Dark Blaze

Chapter 17

Above firmament, the crack of the cockcrow and the coruscate stars began to fade away gradually. Lenity gale rouse Aerline up early. Kristinov and Jharóld are still slumbering a few distances from her. Her rufescent freckles retract as she saw his visage facing towards her and her silky tenebrous hair rumpled after she awakens. She stroll to the mere to lave her body that was covered with telluric portion. Aerline took off Kristinov's vesture and hung it above the bush - still never noticing that her wounds were lost to sight while snoozing. The sound of the mickle burbles from the fall and the chirps of every bird singing for her. She soak her pale a bit skin and as well her darkling hair. She null feel her wound behind her back, she ponders if its Kristinov's effort to heal her. She scours her skin using her hands rapidly. Water mizzled to her face, her lips bloomed as the drops of a waterfall dripped upon it and her hair was completely rinsed by and by she stayed herself under the falls solitary. She heard a wave crushing to her thighs above the mere where she lave herself and thought if it is just a fish swimming along with her toes and knees.

"Your wounds where are they?" asked with a deep voice at the back of her. She was spooked by the sudden voice and was not ready to be heard and turned around shortly. It was Kristinov behind her shirtless and his leather hose soaked - she never feel or sense that he came along to bathe as well. Aerline immediately covered her bosom and her genitals.
"I cry your mercy?" She stuttered and her freckles on top of her cheeks rufescent like a berry that is willing to live chop. "I have seen hardly any girls with nothing on them," Kristinov said while laving himself as well - only intending to his forearms to shoulder. "How pervert you are" she let out with ire and pout while above her eyes occurred seeping. Cheeks started to turn plum anyhow while gazing her eyes at Kristinov's physique body. Aerline caress her back and indeed did not discern how she fulfilled not feeling the discomfort. Her wound came to be a light scar for forthwith and her memories of where they got them are still unrevealed beyond her mind. She tiptoed nigh where she hung Kristinov's vesture. Aerline loathe naked in front of men but she was scared to grumble back to Kristinov - the anxiety telling her not to. She has not dried herself first before wearing Kristinov's oversize vesture. Jharóld is still slumbering at the corner near the tree - even though he is the first one to snooze before them.

As Kristinov walks out to the mere soak. He warmed himself by squeezing his brume hair and compressing his pants as well with his tough fingers. He stroked his body and murmured something that Aerline did not have the chance to eavesdrop what he whispered, pondering if it is a cast. Instantly, his hair parched like he committed not moistening his hair. All of a sudden, his body cleared as well like a dog shaking its body to bring out all of the beads of the liquid above him. Kristinov saunter to Aerline and Aerline trudges backward as he gets closer. "Let me dry you off" He gazed at her emotionlessly while his hands were raised. "Is it painful?" she asked in embarrassment. Kristinov gripped her hair lenity even so not too tight to make her feel relaxed. While Kristinov casting a spell, Aerline's eyes were closed highly strung about what will happen to her body - wishing it will be prudent. Aerline did not hear his cast but unexpectedly she was already parched after opening her eyes to beholden. Her hair was messy like at first she got up and her body was at last clean.

Kristinov wear his armor after he cleaned himself however with no vesture above him - he preferred that Aerline will wear it as long she is comfortable within it. He kicked Jharóld's back to wake him up to proceed with his quest with his sabaton making Jhàrold reaction look like he prevailed upset. Aerline did not prepare some breakfast because Kristinov told her so. He whistled and the darkling steed of his, galloped onward to him. "Wait, give me a minute, Kris!" Jharóld said in a hurry and he immediately dash to wear his armor and prepare his mickle hammer on his aspect. Aerline took some leaves and lave them up to make a small chemise to cover her genitals before she ride onto Dusk. The tenebrous knight gives Aerline a hand to ride. Jharóld was already on his steed, hair is messy with a fatigued face - seems that his quest was not fitted to him. "We are good now, Sir". All at once they their steeds gallop out to the Nymph mere without eating breakfast - all of them felt the rumble beyond their belly, telling them to devour some food to devour one another instead. A bright illumination above the firmament. Sizeable fuzzy clouds running above in a bright sea. Trees are waving along the side of their pathway from the gust trudging them. Aerline moved her fingers back and forth on her left hand, dancing alongside the breeze. Harking to the gallops from the steeds and strong winds. Afar behind is the Nymph mere, the view comes to be a faded haze. Below them were the footsteps of a horseshoe on the telluric, after they passed on by - it will never exist evermore.