88th Zi'da 716
"I can not believe you told him that you wanted to order cake," Faith said to him, pulling herself close to him as they walked together. "I told you they didn't serve cake. Tea. Just tea." She shook her head and looked up at him with a grin. "That was bad." Of course, what had been worse was that Padraig had made such a show of being disappointed and had apologised to her so very profusely that the poor young waiter had gone and bought some from the local bakery and brought them out on a plate for the two of them. "If you're sick tonight, it will serve you right you know," Faith shook her head at him in mock disapproval, "you don't even like cake that much." Neither of them had been able to finish said delicacies and so Padraig had a small box under his arm which contained, of course, cakes. "Mattieus will be pleased. He has a very sweet tooth."
It was a beautiful evening, cold and crisp with snow on the ground. Faith was well wrapped up, though she did not need to, but she liked to keep snug and it looked funny if she didn't. The crunch underfoot just added to the moment and, as she had once in a park, Faith stopped walking and stepped around so that she was facing him. Wrapping her arms around the back of his neck she lingered in a slow and languid kiss. "I had a lovely evening. Thank you for loving me so very well that I feel like a treasure." They both knew how far a cry that was from how she had felt and thought about herself before. She looked up at him with an earnest gaze, "All the words. Always." She grinned at him then, her eyes filled with desire. "Lets hurry home? I have an idea of what to do with that cake."
It seemed to Faith, should she ever consider such, that fate transpired to make sure that she and Padraig had about as far from a normal relationship as it was possible to have. Arm in arm and with a quick step in the crunching snow towards their room at the Order of the Adunih they made their way. As they did, Faith paid little heed to the people around them, in truth, but they really didn't need to because there weren't many at all. But as they walked, she heard a sound and turned to glance to the side. It was a cry, muffled no doubt, but a sound of pain and Faith turned with a frown. "Did you hear that?" It would have been hard for him not to, in the cold night air the sound carried after all. Faith, of course, did more than just turn in the direction of the sound, she moved there.
And there, as fate and fortune would have it for all concerned, there was Zvezdana Venora, initiate in the Thunder Priestesses and sister to Alistair Venora, cousin to Tristan. The heavily pregnant woman was bent over double, clutching at her stomach and Faith forgot, immediately, any concerns or such and she stepped forward, taking Zvezdana's arm. "What's the matter, tell me what you're feeling and where? Come on..." Faith looked at Padraig, then and she spoke in a tone which she used in work and only there. "Help me, please? We need to get her sitting down. Over there?" There were no benches nearby, but there was a raised grass bank and that would have to do. "Come on then, tell me what's happening and we'll help you, alright?"
So much, Faith considered, for her plans for the cake.