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Their Hearts' Desire {Closed}

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Re: Their Hearts' Desire {Closed}

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Kaitlynn was unprepared for the force of the dragon as he turned his head before retaliating. She felt the air knocked from her lungs as her body and the great scales connected. The sound was terrible against her ears as the metal of her armor scraped against the sturdy scales. She swung her sword just in time to leave a gash along Dusk's neck.

The grass softened her fall but she lay against the ground gasping for breath. The force with which the dragon had used against her had warped the strong armor she had been wearing for many years. She wheezed as it was pressing painfully against her rib cage.

Her attention was drawn to the dragon just in time as he pressed his great foot down upon her. She put her sword up at the last moment and used all her strength to push against the foot. She let out a horrific scream as her blade snapped sending the jagged edge rip beneath the lip of her armor and deep into her lower stomach. She could see stars start to appear before her eyes as the lack of oxygen mounted with the sudden pain was too much to handle.

Kaitlynn refused to pass out and die when she saw Merek standing up and standing firm while holding his sword. She hadn't seen the dragon knock him aside and felt a newfound rage inside of her at the sight of his blood.

"Don't, please," she gasped as a fish would out of water. The combined pressure of her armor and his massive clawed foot left little room for her to suck in a breath. "I love him," her words were strained and hardly audible, but she finally said it. Even with the unbearable pressure, she felt a weight lifted from inside as she stared at his determined face.

Something bloomed inside of her. She had been distraught that he hadn't left her and saved himself. Kaitlynn had given him plenty of chances to get away, and even now there was time for him to turn tail and flee. Yet there he stood, not an ounce of experience with a sword, ready to die with her. No one had ever been willing to sacrifice so much for her and she felt the tears leak from her eyes before she realized she was crying.

"Let him live, do what you will with me," she stared up at the dragon desperately as her words were barely lifted into the air. She was resigned to die right there, that much she knew. They had come into Dusk's territory and now she was willing to pay the price. She could accept her fate with open arms if it left him to live on without her.

Surely this monster had a heart somewhere in his cavernous chest. All creatures knew pain, and surely one of such high intelligence knew what love must be. Such a magnificent and frightening creature could not be so selfish and so greedy as to not hold mercy for those within his grasp.

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Re: Their Hearts' Desire {Closed}

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It was too late. The dragon could not have drawn back in time to prevent what then happened due to his haste. The knight had taken up her sword and made to guard her person with it. Under the pressure of a great scaled foot, the metal strip had snapped in to. One section had miraculously thrust into the pad of the dragon's foot and the tough scales held the broken bit secure while the other part, as his serpentine nose detected, had similarly gotten past the human's armor. Dusk, without first regarding the situation, pressed down upon the little form, which proved not to be a wise move. In doing this, the section of metal through his foot moved and tore at the skin beneath his bronze plates. At once, he struggled. His tail came up and back down again, slamming the ground with such force that the other human fell. The dragon's wings pushed open, swinging without pace and thus sending erratic gusts here and there. No doubt, it pained him to keep his foot in place, pinning down the knight but the fact that he caused her pain too provided that he stubbornly kept the position. The bits of trashing stopped but his breath was labored, light of a red hue appearing behind his bared teeth as fire brimmed for a moment.

Come now, love? The dull creature expected a dragon to care for such things? It was not a common expression for his kind, for they rarely experienced anything like it. And if it was rare for him, all the more reason to take it away from these people. The large, blue eyes glazing at her took in the little crystalline beads sliding down the girl's face. Dusk snorted, steam rolling from his mouth when he did. Such an offensive, salty smell these humans gave when they cried. Then, as expected, he heard her plead for the boy and offer herself. Why did the little creatures always reason like this?

"Both thieves." The dragon's voice pooled in the minds of the humans. "Your life is of no better rank than that of the boy."

"But mine," Merek's voice shook and fear seized him from inside, struggling to close his throat when the dragon's head turned and the beast's terrible, glimmering gaze was fully on him. He swallowed, the numbness of fear seeping into his thoughts and out to his body with the reality of it. There was nothing more either he or Kaitlynn could do. But he knew she loved him and that was enough for him to continue, to try. "My life bears a title. The prince of Rishing, heir to the realm." His sword began to tip toward the ground, showing he would surrender. "If this title has any meaning, if only for you to have the pride of taking it away, then kill me and spare her. And have back what was taken."

For a long, horrid moment of silence, the dragon's gaze remained. Merek could do nothing but continue to hold it as if the snake had charmed its master. The beast was intelligent, and he knew it must be thinking. But about what? He was desperate to know. Then, he watched the dragon's head turn slightly as if regarding him with some kind of terrible fascination. It was this same gaze that he turned to the girl underfoot.

"I did not see it before, this thread." The great creature's voice, unlike ever before, was not cruel or malicious but rather still. "More magic is here than that of a witch. The kind of magic I might use."

In one movement, Dusk's foot left Kaitlynn and the dragon stepped away, taking the time to turn his head and grip the metal in his foot before tearing it out and then tossing it away. A low growl rumbled from him in the aftermath, but the painful irritant was gone and now it would heal. How these humans came about such magic, he did not know. But, he had never seen the likes of it. It was a thing between the two so raw and untapped, spilling from the connection between the people. Best of all, it was unsealed and there for the taking. All that must be done was getting each to give some away.

He looked to the boy saying, "Give your curse up to me." And looking to the girl he said, "And from you, your revenge."
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Re: Their Hearts' Desire {Closed}

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The pain that the dragon was in from the tip of her sword did little to console Kaitlynn as the wind gushed around the clearing. She watched Merek stumble and fall from the great weight of Dusk's tail beating upon the ground. She struggled as she watched Merek stand once more before dropping the tip of his sword in surrender. She felt the emotion cloud her mind for a moment as she realized with his words that he loved her in return.

Kaitlynn felt anguish for the situation they were in. How right the woman in Tesser had been. Why had Kaitlynn waited? Why hadn't she told Merek before? Why had she been so silly? Whatever had happened before, and whatever reason he had lied, he had done it out of love for her.

The heavy weight of the dragon did little to help Kaitlynn regain her breath as he removed his paw. She felt a glimmer of hope spring into existence as Dusk had discovered something between the two. Ignoring the pain in her stomach from where the jagged edge of the hilt of her sword was lodged, she quickly pulled at her armor before she was finally able to shuck herself out of the disfigured piece.

The pain in her chest was relieved at once and Kaitlynn sat gasping for breath where she sat upon the ground. She tossed the armor aside and was left in a white shirt. She ignored Dusk for another moment as she grasped the hilt of her sword and pulled it from her side. She bit out the scream and felt the blood pool against the white of her shirt.

The hilt of the sword gave a dull thump as it landed in the grass. Kaitlynn quickly pressed her hands to her side to stop the flow of blood as it leaked through her fingers and upon the green grass. She gritted her teeth against the stinging pain. If the dragon consented for them to leave, Kaitlynn knew that they could save her from her injury. It was deep, but it had missed anything vital and the only threat was from infection.

When Dusk's voice reverberated through her mind, she stared up at him. The anger and malicious intent was gone. She could see in his eyes that he had found value in them. Kaitlynn wasn't sure what was so valuable that would have changed Dusk's desire to kill so quickly.

Dusk's price was a heavy one. Kaitlynn caught Merek's eye and held it for a moment. She knew he loathed his curse, and she wondered why the dragon was asking for it. She turned her attention back to Dusk.

Kaitlynn had spent nearly her whole life in pursuit of the man who had murdered her family. She had honed her skills of combat and had pursued even the smallest of leads to find the guilty man. Her entire conscious was consumed with bringing justice to him. Why did Dusk want this from her?

The decision was difficult. Kaitlynn didn't know what future she had if she wasn't tracking the man who had killed her family. What would she do without her purpose?

Her gaze was drawn over to Merek once more and she felt the weight of the necklace all too suddenly. She had already nearly lost her chance to make amends with him. If giving up her life's mission meant that she would be able to talk with Merek, then she could give it up.

"I swear it is yours." She stared boldly back to the dragon without a doubt in her mind of her decision.

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Re: Their Hearts' Desire {Closed}

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While in thought, the prince's eyes settled upon Kaitlynn as she sat across the clearing from him. It was true they did not even touch now and he felt closer to her than he e'er had before. The memories had all returned to her, he knew, and their bond was secure at last. No more confusion and questions, or wonders about her thoughts and how she felt. He knew now. Such fact inspired joy but it was well lidded at the present for there was the dragon who, as he and Kaitlynn both realized, was not suddenly to be considered harmless. There was still this deep fear of the beast in him which mixed with anger and concern together. Being that her shirt was white like his own, the blood that darkened it was very much visible. Her injuries were assuredly greater and he wished this matter were over so that her wounds might be tended to; he cared little for his own.

Such creatures! Dusk was curious but growing impatient. Why were they quiet? Were they all so ignorant of magic properties? But then, it calmed him to remember that these were the kind that killed their witches and wizards. Fools, all of them. Killing those who held the greatest of all knowledge merely out of fear. But enough of the dull ways of the humans. The dragon lightly tested his weight over his afflicted foot. Finding it bearable, he spoke again to the little beings, "This thread of magic weaved betwixt both you creatures is a kind which spouts when two old magicks collide. These old magicks are twisted up in the past, I can see it." The dragon's jaw shifted absently, voice still low as before. "This new thread can be sworn away. I wish to have some of it so I may discover its properties for myself. Yet beware," now the voice was as it first had been, threatening, "Refuse now and the offer will not again be made. Instead, your death."

Merek's eyes were still on Kaitlynn. Neither of them had said a word yet but then, she agreed. How? He almost wanted to argue considering he'd promised to help her against the man who'd taken away her family. This was her revenge and she just gave it up? But he saw the dragon nod in silent acceptance of her words. The deal was made and he was not presently in any situation to question it. Absently, he let go of the sword and it settled in the grass at his side. The dragon was now looked at him again.

"Why my curse?"

"Like the revenge of the other creature, it is that which is close to your true desire."

This, Merek did not understand. He would have prodded further but he felt even upon doing so, he might never understand. There was something called the wisdom of the dragons after all. So, his mind strayed, focusing on that which the dragon asked of him or rather, asked him to give up. As much as he hated the curse and how it affected him, Merek found a suddenly wistfulness for it. Nothing was so far out of his reach with such a curse at his disposal. He would have the kingdom and anything else he wanted. But then, all he wanted was Kaitlynn. Seeking anything more was greedy and too, the curse would not get him the one person he sought. So, he must live without this benefit and try normal life.

"I swear it is yours." His words to the dragon were the same as Kaitlynn's.

"Let it be so." After the last sound of the dragon's voice ended, the beast held up his head to the sky and relaxed. His limbs folded under him as his weight eased into the ground. It seemed that whatever was happening was only felt and seen by Dusk. But soon, the air looked as if it glittered and the shimmer appeared along the beast's scales, further brightening them. His jaws were parted once more with the loudest roar yet. Merek reflexively placed his hands over his ears though it did not shield from the deafening curious. But this time, as the noise sounded, so did the great creature's voice as it spoke one word, "Freedom."

The wings of the bronze dragon were spread full and beat quickly, sending gusts out to bounce against the rock wall and into every direction. His powerful legs pushed him into the air where he spiraled up around the clearing and then in the direction of the sun. In the strong light, he was a shimmering mass and Merek watched until there was nothing more than a faint sparkling in the sky. After this, the waterfall rushed to life again and looked little different than any other.

Only then did he let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. In the next moment, he was in such a haste to get up, he nearly stumbled over his own footing as he rose and went to Kaitlynn. At her side, he knelt and slipped an arm around her back to support her. "Kaitlynn..." There were a thousand and one words crammed in his voicebox all jumbling to get out but he couldn't put them in order. And he never had been good with words. All he could do was look at her, into her eyes, and thank the gods they were alive.

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Re: Their Hearts' Desire {Closed}

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For one split second Kaitlynn was afraid that Merek would refuse the dragon's offer. She saw the sudden possession in his eyes at the thought of having to give up his curse. He had lived with it his whole life and it had given him everything he could ever want. All he had ever had to do was speak and anyone was unable to refuse him.

But Kaitlynn had.

From the moment they had met she had spurned him because he had pulled her down with him and they were sent off on the impossible mission. She had paid no heed to his face and found it strange when people were speechless and stumbled in his presence. She had been so irritated and aggravated with him at every turn of his mouth. She had loathed him so much they had ended up in a fist fight.

That was all behind her now. She couldn't even come to imagine feeling anything ill for him as he gave up his curse. She watched as the great dragon took the magic up. Something changed, and Kaitlynn didn't quite understand it even as she watched it happen. As the dragon absorbed it and gave a deafening roar, she had a brief thought that perhaps Dusk had been prisoner as well.

Watching Dusk fly high up into the sky, his bronze body reflecting the sun like a polished mirror, she knew it wasn't something she'd ever forget. He had spared their lives in exchange for a small portion of the magic that existed between her and Merek.

She finally pulled her attention from the sky after Dusk had disappeared and noticed the very ordinary appearance of the waterfall. She watched as clear blue water filled the pool up and noticed the shimmering stars against the black sand was gone. The magic that had permeated through the clearing had left with the great dragon.

Merek was quickly by her side and placed his arm around her to help support her. She looked into his face as he spoke her name and felt every word he was unable to say out loud. It was in that moment that she realized her memory had returned to her quite a while ago and it released her tear ducts once more.

Kaitlynn leaned her forehead in and rested it against Merek's. She closed her eyes as the tears fell steadily down her face. The pain in her stomach and the bruising in her chest were no longer unbearable as Merek held her there. She wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed out heavily as she felt herself become a complete person.

Swearing her revenge to the dragon had freed a part of her that she had never known was imprisoned. She felt light.

"I love you," she finally whispered to him as she opened her clear eyes. She managed a small smile before she looked around at the blood on the grass from both her wound and Merek's. She gently touched his side and was relieved to see his was more superficial than her own.

It was then that she remembered why they had encountered the dragon in the first place. She shifted in Merek's arms before reaching painfully out to grasp the little bottle. She grasped it firmly in her hand before she held it close.

The toxic sludge that had been in the bottle had transformed into something entirely different and beautiful. She stared at the gold liquid and noticed that it had a faint glow to it. It swirled around as if someone were stirring it, and the bottle felt warm to the touch. Kaitlynn didn't understand what had happened. She knew very little of magic. She had always thought it was a useless trade and a waste of time. If she had understood even the basics, she might have realized that her and Merek had bottled the impossible.

Untainted and perfectly pure; love.

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Re: Their Hearts' Desire {Closed}

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Her tears, the glassy beads moving along her face, were each like an answer to all which he wished to but could not have said. Nothing more separated them, no atittudes, no gaps in memory. Her thoughts were whole and gratefulness flooded every one of his veins. Their foreheads touched; the moments holding each of them in memory were equal at last. No more lies and cautious avoidance could be between them. And more than this joy, the prince felt different, as if a sliver of his arrogance was gone. And in reality, it was. Pride had come, in a little way, from his curse because it had always allowed him to get what he wanted. It brought a needling little feeling of impatience but that was buried in favor of the present and made to be something considered at a later time.

Eyes closed to the world, he felt and heard nothing but Kaitlynn and himself. The mingled breaths and tell-tale noise of crying. Yet they were complete. The stinging at his side was never further from his mind. And when she spoke, his eyes opened and he smiled too; she'd regaled him with the words he would never tire of hearing and echoing as he did presently, "I love you too."

After this, his gaze followed hers and noted the blood. With a chance to finally regard it with more attention, it looked to be a larger set of stains across the grass. She touched his side and he was sure she realized what he already had. There were wounds but only short punctures, nothing which couldn't be easily remedied and leave little more than faint scars. But her... His eyes wandered her. Like him, there were minute scrapes and smudges of dirt all over but it was her center which worried him. A cut from a sword was one thing but to be pierced by the broken edge of one was another. Exactly how bad was it..?

Merek's attention was only drawn from the blood staining her shirt as she moved in his arms. To see what she held, a light, short laugh passed his lips. There had been a dragon stomping and thrashing about the clearing and somehow the bottle, a glass bottle, had escaped the fury. This was curious but even more, the sludge was no longer that but a strange substance of a rich gold hue. Its steady swirl lent the idea of its magic properties. He knew no more of magic than she did and would not have supposed the bottle's contents were unchecked and pure love in its most coveted form: liquid.

"It is no dust but the witch must sort out it herself," Merek easily stated. They'd done their part and survived a dragon. That had to be enough for Amice. Well, it was going to be enough. It was time they headed back but there were some conflicts with this. Firstly, Kaitlynn was injured and secondly, the horses were gone. Thinking of the horses now, he sighed. The packs were attached to their saddles and in those packs contained salves, potions and whatnot, really everything which would be useful at the present time. If anything was going to be done, they would have to find the horses.

"Are you able to stand?" His tone was a gentle one and he moved a little, eyeing her to see whether she would want help and if so, how to help her stand. If she wasn't able, then something else would have to be arranged. Turning his head so as not to hurt her ears, Merek put a hand to his mouth briefly and a loud whistle left him. It was for Agnes; he hoped she wasn't so far that she wouldn't hear it.

"I believed you might never remember, you know," he told her quietly. His gaze was still blue as he looked at her again. "The lie was to keep from telling you then, I was afraid it was too early. Can you forgive me for such foolishness?" Merek barely waited for her to answer before some more words spilled from him, "How I've missed you, Kaitlynn."

The sound that soon came was a welcomed one. Merek looked to the trees and saw a familiar butterscotch color emerge from them, one which would hopefully be followed by another not in the same hue, but in the same shape.
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Re: Their Hearts' Desire {Closed}

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Kaitlynn was in full agreement with Merek as he said that the bottle would have to be enough for Amice. They had survived something very few people even got to see. She revelled in the thought that he returned her affections. It hadn't be said aloud, not even in their magic induced meetings. They had come to know one another under rather unusual circumstances and it had proven to strengthen their bond now that they were free to understand one another. Somehow the distance and pain had shredded their bond only to pull it tighter and more strongly together.

She quickly gauged her body and how she felt as he asked her if she was able to stand. She waited as he whistled before she nodded her head. "I think I can," she said but allowed him to help her. The sudden jostling motion felt as though she were ripping her stomach open even further. She stifled her cry, but refused to go down onto the filthy grass once more. She was strong, even if it was only a facade. She gripped Merek tightly for support as they finally came to stand and Agnes emerged from the trees.

"I understand now why you lied, and even before, I forgave you and I knew I could trust you." She responded. She placed her hand against his face ignoring the blood that covered it from her wound. She smiled at him with a smile that expressed how relieved she felt. A part of her was bitter that she wouldn't go after the man who had killed her family, but the greater part of her was lighter than air to know that nothing was clouding her mind and standing in way of being with Merek.

She closed her eyes as he said he missed her. Kaitlynn didn't understand how he had done it. To know that a part of her felt deeply for him but was masked by her own inhibitions and not say anything was something to be respected. If their roles were reversed and he hadn't been the one to remember, she probably would've tried to knock the sense back into him and succeed in pushing him further away.

It wasn't long after Agnes had trotted over to them with the saddle bag that Goliath returned. He eyed the clearing suspiciously and obviously nervous despite there was no sign of Dusk. Kaitlynn clicked her tongue and he obediently came over to her. She started to reach for her bag where some of the potions and bandages, but the motion pulled on her wound and she felt the pain engulf here once more. Her knees buckled underneath her and she quickly latched onto Merek. She gritted her teeth but not before she cried out with the pain. Perhaps standing to her feet had not been the best option.

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Re: Their Hearts' Desire {Closed}

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His support of her provided that he could not move much and certainly not quickly, so he could not return the gesture when she pressed her hand against to his face. Thinking not of the red smudges to inevitably be left upon his skin, he returned her smile with one of his own. While she felt bitter about her dealings with the dragon, Merek remained unsure of his own. Sure, he had Kaitlynn, his curse had never had any bearings on how she regarded him. Trying to understand her and deal with her had been difficult though without unnatural aid and he was beginning to think this would be reminiscent of how he was to handle every person he met now. But he could make due so long as he was with the only girl that meant anything to him.

Prompting her to rise, as he soon discovered, might not have been the best option. The way she gripped him said plenty: she was in much pain even if she'd managed to keep from making a noise, and too, he suspected she was putting forth a brave face or so to speak. Merek frowned. There was no reason she couldn't depend on him to support her in the literal sense. He was also quite concerned about how bad her injury was, he didn't know for sure being that he hadn't inquired. It was bad enough, this he knew. Between the both of them, were there even the right materials? He wondered for a moment but recalled the fact that Kaitlynn had been responsible for travel supplies and she had better sense for it than he would have. But then, what if she hadn't counted on any great injuries? Questions like this and any other thoughts having to do with Kaitlynn entirely occupied his mind and he was silent mostly, brows knit together to convey the concern which would not depart until he was certain she would fare well.

Agnes approached, ears flicking this way and that as she listened for anything unusual. Satisfied that the dragon was gone, the young horse stopped a few paces from the pair and buried her nose in the grass. Her head was only lifted curiously when the other horse passed her. Merek didn't bother with her and instead continued to support Kaitlynn as her summoned horse approached. A short noise of surprise came from him when Kaitlynn faltered. That was enough movement, he thought. It might be up to him to call the shots for now but that was precisely the problem: he wasn't sure what to do. To start, however, it was best to keep Kaitlynn from moving much. So, instead of her looking in the pack, he did though he wasn't so sure what he was looking for. He was still a bit too proud to admit he was better off with her directing him at the moment. He found the bandages but was left to guess as far as what qualified as a salve or other healing item. But, looking at the different items, his pride finally gave out.

"Which of these is right?" Merek asked, looking her over. Now, he was unsure of whether she was actually going to let him touch her. Naturally, his intentions were not bad but she was quite the independent girl and he expected she might at least attempt to try to take care of her injury herself.
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Kaitlynn was an extremely proud and independent woman. She had had to be. There had never been much of an opportunity for her to rely upon others for help and assistance. All that happened to her she had taken care of. She was unsure how to react as Merek was supporting her with his arms. She didn't know if he was expecting her to do it herself or allow him to clean and dress her wound. Even though her memory was restored and she knew how deeply he felt for her, she was still hesitant to have him so close. Having both of her personalities clash like this had made her uneasy with herself. Kaitlynn had fallen in love with Merek, and Kai had sworn to never depend on anyone.

She held tightly to Merek as he reached for Goliath's saddle bags. She watched as he retrieved the bandages for her. "The two green ones," she made to gesture to the bottles but stopped herself as she realized it might only pain her side even more. She slowly lowered herself to the ground with Merek's help before she took the supplies from him. She wasn't sure if he knew how to clean and dress a wound, let alone one so deep. She felt her pride get in the way as she didn't even bother to ask him.

Kaitlynn rolled her bloodied shirt up to reveal the wound. She had sustained many injuries through the course of her life, but none had ever been this bad. She felt herself get a little dizzy at the sight of so much blood. She knew the wound was terribly deep but was grateful that the blood had stopped it's heavy flow.

She flushed the wound carefully with water before she uncorked one of the potion bottles. She applied it carefully over her wound before using the next bottle. After it was applied she took the bandages in her hand. She began to wrap them around her middle only to realize that she was unable to pull it around her back without causing pain to her stomach and risking it bleeding again.

"Could you wrap me?" Kaitlynn couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. Even though she was in love with him, it was extremely difficult for her to admit that she needed help.

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At her specification, he retrieved two bottles of roughly the same size and shape, their green-hued contents being the most important factor in selection. Since she mentioned nothing more, he allowed the pack to close and, in turn, slowly lowered as he helped Kaitlynn back down into the grass. Here, he remained on his knees near her. Knowledge of caring for battle-scars was an element altogether unknown to him. Thus, he was left to observe and say no words as the young woman tended to herself. And he had expected her to for pride was a trait both of them possessed perhaps in different quality but near-equal quantity. Watching her was bothersome and Merek fidgeted like an impatient child waiting for the teacher to finally call for dismissal. He was there seeing as if he might advise her, but there was no advice to give. Struck with thoughts was he and his pride was pressed as he now knew that, for it to be possible to depend on him, he would have to learn all which was useful and otherwise necessary.

Passing before his eyes were her stained hands moving, a grass-colored salve she applied, and bandages of light fabric in long strips. The later he wondered at when she had reached for them. It was impossible that she should wrap herself but she was not going to ask him to was she? Merek nearly sighed to see the height of her own independence in this way but the sound never left him. For, she surprised him and asked. His dark brows rose and disappeared under his equally dark hair but his astonishment was not to be commented on lest he inadvertently jab at her pride.

"Certainly." His tone was flat, there was no sarcastic drawl nor an overly-gentle communication one might have with a child.

With her aid to keep the fabric in place at least at the start, Merek began to wrap her. The process was slower with him switching hands when unnecessary and also out of his own clumsy inexperience. But he endeavored to make up for it by asking at different times, if he was wrapping too tightly or if he was even going about all this correctly. Despite all, he managed it with had he hoped had been some semblance of pride. The end of it was tucked into another section and his hands fell from her. Still on his knees near her, his blue gaze wandered her once as if for some other, invisible injury, before settling on her eyes again.

"We should make camp here," he voiced lightly and it was clear his attention was not on his own suggestion despite having said it. Rather, his gaze was on her, over her face in such interest it seemed he was recommitting every detail of her features to memory. The curve of her jaw, her hair, those verdant eyes, her lips. Wounded and battle-worn, she was still beautiful. Truly, he hadn't been permitted to look at her or much remain near for quite some time and so he sat, transfixed.

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Re: Their Hearts' Desire {Closed}

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The way Merek had responded to her request wasn't what she had expected but it was exactly how she wanted it. She was uncomfortable with swallowing her pride and having to allow him to wrap her wound as she was unable. She directed him quietly as he took the bandages and tended to her with great care. It wasn't difficult to see that his hands were unused to such work. She was rather impressed that he had wrapped and secured it as well as he had. She felt the light pressure of his hands disappear as they dropped away once his task had finished.

"All right," she agreed without any hesitation or rebuttal laced in her tone. With the dragon having taken off they would be safe in the clearing. No one else knew yet that the place would no longer house a great dragon. With no one knowing it would keep the two safe through the night as no one dared to approach the mountain as Kaitlynn and Merek had. Kaitlynn also knew that she wouldn't be able to travel at all in her state, at least over night. The medicine would do its work and they would be able to start their return journey to Amice in the morning.

Kaitlynn wasn't uncomfortable or bothered as Merek simply stared at her. She was at ease in his presence and he had proved himself on several occasions that he cared for her very much. She waited through the silence before her curiosity got the better of her.

"What are you staring at?" her question wasn't clipped or rough as she asked it. Kaitlynn was simply curious as to why he was staring at her. Was it all the blood? Was there something on her face?

At that thought she felt a rush of embarrassment and the color tainted her cheeks. Kaitlynn had never been self-conscious of her appearance before. There had been no need for her to worry about it other than looking too feminine. Now that she desired the attentions of a man, she was quite aware of how she did not act much like a woman. Kaitlynn was perturbed that she suddenly wanted to be more of a girl than before. She wanted Merek to love her as a woman, and she was quite ashamed for her ragtailed appearance as she sat there in the grass. Even with all the blood Kaitlynn had never felt so exposed before neither had she felt so insecure with herself.

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Her question was a natural but Merek couldn't help the light chuckle which issued from him. She was the object of his staring, wasn't that quite apparent? But then, he saw her blush and realized his looking might be embarrassing her. Well, she would have to bear it now as he'd made up his mind to indulge his sense of sight for a little while longer merely for the sake of doing so. And too, the blush made her look so very feminine which he felt the need to suggest to her.

"You of course," he answered her prior question and continued. Raising one hand to touch the side of her face, his action mimicked hers from earlier but for a shorter time. After his hand had fallen away, he continued, “You appear quite feminine at the moment.” A playful smile rose to his lips as he was content to continue his staring. “Does it cause you nervousness?”

He moved to seat himself more comfortably and it occurred to him that, in addition to viewing her lovely form, he had not yet had the chance to speak with her at leisure. This was unlike the dreamy points in the meadow where time was forever to be considered. Now, it wasn't at all a concern and Merek was more than pleased. But, in the way it happens for most, he was suddenly at a loss as far as what to say and how to go about it. So, he voiced the first thing which came to mind.

“Is training with the knights difficult?”

He didn't know, being that he'd talked his way out of his obligatory training with them. It seemed like a taxing process though from what he'd observed. It looked offensive mostly, with swordplay being imperative, and smattering of survival skills added. But then, if one learned useful things perhaps it was less taxing and more worthwhile. Maybe he'd take up his training finally upon returning to Rishing.

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Kaitlynn's face flushed a shade darker as he stated so plainly that it was she that he was staring at. It wasn't an unwelcome feeling inside of her to know he was gazing upon her that way, but it was different and a rather alien sensation that she was unfamiliar with. At the mention of her femininity she was a little surprised. No one had labeled her feminine for a very long time. "Yes, it does a little," she admitted.

Her side still stung terribly from the deep wound she had received, but she could feel the potions doing there work and knew that by morning she would be healed enough to travel. She looked to Merek as he asked her how her training had been. It was strange to be in such an atmosphere with him where they weren't pressed for time nor was she one wrong word from biting his head off.

"It was," she said calmly. "At first I nearly gave up several times, but the drive to bring justice pushed me through. I was determined to become the best of the best, and once I did, it became my nature." She picked at a blade of grass as her thoughts drifted from those harsh memories back to the peaceful meadow where they had shared a couple kisses from one another. She felt the clash inside of her personalities. It was difficult to handle but she knew that with more time they would melt back together and balance one another out.

A thought came to her and she frowned. She remembered her promise to him to go where he wanted, and she remembered his promise to help her exact justice against the man who had murdered her family. She had given her revenge up to the dragon. She didn't know what to do now. This troubled her greatly. Her entire life's purpose had been wiped away. All she had trained for and the years she had spent hunting the man down were now a waste. The only thing left was to deliver the vial of magic to Amice. Once their quest was completed she would have no purpose whatsoever and it gave her a horrible feeling inside.

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There in the grass, the young man moved and sat back more comfortably, ears attentive for Kaitlynn words to the question about her experience with the knights. At the mention of her giving up, his reason pushing it aside almost immediately as if it were a lie. She had no reason to spout falsehoods and it must have been true but Merek doubted he could imagine her admitting defeat, no matter the level of difficulty. As he listened to her explain, it made more sense. Certainly she must rank in the best the guard had to offer. Of that he had no doubt.

"I expect my father would have heard of you then," Merek said smoothly, not in the way one would traditionally speak when referring to another who had recently passed. Rather, it was as if he spoke of someone he hadn't known terribly well, not a father. And yet, this had been the role. It bothered Merek do some extent but he still had known the man well enough. Thoughts rounding back by way of the kingdom, he spoke again.

"I do remember hearing having audience with the Knight-Captain once. I admit I was busied with thoughts of some other trivial matter and I must have rejected the request the man made to me." Merek was recalling an occasion out of the few where he'd been called on to serve as substitute audience while his father's health continued to fail.

"It was about resignation from the guard though, if I remember correctly. He wanted to devote the autumn and winter of his life to his family." He trailed here and offered Kaitlynn a curious look, one which was soon tainted with a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. Oh he had quite a sudden inspiration and he wondered how best to go about imparting it. Simply tell the young woman now or else let her wonder? Merek decided upon the later, resigning himself to only be budged from silence if she willed it. Perhaps this would do well to erase that which made her frown earlier.

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Kaitlynn wasn't one to brag about her skills or position. It had never benefitted her to show off her talent. She knew she was good, and any reference to her skill was based out of her personal experience and knowledge. She didn't doubt that the king may have heard of her. She had done a handful of missions for the crown. In the past when she was making a name for herself, there hadn't been many who had wanted to employ such a small knight that appeared slight in his stature.

She looked at Merek as he finished speaking. The expression he gave her had her narrow her eyes. What was he suggesting? She knew what he was hinting at, but she was too stubborn to accept the role he was offering her. How could she settle down into one position? She hadn't had a place to call home in far too long that she forgot what the word even meant. She lived on the road. She helped to keep the fragile peace that already was near shatter point.

In an effort for distraction, she turned her attention to her armor. It was warped from where the dragon had pressed her against the ground with his mighty claws. It was well beyond repair. Kaitlynn would need new armor. The thought of travel suddenly caused her to go green. Without the armor to hide her obviously feminine body, she would need a different solution.

"Merek?" she glanced away from the bloodied and dented metal and brought her gaze to meet his face. "I cannot afford new armor at this moment, and I doubt I would even find a durable set so far away from the capital." She paused and looked down at the simple linen shirt she had worn for a long time as well as the worn out trousers. "I'm going to need clothes," she knew her injury would prevent her from being mobile for a while. Even if she could move around, the sight of her in men's clothes, bandaged and bloodied, would cause too much of a stir.

Her pride stopped her from asking him outright to go to the town at the base of the mountain. She hated relying on someone else. She supposed that she'd rather it be him than anyone else, but it was still difficult for her to accept that she required his help for the next while.

The thought of having to travel in a dress caused her to turn green again. She hadn't bothered to wear a dress for a very long time. It did not excite her to be constricted in the layers of fabric for their return journey.

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The narrowing of eyes told him curiosity was nowhere to be found. He must have underestimated her, or rather, his own ability to veil thoughts. Then again, he hadn't exactly been trying to. Certainly she knew the unspoken suggestion left in the air. Judging by her response, the silence that was, he supposed she must be against it but Merek was not in the vein of reason now. His expression had lapsed into a sort of irritated one albeit a brief one. He resigned argue with her later about this, should it come to hotly exchanged words anyhow, but for now it was better laid aside, apparently in favor of a new discussion about apparel. He'd followed her gaze to the source of her distraction: armor. He expected it was a near second skin for her thus it was no surprise to see she was distraught at the idea of donning something other than metal plates.

"Those are never in short supply anywhere in the world, I expect," he said simply. The girl was telling rather than asking, as was her way. He could have needled at her for this obvious point but he refrained. No sense in angering her even if he was bothered by her still not being able to simply rely on any other being besides herself.

"Tesser is closest though I would not feel comfortable leaving you behind." Merek shifted where he sat and then pushed himself up from the grass but only enough to stoop near her. So much for conversation or camp he thought, wryly. Kaitlynn herself was indirectly covering that opportunity up. No matter, it would have to wait.

Then, he looped an arm around her back, the other out before her in the case of her stumbling. The idea was to help her up, should she allow it. "If you can stand then you should also be able to manage side saddle." Well, while she might be female, he realized she might not know how to ride side saddle. Merek sighed finally.

The likelihood of leaving her for a time seemed to increase with every detail of the present moment though it really relied more on the whim of the young woman than anything, whether she wanted to make the journey back down the mountain to the town of Tesser or wait for him to do so and then return. Left up to him they'd both go. He assumed she'd attempt to busy herself with something in his absence and he was against the idea of her inadvertently doing herself more harm that way. Still, it was up to her.

"What is it you wish me to do then?" He asked flatly, giving her the chance to instruct rather than ask things of him. The later was too much for her pride, he was certain of it.

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Kaitlynn observed him as discreetly as she could while pretending to be absorbed in her own thoughts about travel and apparel. He was irritated, she could see that plain in his eyes. At the same time she saw him push his ill manner aside and turn to her subject up for discussion. She was startled at how quickly he had backed down after her obvious attempt at avoiding the position he had silently offered her. If nothing had transpired between them other then their ill feelings for one another, than she was sure that he would've been more upfront with his offer. Then again, if they were still constantly at one another's throats, then he probably wouldn't have even thought to offer it to her.

The independent thoughts that had been floating around her mind about what tasks needed to be accomplished, and how she could afford to accomplish then, vanished as he came to her side. She saw how hesitant he was to leave her behind, and it wasn't necessarily because she was injured. For such a short journey, much had happened between them. The magic had shut her off from the memories of the meadow until she was prepared to sacrifice herself in order to save his life. Such a noble notion full of love had shattered the magic that had encased her thoughts.

Merek on the other hand had had to restrain himself in every way to keep from scaring her or driving her further away. Now that there were no restraints upon her memory, she knew she loved him, and she knew he loved her. It was a strange revelatioin now that they were out of immediate danger. She hadn't cared for anyone.

His flat voice caused her heart to reach out to him. The independence that had been flashing in her eyes ever since she realized she required help melted away. She managed to offer him a smile.

"I'm sorry." She said softly. "I don't mean to order you around, and I do not want you to leave my side so suddenly." The softer version of herself that he had met in the meadow began to surface as the rough warrior facade was pushed to the background. "I might be able to handle travel without causing much more damage to myself, but that's not the real problem." She pulled her hand away from her injured side and touched his face. "It's imperative that no one can know that I've spent the last years in knighthood. If I went to Tessar, or any other town, it would cause too many questions. There are far too many unkind eyes about this kingdom. You have a high position and great responsibility, but I doubt even you could excuse my crime without an uprising."

The sun was starting make it's descent in the sky. Kaitlynn knew that even if he left then, he might not return until dark. "I have no choice for now but to rely on you, and that is hard for me to accept." She spoke quietly as she looked away from him. "Would you please go to Tessar for me and find me something decent to wear?" the demand and authority in her voice had changed. "It also might be wise to purchase more potions."

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The smile and what followed caught him somewhat off guard as the expression on his face suggested. He spoken and supposed her pride would have endured only for the opposite to have happened, and the Kaitlynn he knew, that was, the truer version of her he'd met in the meadow seemed to have returned. The young man had, perhaps, been waiting for such a thing to occur without fully realizing it. It appeared she had a duality to her nature though this was to be expected. She couldn't have been any more experienced in the matters love any more than he was. Even in such matters, the difficulty to be oneself for another didn't lessen.

His gaze had remained against hers as he'd listened. What she'd said was true, it would be better for her to remain while he departed. She'd voiced the fact aloud and he couldn't have argued it. "Still I wish you might come with me," Merek began. "Dragon's disappearance or not, I imagine there are other there are other things about." Things which he hoped had sense to stay in the woods and avoid the clearing. Yet after voicing the concern he still rose, reluctant for the absence of her hand against his face. "Dresses and potions, I can't say I've ever had to buy either," he said with a smile, a touch of amusement in it. With final words of caution, he swung up onto the lighter of the two colorful beasts which had been roaming the clearing all the while, "Be vigilant. I'll return as soon as I'm able."

The horse shifted on her feet, an extension of her master's unease for leaving behind the young woman he felt so strongly for, even if it was only for a short duration. But he was still gone soon, the sound of hoof-beats steadily dying away from the clearing. The trip winding down the mountain was more quickly made than the prior trip up. In time, he neared the base of the mountain where the sleepy town of Tesser lay. It was significantly quieter and the sun sliding down along the sky colored the shabby thatch roofs in the orange hues of evening. The main street held far less people, most were settled comfortably in their homes now though a few stragglers lingered around the square with the vendors, hoping to catch a last sale before the day was done.

Enough coin provided he hadn't needed to worry about much searching. He went along and was drawn aside by a particular saleswoman who, after identifying him as someone she'd seen earlier, questioned about the other young man who'd been with him. To this, Merek said little only bought off whatever vials she described which sounded potentially useful. He must have ended up near half a dozen, all potent, and for various aliments. These had been stored in the pack and he'd then set to inquiring about women's clothing. The saleswoman had more than salves and potions, it seemed and she was quick to disappear into her colorful vardo. The dresses she'd brought out where quite decorated, embroidered and invariably feminine. They were the kind Merek would imagine the ladies of the high court buying and were significantly more expensive than any dress Kaitlynn would likely ever have worn. In the end the saleswoman singled out one as the better of the few and this was the one Merek left with, the folds of fabric all neatly wrapped in twine and plain paper which grossly contrasted the contents.

The skies were almost entirely dark when he'd reached the edge of the clearing once again. Slipping off Agnes, he retrieved the package and let her wander away with the rest of the what he'd bought. The minimized light darkened all as the sun endeavored to slip finally past the horizon. Still, he had spotted Kaitlynn and thus began to make his way to her. Stepping closer, he looked her over as if ensuring her injury hadn't worsened. "I trust there was no trouble in my absence?"

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Kaitlynn smiled to see him express such concern for her. Even with her potentially fatal injury, she wasn't completely defenseless. She could take care of herself, and if it came to it, then she'd speed away from the meadow upon Goliath. "I'll be fine Merek, just be as quick as you can. I don't fancy having to stay alone, but I'm all right until you return." She watched him mount Agnes before he left her alone.

She let the sigh escape her that she had been holding in for a while. The pain in her side was difficult to cope with. She had never been had an injury so damaging before and it was making it difficult to breathe. Every time she tried to inhale deeply it stretched and pulled at the open wound and she resigned herself to breathe in a rather shallow manner.

There wasn't much for her to do with Merek gone. Without him close by to aid her movement from the spot, she was unable to move much away from her current position. She laid down in the grass and closed her eyes as she tried to focus on something other than the pain that was lashed in her side. She kept her ears alert for any sound of an intruder, but there were none. The reputation the area had for a fierce dragon seemed to keep everything at bay. Not even the birds, except for one or two, ventured into the area. Kaitlynn doubted that the area would be explored by anyone for a very long time. The dragon's presence had been very intimidating and it was unlikely anyone would believe it had disappeared.

The sun had set and darkness had almost gained full reign over the mountainside when she heard Agnes return. She struggled to sit up, but smiled when she saw Merek walked over to her. "None at all, though I nearly passed out from boredom." She teased and glanced at the brown wrapped package in his hands. "I take it everything went well for you?"

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It seemed she hadn't much moved from the very spot he'd left her in, though this was to be expected. The differences now were little, mostly leaning towards time. Swallows twittered in the dusky skies and all was otherwise quiet when Merek had finally neared her. From closer, the smile on his face was readily apparent, and the expression had every bit to do with having returned into the presence of the young woman he'd grown to care about. "Well enough," he answered simply and knelt near her.

The truth of this wasn't likely to be revealed until she expressed approval of what he'd ended up fetching for her: the folded contents of the sizable package he shifted from underarm to offer to her now. Though it had been more recommendation than his own selection, the young man experienced a twinge at his nerves. Before now, he'd never been in the place of supplying a material request from a young lady. At the very least, he expected her to have some words to voice about the dress as if was bound to make her stand out if worn. While he was accustomed to giving the appearance of his true status, he supposed this was not so in the case of her taking on the semblance of a Lady. Wherever the truth of it lay, his attention was quite fixed upon her now in anticipation of her reaction.

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