 7.
Failed.
Enfys checked her honest of 10, she rolled 17.
Success
Enfys checked her deceitful of 10, she rolled 9.

What is it about this young knight who's managed to snag her attention? Bard? What bard? Notice, she isn't even wearing the feather today as she was - this should make her brother happy, right? And yet here she sits, her hand held within the young knight's hand, the feel of his warm skin against her own leaving her with such lustful thoughts! Even while Morfyd clears her throat again, trying to get them to snap out of this moment in which they are caught up in, she is ignored for all the good it does. Even the server's arrival is ignored by the young lady who is caught by his words. When the kiss comes, his lips pressed against her palm, there comes a low sound fromthe young lady, the first whisper of a moan given in surprised desire that finally causes her to pull her hand from his. Fingers curl, hand fisted, brought to her chest as she clears her throat, "That was nice.. I mean.. I would like that or not.. I kiss horribly." Lies somewhere's in there, half told to herself than he.

Poor Morfyd - how exactly can she split them up and keep them away from one another? There's only one of her! Again, there is a clearing of her throat before she touches Enfy's shoulder, "The food and wine is here, cousin. We should eat." NOW her tone suggests.

Critical Success!
Yorrick checked his prudent of 10, he rolled 10.
Success
Yorrick checked his lustful of 13, he rolled 5.

As she withdraws her hand, Yorrick does not pursue, as much as he would enjoy the chase. And the hopeful result. Instead, he lowers his gaze, perhaps realizing that the two of them are being watched and he sighs a little. "I shouldn't speak so openly, m'ladies.. please accept my offer of apology." he manages as he returns to his meal, using both hands..

Though under the table.. Enfys may feel the gentle brush of a foot against her leg through her skirts. There's a way to do this without the cousin seeing.

Failed.
Enfys checked her awarness of , she rolled 4.
Failed.
Enfys checked her awareness of 15, she rolled 18.
Success
Enfys checked her chaste of 13, she rolled 6.

Finally managing to speak up after catching her breath and feeling the warmth in her cheeks, Enfys offers a slight shake her head towardsthe young knight. "All is well. Please.." She dares shoot a 'look' at Morfyd then when her cousin attempts to distract them both with the arrival of the food, "Thank you for such honesty. I do not normally get such to that degree.." Even if his honesty left her a little warm with the thoughts that crossed her mind!

Beneath the table, it's not first apparent just what brushes against her leg, no doubt, thinking it's Biscuit moving around under the table!

As she doesn't respond, Yorrick realizes the moment may be over and he finishes off his meal. The knight reaches down to pick up the squirming puppy before tucking him into his tunic. "I should leave you two to your meal.. Lady Enfys.. if you would like.." He draws in a breath and then venures. "Perhaps I can come to you and we take a walk?"

The suggestion made. No cousin. Just the two of them.

"You do not need to rush off.." Enfys begins, though a nudge from Morfyd says otherwise. She shoots her cousin another look before turning back to the young knight, her cheeks still pink. The offer made, it doesn't take her even a second to accept it, "I would like that very much, Sir. Later this day?" Eager to pin down a time is she!

"Perhaps when you have had your fill of breakfast and I have put Biscuit away?" Yorrick suggests, as he rises to his feet. Eager, he is as well. At this rate, poor Morfyd may be stuck with Biscuit so the two of them may wander off.

"That would be perfect." Enfys quickly agrees, giving her blond head a small nod, "We could meet besides the river near the encampment where we talked the other evening?" A pause, and then adds, "Unless you wished to meet here within the city?" She merely knows it can be difficult for someone not used to guiding her around crowds.

"No, that sounds fine, Enfys. I will meet you there." Yorrick promises as he rises to his feet and goes to smuggle the puppy out, leaving the two to their meal.


At river's edge….

The time might as well have crawled for Yorrick. As he waits where they agreed to meet, he worries. What if she changed her mind? What if this was too fast for the two of them? What if they came to their senses. Instead, the knight paces, almost considering leaving again so that he doesn't embarass her.

Failed.
Enfys checked her prudent of 10, she rolled 18.

Time did not pass quick enough for Enfys either. Firt there was food - as if she could actually eat?!? - and then there was the slow walk back to camp. Taking a moment to make sure her hair is brushed, her dress is clean, and that she isn't sporting food onher face or anything, the young lady finally turns to Morfyd, a tad nervous now. "The guard can take me and remain nearby, but I trust him.." Her cousin doesn't quite like this idea, but finally sighs once she sees that stubborn streak of Enfys', "You know your brothers will lock you up if they find out? At least let me come and stay with the guard?" To this, another shake of her head is given, "No. Go to the market, enjoy a little time to yourself, Morfyd.. please? Go have some fun? Watch a joust, or whatever you want?" Her plea finally gets through to her cousin who grudgingly agrees, but only after talking briefly with the guard that will see to walking Enfys to the river. She will make sure he keeps an eye on his charge!

And then her hand is placed on the man's arm, and he carefully escorts her through the encampment and towards the river where the young knight already paces. He'll be nice and make a slight sound to get his attention so they don't walk up on him unannounced. "Sir.. my lady.." The man waits, and once Yorrick steps up, he'll place Enfys' hand upon his arm, "Please, take care of her?" She's a favorite about the household, and all are a little protective of her in some way. "I'll remain near." The reminder is given to theknight before the guard turns and walks off a distance to lean against another tree. He doesn't seem to pay /them/ too much attention, instead, remaining alert to their surroundings. Just in case.

"I will.." Yorrick promises, a knight's oath given, and for a moment, he can only imagine the young woman's arm being placed in his, and the words being spoken.. for a different reason. "Hullo." he greets Enfys, remaining polite for now, before he takes the first steps, leading the way for the young couple. "I can understand why you've never been here before, but really, there's so much to experience." he offers to her, as he leads her along the path next to the river, perhaps searching for a clearing where the two of them may be able to sit and talk without worry of interruption.

The knnight's promise is all that the guard needs to hear, a bow of his head given to Yorrick before he retreats a distance to give them a sense of privacy while he guards them both. Once her hand is placed upon his arm, Enfys thanks the guard, then turns to walk with the knight, her steps carefully taken upon the path, conscious of uneven ground. "What is your favorite thing to do here? I take it you come often?" She wonders of him, her skirt to brush his leg as they walk together.

Success
Yorrick checked his lustful of 13, he rolled 6.
Failed.
Yorrick checked his honest of 13, he rolled 15.
Failed.
Yorrick checked his decietfil of , he rolled 18.

"I haven't come down here often, I am usually around my home of Cholderton." Yorrick admits as he feels the light touch against his, and he swallows hard, the young knight finds himself confessing. "..what I would like to do right now, my Enfys.." Yes, his Enfys, he said it. "…is to marvel at the feel of your lips on mine." he admits quietly as the two of them continue to walk.

Success
Enfys checked her lustful of 7, she rolled 3.
Success
Enfys checked her honest of 10, she rolled 4.

"But you've come here far more than I have, I'm certain." Enfys answers, laughing softly. Yet, with his confession, she paueses, her hand upon his arm likely drawing him to stop there upon the river's bank. Turning towards him a little, she lifts her chin as if she might have sought his gaze if she could, but then, she does get a sense of his height, shadow played against the brightness of the sun behind him. "And if I said I would like the same?" She dares to ask of him, dulcet tones to hold a soft husky edge.

Success
Yorrick checked his lustful of 13, he rolled 3.

As he's pulled to a halt, the knight is turned to her, his heart racing at their closeness. Yorrick reaches up with his freehand, brushing the blonde hair back to expose the scar from the rock that nearly took the woman from his life, denying him this very pleasure. "I talk a big game, Enfys." he says quietly. "But besides kissing.. I've never.." he confesses quietly, as he explores her open eyes. "I mean.. I'm pagan.. we're open about things.. but this.. I.. I've never quite felt a tug like this before."

And finding himself digging a hole he may not want to, he cups the side of her face and leans in, pressing a light brush of his lips against hers, an experiment, really, to see if she's as accepting as she says she may be to more.

Eyes close for a moment as his hand is felt to brush her hair back, his touch to draw the smile to her lips once more. Nerves are soothed, and she sighs, though his honest confession draws the blush back to her cheeks once more. "Oh." Surprised, and yet pleased is her reaction. "I've never been kissed beyond those that might be given by family." Never even had someone attempt to steal a kiss from her! Well, nothing beyond that hand kiss from the bard! "I have not either.." What feelings that are being stirred far outshine the brief crush she had for the bard.

With eyes open, catching the way his shadow shifts, she sighs again as his hand cups the side of her face as he leans in. Lips part, to accept the kiss given, not drawing back at all. It's a moment of pleasure, a chance to savor a sensation unknown to her before now.

The parting lips is an invitation, and Yorrick presses closer to her, as he presses to her again. Their lips meet again, brushing and pressed anew, their breath intermingling with each other. His hands drift, one hand into her hair, the other settling on the small of her back. Kissing is far and away the best thing on the menu on the moment as he seeks her mouth out again. And this time, it's a fuller kiss, lips parted to hers, and just the faintest flick of a taste of her before he withdraws, the knight ready to break away from her if he has gone too far.

Failed.
Enfys checked her chaste of 13, she rolled 14.
Success
Enfys checked her lustful of 7, she rolled 6.

Her first true kiss, and it's an experience that Enfys seems to want to continue, to explore as far as she can! The thrill of being without her usual constant companion, the press of his form against hers has the young lady's usual chaste thoughts scattered to the wind. With a soft sound of a pleased moan escaping, muffled against his lips, she returns his kiss as best she might, her inexperience to show in little ways. Hands come to rest upon his chest as she's drawn in, the flick of his tongue to gain the light play of hers to his lips, each new sensation to be mirrored and tried by her. Oh, this kissing thing? She really likes it.

Failed.
Yorrick checked his chaste of 7, he rolled 15.
Success
Yorrick checked his lustful of 13, he rolled 11.

Their mirroring is only deepend, as his heart pounds away underneath the feel of her hands. Her soft moan is drawn in, and reciprocated. "…Enfys.." he whispers against her mouth as his own hand drops, against her shoulder, and then dares to find the soft swell of her breast trapped in the cloth of her dress. He stops, however, unsure of the action, as the kissing is nice and he doesn't want to unexpectedly ruin it with the further movement and exploration.

Success
Enfys checked her chaste of 13, she rolled 11.

The sound of her name upon his lips is something that Enfys will treasure over the lonely nights to come. It's the first time she's heard her name spoken in such a way, and it leaves her panting softly, whispering his own name in a voice dripping unconsciously with desire. "Yorrick.." But, all good things must come to an end, and in this case, the moment his hand drops from her shoulder to the soft swell of her breast, she gasps in surprise, the flush of cheeks bright. Stepping back a little, she puts a little distance between them, one hand lifted to touch her lips lightly. "That was.." She seems to be unable to find the words to describe it, butsurely, he can tell she liked it. Very much so!

He realizes immediately what happened, and when she yanks away, Yorrick looks horrified, and it reflects in his voice. "I.. I'm sorry, Enfys.. I.." he has no words for his discretion, he made a mistake and was caught in it, and he can only look down, apologetic. "I.." there's no words he can find to apologize for scandalizing her so.

"Please.. Yorrick.." Enfys shakes her head, and tries to find his hands, if able, to grasp them both with hers and offer a squeeze, "I was a beautiful kiss.. everything a girl could hope for in her first." She is willing to 'forget' the accidental grope if he is! "Thank you.. " The smile is back, and she moves one hand to his face, slowly finding his cheek, her thumb then brushing against his bottom lip. It serves as a guide for her, rising to her tiptoes to offer a brief caress of her lips to his before lowering herself back down again, "Truly.. " No need to be embarrassed!

She has a way of settling his nerves, the kiss is chastely returned as Yorrick squeezes his hands into hers. "I will try to save further groping for the marriage bed." he manages, a weak attempt at humor as he turns to move to escort her further. "Surely you have hobbies besides singing and playing.. or do you? I mean, you trained yourself to play and you can't see.. that's so remarkable, Enfys, especially as beautifully as you do it."

Success
Enfys checked her honest of 10, she rolled 7.

Oh boy, if he was trying to make her blush more, then he would have succeeded with that comment! "I have thought of that a few times.." The marriage bed, that is. Again, she realizes she's used her outside voice, and she ducks her head, glad to take his arm once more so they might continue their walk. Letting go a breath slowly to calm those raging hormones, she hmms softly, "I compose songs, music and words. I guess some of the songs could be considered poetry." She does add after a moment, "I had a good base for music before I lost my sight. And now, I guess when you lose one sense, the others become sharper? I can't see, but my hearing is better?" She tries to describe it better, stumbling over her thoughts, "Beyond that.. Mother has tried to teach me a little about running a household, but there's only so much I can do. Sewing, hunting.. anything like that is out the door for me." The usual lady pursuits. "There are days I wish I could hate it, but it's been my life longer than I can remember having sight."

"Do you think you could handle a hunter's household, Enfys?" Yorrick finds himself asking as he falls back to her side and they continue the walk, though they are pressed a little closer together than before. "I mean, if.. you.." he sighs, the knight's bubble busted, and trying to ignore all of the feelings and hormones inside of him as he draws in a sharp breath.

"As long as I'm given a chance to learn what needs to be done.. and learn where things are in a house and nothing is moved too often.." Enfys can do surprisingly well for herself. But once again, she draws him to another stop, half turning towards him again, "If I… what?" The urge for him to speak is made, unseeing eyes turned up in the direction of his face spied through the shadow against the sun.

"If we were to be a couple. Which is probably foolish to imagine." Yorrick admits as he glances down, carefully guiding her. "We could both be with others.. and that kiss may be all we ever have, and I had thought for a moment.. I should not let the moment pass without knowing if we were to share in each other." he laughs at that. "But that is not for me to decide, m'lady."

"And why is it to be foolish to imagine?" Enfys asks of him, though she sighs, "I know my elder brother intends to make a match for me, but I know as well, if there was someone I could suggest… " Well surely Branoc would not deny her the hand of a lord's son. Better than a commoner bard, right?! There's a note of sadness to cross her face at the thought of the kiss being ll that they might share, and she glances away, frowning, "Share what?" She finally asks, turning back in his direction.

Failed.
Yorrick checked his honest of 13, he rolled 18.
Failed.
Yorrick checked his deceitful of 7, he rolled 14.

Yorrick bites down hard on his lip, she may not see it, but the tightness in his hand and frame belies the motion before Enfys draws the truth. It's the only thing he really can offer to her. "…the feel of your body, Enfys. If.. I were to give my virginity to anyone.. I would want it to be you." And then he realizes he's not using that in his head voice, and his blush blooms brightly. "Arawan.." he whispers, cursing himself at the fact that he shared such a lustful thought with her. "Maybe I should escort you back to camp before I.. become too taken with you."

Success
Enfys checked her chaste of 13, she rolled 8.
Success
Enfys checked her honest of 10, she rolled 9.

No, that expression of his is missed by Enfys, and yet she picks up on other things. The words that he speaks to her, such blunt honesty has her blushing darkly, drawing a half step back from him. "Arawan?" Surely he't not speaking another lady's name, right? Not right then! But still, while embarrassed, she manages to speak as honesty as he, "You would not be alone in such thoughts, Yorrick. But…" She sighs softly, "I do not have such freedom. I would not dishonor my future husband even when I wish differently right now."

"I agree.." And then she asks her question, and Yorrick blinks. "The God Mother, creator of all, Enfys." he says, and realizes.. only now.. that he's sinking further in destroying the fragile and very special thing the two of them have at the moment. "You're right, of course." he admits, a tear touching on the corner of his eye. He has fallen for the woman. Hard. But she's practical and correct and he lifts his hand to wipe it away. "Of course." he repeats.

Success
Enfys checked her awareness of 15, she rolled 7.

"Oh. God Mother." Enfys murmurs, turning thoughtful, before speaking again. Words fade, and when he repeats himself, she takes that half step closer to him once again, "You're upset. I am.. sorry.. I.. I want the same as you.. I cannot though. I am sorry I hurt your feelings.. I am blunt sometimes.. I do not think.."

"I am not upset with you, Enfys. Only with myself. I should have realized that were we to be alone.. this might have been a result of our meeting." Yorrick admits with a little, sad, chuckle. "My heart is ensared, and my lips are forever ruined by tasting the sweetest kiss in all the land on my lips."

Success
Yorrick checked his flirting of 8, he rolled 1.

"You should not be upset with yourself." Enfys is ready to argue with him over that, only to be left once more speechless at the words that roll from him. "You.. your heart.. I.." But she cannot help to smile, even as she looks embarrassed to a degree. "I would say the same.." A thought passes, and she asks of him, "Is there a place nearby we might sit and talk further? I wish to get to know you better…" The question to ask then, is sitting better or worse than walking?!

There's a thought, and Yorrick considers. "There's a bench at the trailhead, Enfys." he says as he guides her in that direction. As they arrive at it, he waits to seat her first and then settles down next to her. "Ask whatever question you wish to ask, Enfys..I'll try to answer." After all, her future husband may be a pagan and she'll need the information he can provide her. "What's Horton like? I have never travelled to Up Avon."

"That sounds perfect.." Enfys answers, and walks at his side, quietly thoughtful until they reach the bench. Thanking him softly as she takes a seat, she actually reaches out for his hand once he joins her there, not wishing to loose that connection had with her hand on his arm while they were walking together. "I wish to know more about paganism, for a start. And why your family thinks you are darker? And.. more about you, of course." Things that someone who might be betrothed to him, would wish to know! "Horton is.. home. I don't remember anything beyond the manor itself, but it's lovely. There are hills outside of the manor.. the rise and set of the sun would be so magnificant."

"..well, I hold to the old ways a little stronger. In my family, there are those that are starting to convert." His hand takes her, and as he speaks, as their fingers twine, he squeezes her. "..my brother was one of those that has taken the new faith and baptized. I am not ready to do such yet. I believe that our people have.. ties to the land, and I respect that. I hope that wife would not wish to baptize me.. and would accept me for my ways."

Failed.
Enfys checked her worldly of 10, she rolled 16.
Failed.
Enfys checked her pious of 10, she rolled 17.

Again, there comes the frown to grace Enfys' lips, her head given a slight shake of her head as she states firmly, "I do not believe someone should seek to change another like that. Just as I hope that my future husband would not seek to change my beliefs, or even… make it part of the betrothal contract." She's heard the stories where wives were forced to change their religion for the match to be approved! "From what you have said.. you and I seem to think a lot alike. Even for our differences. We can agree to disagree upon some views here and there, can we not?"

"Yes.. that does seem to be the case." Yorrick agrees as he caresses her fingers, and considers her profile, her too beautiful features as the knight closes his eyes. in thought. "If you were to write a betrothal contract for us.. what conditions would you apply?"

"Marriage is about compromise at times, or so my mother has told me. You have to be willing to work on differences that might come up, and know at the same time, that tomorrow is another day to work on them. And sometimes, you might not get them perfectly straight, but you make it work." Such wise words from her mother. There's a moment of quietness from Enfys who turns her head to the river, listening to it before finally speaking up, words lyrical, "Do you know the vows that are spoken within the Christian ceremony?" A curious question, perhaps.

"I have not bore witness to the Christian ceremony." Yorrick admits as he smiles at the woman as he turns thoughtful. "What vows do you make in your ceremony?" he says curiously, the young man returning his full attention back to Enfys. "Would you want to tell me about the ceremony and perhaps I tell you about mine?"

"I would like that.." Enfys answers, voice bright as she turns back to him again, "Vows are pledged before the priest and God. To take one another for husband and wife, to have and to hold from that day forwards. For better and worse, in sickness and health, till only death parts you. " Her expression shift slightly, "There are those that remain true to their spouse even after death, so great their love for one another." Ah, the romantic ideals! "I would not seek to put that in the contract, but I would hope that my husband would trust me to know what I could do and what I could not do. I know my brother worries that I might be locked into a room and only brought out when family comes by or the like." Her voice takes on an edge, "I won't be pitied for being blind, and I would hope that my husband would not feel that because I cannot see, that it makes me less of a wife in any way." Pulling back on such emotion, she seems embarrassed, "There's the dowry, of course. nd I know that there are those contracts that have provisions for heirs written into them.." But neither of them are heirs of their House.

"Banns.. or handfasting, is the promise of marriage," Yorrick responds as the knight caresses her hand, and nods. "When the day comes, we stand in a middle of a circle of our family and friends. We are blessed, our hands binded in ribbon to signify that we are one. We speak our prayers to our Gods, Mothers, and Fathers. When the contract is completed, the veil is removed from the bride, and then there is a jump over a broom and then we share our first kiss as a husband and wife. Then there's a huge feast and dance to celebrate, before the new couple retires for the evening." he responds and then frowns. "I.. would hope your husband would respect you more than that, my Enfys." he whispers quietly. "I would rescue you.. if such were to happen. If you were to be married to me.. well, the dogs and our kids would keep us both captured."

Success
Enfys checked her honest of 10, she rolled 6.
Failed.
Enfys checked her lustful of 7, she rolled 19.
Failed.
Enfys checked her chaste of 13, she rolled 14.

"So much of the ceremony sounds alike.." Enfys says, laughing, "There is a kiss s well, once the priest bless the couple and announces them as husband and wife. Then comes the celebration, the feasting with family and friends." So many details are alike, if one looks beyond certain things. The promise to rescue her if needed earns a squeeze of her hand, "Even if I was trapped in a tall tower?" Dare there be a note of humor before it fades, "But if he is my husband…. there are those that say it would be his right." No, she wouldn't be happy about it. She lifts his hand, bringing it to her cheek so that she might nuzzle against his palm. "Would you truly have me for a wife? Is this.. we only just met.. " The words finally come stumbling out, "I would have you, if that is what you wished, Yorrick. But we would have to speak with my brother.. with the head of your House. The sooner the better because… I think my brother has plans perhaps. "

Success
Yorrick checked his honest of 13, he rolled 1.

"I would have to speak to my cousin.. he has no plans for me, really." Yorrick admits, his fingers caressing and playing with her skin as he turns to face her more fully. "Those people are fools, Enfys. You have more than proven you can do many things that anyone else can do. I know.. I would have to cook for us.. but.."

"If you would have me.. would you handfast with me, Enfys? Perhaps we could marry before the winter and spend those months happily entwined in each other?"

Enfys cannot help but laugh when he speaks of cooking for them, how her amusement lightens the somewhat seriousnes of their conversation, "You would have to do that.. and Morfyd is a fair cook when need be." Which of course, touches upon that subject of her cousin who tends to her currently. But surely that is something that can be discussed further.

Nuzzling his palm, her lips brush against there, the smile brighter, "I would, Yorrick. I would indeed, take you for my husband.."

"And I would take you as my wife." Yorrick says. "To be awaken every morning by the feel of you next to me, the sound of your voice in my ear.. what more could I possibly ask for." he admits, coaxing her closer with his palm so that he may replace his hand with his mouth, a lip parting kiss pressed to her as he seeks to seal their commitment to the other.

"What more, indeed?" Enfys surely cannot think of anything else she might want! Drawn in closer, lids fall closed over her eyes, her lips to part in anticipation of the kiss soon pressed to them. It's not wrong to share yet another kiss when love exists, and the plans are laid out before them both, right? Remaining there touching his hand lightly at first, her hand falls to his chest, to rest there as she leans towards him, her knee to brush along his thigh as positions shift upon the bench.

There's no other words to be said as the kiss deepens slightly. They will need to talk to their families soon as the two of them are easily tangling together. He doesn't touch her chest this time, his hands staying on her shoulders and in her hair, instead the young man moves to press closer to her as his knee against hers as he draws in her breath, the love between them given physical manifestation.

Success
Enfys checked her lustful of 7, she rolled 5.

As long as his hand doesn't drop where it shouldn't go, it would appear that Enfys is quite receptive to his kiss. Shifting closer, her leg soon pressed against hers, body drawn in against his, her lips part under the pressure of his. The subtle shy dance of her tongue is felt, the taste once more taken to be savored by the young lady soon lost in the pleasure he induces her in.

Success
Yorrick checked his lustful of 13, he rolled 3.

His fingers are quietly entangled into her blonde locks, and when she presents her tongue, his matches with hers, tangling, invadeing each other as he moves his hands down - this time, to her sides, remaining in the chaste area as he remembers to breath as his heart quickens against her hands, shifting to be closer to her and barely manages not to pull the woman into his lap for explorations.

Eventually Enfys will remember where they are, who could come across them, and the fact that there is still a guard keeping an eye on the two of them. Maybe he'll give whistle if anyone comes by. Then again, would they even hear a warning?? With the drop of his hands to her sides, she allows hers to brush against his chest, one hand to seek his shoulder, fingertips to lightly caress the side of his neck. Normally so chaste is she, but he has lit some inner fire wiithin that is threatening to consume her as much as his kiss does her lips.

There's a soft sigh into her mouth as Yorrick feels her fingers against him, the two of them distracted so. After lingering and deepening kisses, the knight pulls back, but not to retreat, instead he nuzzles beneath her jawline, light kisses along the side of her neck and ear, his eyes closed as he uses his lips to remember what his beloved looks like in his mind.

When lips leave hers, Enfys pants softly, his name whispered against his ear as her head falls back. The trail of thsoe kisses find a few places upon her neck that are sensitive, that leave her gasping softly in surprise, and trembling in his arms. "Ooh.." She never knew just how much pleasure one could get by being kissed there!

Trailing back to her face, he moves his hands, cupping the sides of her face, and kisses each of her eyes. Unseeing or not, he loves them. He's in love with her. Her name is breathed softly as he finally opens his eyes to her again. "Enfys.." he whispers quietly. "…how did you ensnare me so easily?" he asks, light kisses to her mouth. "I cannot imagine not having you as my bride."

Feeling the kisses dropped upon her face, Enfys shivers a little, especially after those that find her closed eyes. "I would ask the same of you, Yorrick.." And then she attempts a hint of humor, "Did you use some pagan spell to make me long for you as I do?" Yes, she's teasing, those words soon fade when his lips finds hers, those light kisses to be returned as instinct takes over, leaving her wanting more even when she shouldn't. Yet.

"..no more than you have attempted to baptize me in your kisses, my Imp." Yorrick says with a light laugh as he finally relents, their bodies pressed and linked closed together as he caresses her hair and kisses her forehead. "How long do you wish to wait before we are married?" he asks her. "I know you have brothers and sisters - do you wish to be married before the winter forces us to seperate so that we may share our company in the winter months.. and.. work on a family?"

It's a good thing they can tease one another about their faiths, right? Enfys laughs softly, the sound husky with unspoken desire. Held close, she lays her head upon his chest for a moment, listening to the rumble of his words in his chest when he speaks. "If I could, I would marry you tomorrow, Yorrick." How's that for open and honest? "But I do have family I must consider…" Drawing back, she tilts her head, "I would like to be married before winter. I do not… I do notwish to return up north and not see you again till spring." Travel is harder during winter, after all.

"You would be fine with staying with me during the winter instead of being with your family?" Yorrick has to ask, his own voice echoes his desire. If she gave the word, they'd bless the bench they were currently pressed against each other tightly on, call it a marriage and be done with it. His hands caress her blonde locks to her shoulders and her back and he sighs. "I believe my heart has come to love you, sight unseen, my beloved Imp."

"Why would I not be fine with staying with my husband? I will miss my family, Yorrick. But my place is with my husband and his home." Enfys says without hesitation. "I will admit, it will be a little scary at first. I have never… truly been on my own. But it will be an adventure, yes? An adventure with someone I have come to care for a great deal.." And then he goes and says the L-word, and she ohs softly, almost in tears - happy ones!

Enfys rolls 3d6 and gets (5 1 2) for a total of: (8)
Enfys rolls 1d6 and gets (4) for a total of: (4)
<OOC> Enfys says, "So she's got a 13 for him. ;)"

Yorrick smiles warmly and fondly.. but when those tears form on the corners of her eyes - he doesn't retreat this time, instead, he leans in, kissing the tears away from the corners of her eyes as he tries to express his feelings for her.

Yorrick rolls 3d6 and gets (5 4 6) for a total of: (15)
Yorrick rolls 1d3 and gets (2) for a total of: (2)
<OOC> Yorrick says, "..18 for him. He's got it bad."

Enfys begins to apologize even as she laughs when he kisses the tears away. "I do apologize. I am not so normally… emotional…" The words are given before she hugs him close, to nuzzle her face into his tunic for a moment, taking in a deep breath and learning his scent, the sound of his heart in his chest. Things that will become the mental image she has of him. Something far more intimate than a true visual image. "I will speak with Branoc… feel him out? While you try to speak with your cousin?"

Her cuddly nature will be something that Yorrick will enjoy during the winter months as the knight nods, kissing the crown of his beloved's head. "I will seek him out to speak." He smells earthly, a man that travels much, hunts, and never quite keeps clean enough, even with the musky leather scent mixed in.

It is certainly something that Enfys will enjoy as well, to be close to someone. It will take only a little while to get used to before she will crave it as much as she already does his kisses! "I will do the same." Her family will have to be pleased she's not pining over the bard! Little do they know their world might almost come close to collapsing around them in the near future when they find out they are already promised away… to each other!

Failed.
Yorrick checked his lustful of 13, he rolled 17.
Failed.
Yorrick checked his chaste of 7, he rolled 16.
Success
Yorrick checked his honest of 13, he rolled 3.

At least they aren't doing anything untoward to ruin their promise to each other - accept for the feel that Yorrick copped earlier - and really, to feel her breast was totally worth it. He sighs softly, regretably. "I suppose.. I should start to walk you back. I don't want this to end. I want to have you as my wife here and now.. and if we stay tangled up like this, I would not want to bring you shame nor regret." he whispers honestly as he presses a lingering, longing, deep kiss to her mouth as he's above her, before breaking away. "Soon, my love." he promises her hopefully.

Failed.
Enfys checked her chaste of 13, she rolled 19.
Failed.
Enfys checked her lustful of 7, she rolled 18.
Success
Enfys checked her honest of 10, she rolled 6.

And the guard didn' see that, so he doesn't have to report anything more than a few kisses! "I do not wish this to end either, and I think…" She laughs softly, turning to brush her lips against his jawline, "I think if we stayed here, then I would give in and wouldn't care about shame.. and would never have regrets." Drawing away as he rises to his feet, she is caught by the kiss, answering his own desire with one of her own, her hands squeezing his before finally the kiss is broken, and she's helped to her feet again. "It will be soon enough.."

"And our marriage bed will share the sacrifice of both of our virginities." Yorrick whispers in honesty as he holds her hand this time. No more chaste hand on arm guide, the two of them are linked together now as he starts to walk back with her. His free hand caresses her jawline, pleased with her.. with himself - excited to ask for her hand - hopeful for a yes. Scared of what may be promises to others - but he plans to marry her as soon as they can.

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