Malcolm returned the snake to the scantily clad woman and congratulated Elyna with a proud look, he knew the bitter taste fear left in the mouth, after all, he had invoked so much of it in his time. Testing people's boundaries was something the captain was quite fond of and Elyna did nought but surprise him yet again; just something else to love about her. The couple went on their way, touring the vast fairgrounds and looking at all the strange and wonderful sights brought to them by both man and beast alike. They had played a few more target games, watched an aerial acrobatics show, fed a two headed duck, and let an old woman read their fortunes; Malcolm's had been very dark and foreboding with the promise of a great many trials yet to face, while Elyna had been showered with whispers of good fortune and true love, the kind of things most girls wanted to hear, even if they didn't always like to admit it.
The morning had flown by and after a midday show had ended, the afternoon too seemed to race by, a wonderful day topped off with a small bag of sweets on the way out the gates, toffees Malcolm toyed with refusing to share, only to give them up during the walk back to the city. He had managed to forget about his pending travels to Krom, his duty as a knight, father, and nobleman, losing himself instead to the welcomed distraction Elyna had provided. She too seemed another person this day, with her pretty dress and neatly styled hair, a humbling fear of snakes, and a shared sense of adventure that only enticed the man to want to learn, see, and do more along side the woman he still wasn't sure he should be seen with at such ease in public.
Back within the city walls Malcolm kept a respectable distance as it was difficult to tell which of the many knights or city guard on patrol knew or would recognise either of them, even out of uniform. It was dusk by the time they made it back to midtown. The sky was a wash of pink, mauve, and a deep shade of blue that grew darker and darker as the sun set beyond the shore. The dread of the inevitable goodbye he supposed they would have to go through once they made it to up the street he lived on weighed his steps and as the lamp-lights were lit and the city prepared to sleep, Malcolm started to drag his feet, blaming it on the climb they had made between here and low-town. They were almost beyond the business district and getting close to home when Elyna stopped him outside the inn, the same place they had visited for a shared meal earlier on in the season only to forego that in favour of much more basic desires, to then be rudely interrupted by two of the men from his unit.
Hesitantly he followed the Skyrider inside, wondering what she had planned and what the mischievous little twinkle in her eye meant. Malcolm stopped at the bar, prepared to order them a couple of drinks and an evening meal, only to be summoned by the coy arch of a dark brow and crooked finger. Room service in that case? A bottle of Venora wine accompanied them to one of the rooms upstairs, the neck of the bottle choked in the man's grasp, wine that wouldn't even make it to a glass before meeting their lips, the kisses that followed made all the more sweeter for its presence. Malcolm couldn't remember the last time he had undressed so quickly, like an excited teenager, delving into the unknown of promised passions. The love they made was passionate and fiery, then slow and knowing, as desire quenched, waned and gave way to threatened sleep, long dreamy looks, and whispered pillow talk.
Malcolm doubted the day could have been any better until there was a knock at the door, that saw him rise from the bed stark and tease to answer the door as he was to a bout of infectious laughter and pleading on Elyna's behalf that he should not. The captain snatched up a sheet and wrapped it about his hips in order to answer, opening the door just a crack to find that it was only one of the kitchen staff with a small platter of fruits, salted crackers, breads, and an assortment of cheeses that he had requested down at the bar. Hurriedly accepted, Malcolm then closed the door and set the platter down on the bedside table, letting no more than a grape pass his lips before returning them to the lady, as if invigorated by the act of getting up to his feet, which caused his blood to stir again.
"Thank you for today," he smiled and kissed the Skyrider's bare shoulder before rolling onto his back, "I have thoroughly enjoyed myself and the time spent with you."