Rianna: Mage in the Beastworld

From House to Home

The morning following my coming-of-age celebration, Papa Liam led me to a humble one-room hut, crafted with his own hands as a gift for me. As I had transitioned from cub to a young woman ready to embark on her own journey, Papa Liam took it upon himself to provide me with a place to call my own. Nestled on the outskirts of our quaint village, in close proximity to Mama Rose, this cozy abode was a testament to the love and care he had poured into its construction.

The hut stood proudly amidst a grove of ancient trees, their gnarled branches reaching out like protective arms to cradle the modest structure within their embrace. Its walls, fashioned from sturdy timber harvested from the surrounding forest, exuded a rustic charm, weathered by the elements yet resilient in their steadfastness.

A thatched roof, woven from golden strands of wheat and wild grasses, arched gracefully overhead, providing shelter from the sun's harsh rays and the gentle patter of raindrops alike. Each strand had been meticulously interwoven, creating a patchwork of earthy hues that blended seamlessly with the natural landscape.

The doorway, framed by rough-hewn timbers shaved smooth and intricately carved, beckoned visitors with its welcoming allure. A simple wooden latch secured the entrance, offering a sense of security and privacy to those within.

Inside, the single room unfolded in cozy simplicity. Sunlight filtered through the small window, casting dancing patterns of light and shadow upon the earthen floor. A hearth, built from weathered stone collected from the nearby riverbed, stood as the heart of the home, its warm glow offering comfort and solace on cool evenings.

Against one wall, a rough-hewn table crafted from the same timber as the walls served as a gathering place for meals and conversation. Nearby, a bed, its frame fashioned from sturdy branches and woven vines, promised restful slumber beneath a canopy of woven reeds.

Despite its humble appearance, the hut radiated a sense of warmth and tranquility, a sanctuary where one could find respite from the cares of the world and reconnect with the rhythms of nature. It was a testament to the simplicity and beauty of life in the wilderness, a haven crafted with love and care by Papa Liam's skilled hands.

I couldn't stop the tears that fell from my eyes. This would be the start of my story, and I couldn't have asked for a better begining. I wrapped my arms around Papa Liam and thanked him. That was when Kairon came by with a large satchel tossed over his shoulder. Papa Liam grumbled, but left us alone. I smiled up at Kairon, those iridescent eyes of his capturing me in his hypnotic hold. The corners of his lips twitched into a smirk as he slithered closer.

Turning to Kairon, my eyes sparkled with excitement as I revealed my plans. "This is it," I exclaimed, my voice filled with enthusiasm. "My own little corner of the world, where I can create something beautiful."

To my delight, Kairon's eyes lit up with a matching fervor, his gaze sweeping over the space with undisguised admiration. From the satchel slung over his shoulder, he produced a small pouch of seeds, offering them to me with a smile."I thought you might like these," he said, his voice warm with encouragement. "To help get your garden started."

Gratitude welled within me as I accepted the gift, my heart brimming with appreciation for his thoughtfulness. With Kairon by my side, I knew that together, we would transform this humble hut into a haven of beauty and tranquility, a place where our dreams could take root and flourish amidst the gentle embrace of nature.

With a shared understanding that transcended words, Kairon and I set to work, our movements synchronized in perfect harmony. Side by side, we cleared a small patch of soil on the far side of my new home, our hands working in tandem to remove any debris and weeds that marred the earth's surface. There was a silent rhythm to our actions, a dance of cooperation and camaraderie that spoke volumes without the need for words.

As Kairon sprinkled the seeds into the freshly turned soil, he stepped back with a knowing smile, his confidence in my abilities evident in the gentle curve of his lips. He understood that this garden was not just a patch of earth to me-it was a canvas upon which I could weave my magic, a testament to the boundless potential of nature when guided by a skilled hand.

With a sense of purpose burning within me, I closed my eyes and reached out with my senses, feeling the pulse of life thrumming beneath the surface of the soil. Drawing upon the deep well of magic that flowed within me, I channeled my energy into the earth, coaxing the dormant seeds to awaken and begin their journey towards growth.

With each passing moment, I felt the energy shift and swell around me, the air crackling with the promise of new life. Tender green shoots began to emerge from the soil, their delicate forms reaching upwards towards the sun with eager determination. Vibrant petals unfurled, splashing the garden with bursts of color as the seeds responded to my touch, their growth accelerated by the power of my magic.

In the tranquil silence that enveloped us, there was a sense of fulfillment that transcended words-a shared understanding of the beauty and wonder of the natural world, and the profound connection that bound us to it. As we stood side by side, watching the garden come to life before our eyes, there was no need for words. Our actions spoke volumes, a testament to the unspoken bond that united us in our shared passion for the magic of nature. Kairon's hand reached for my own and I held it tightly, leaning against his body as the exhaustion from using my magic set in. His skin was cold, and it felt amazing against my own warm body. He chuckled under his breath, and before I could question him he lifted me up into his arms as if I weighed no more than a feather. He held me close, pressing his forehead to mine and locking his eyes with my own.
"You really are such a tease.. my dear Rianna.." he nuzzled his way to my ear, making me gasp. "I don't know how much longer I can retrain myself around you.." I bit my lip, closing my eyes so they wouldn't betray the thoughts rushing through my mind. The words that came from my mouth were pure desire.

"Then don't.." I whispered. A low growl came from deep within Kairon's chest before he kissed me, crushing his mouth against mine in heated passion. It was my first kiss, all fire and hunger. Primal. It was everything I had wanted it to be with the person I wanted it to be with.