The captain looked at Elyna long and hard without so much and twitching. Malcolm had been deadly serious and hadn't expected Elyna to laugh about it. "Some how I think my methods are worlds apart from that of your friend's," he told her, seconds later answering her question with the same echoed word, "anything," the man nodded, "I could make you forget your own mother, or believe that Jacadons can't fly, even while you watch them race overhead," he smiled; it felt nice to smile about sharing half a secret.
Malcolm was quiet for a few long seconds after Elyna's follow up question, he answered all of he sudden as if the right words had only just sprung to mind. "Would I be here otherwise?" As incriminating as they were, Malcolm felt that they worked.
The sky heaved and rattled then above them, riders bringing their mounts down to land, it looked as if a storm was setting in and would hopefully pass by morning. "Lady Elyna," he rose, "I must be off, my horse is rather skittish and I don't fancy my chances of getting home in one piece if the storm worsens before that happens." There was only one problem, the noble woman was sitting on his cloak, something making the trip without would leave him looking like a drowned rat.
He took both her hands and gently willed the woman to her feet, smiling down at her. His skin was very warm to the touch, almost unnaturally so, and though gloves were usually on the menu as part of his uniform, Malcolm had gone without them today. For a while he just looked at her, until it seemed he remembered his reason for shifting her in the first place. "My cloak," Malcolm grinned, his teeth surprisingly white for a man as old as him, and released her hands.
Malcolm was quiet for a few long seconds after Elyna's follow up question, he answered all of he sudden as if the right words had only just sprung to mind. "Would I be here otherwise?" As incriminating as they were, Malcolm felt that they worked.
The sky heaved and rattled then above them, riders bringing their mounts down to land, it looked as if a storm was setting in and would hopefully pass by morning. "Lady Elyna," he rose, "I must be off, my horse is rather skittish and I don't fancy my chances of getting home in one piece if the storm worsens before that happens." There was only one problem, the noble woman was sitting on his cloak, something making the trip without would leave him looking like a drowned rat.
He took both her hands and gently willed the woman to her feet, smiling down at her. His skin was very warm to the touch, almost unnaturally so, and though gloves were usually on the menu as part of his uniform, Malcolm had gone without them today. For a while he just looked at her, until it seemed he remembered his reason for shifting her in the first place. "My cloak," Malcolm grinned, his teeth surprisingly white for a man as old as him, and released her hands.
