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Kes'Trel

The capital city of the of Rynmere, here is seated the only King in Idalos.
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Damon Andaris
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Kes'trel kept telling him to see. Damon would happily do so, if he knew just what it was she wanted him to see. She unthreaded her fingers from him, and took off running through the streets abruptly. Damon stood, dazed for a moment, before hurrying to follow her. She was like a songbird, quick and eager, darting easily through people as if they were the leaves of a tree. Damon had more trouble, as he was less agile. He excused himself as he wove through the people, occasionally bumping into them, but always keeping sight of Kes'trel as she ran ahead.

He caught up to her, a little out of breath, but she took his hand again. She looked flushed and happy, and Damon smiled at her easily. She was adorable. He thought of Lorena quickly, but pushed it out of his mind. She had gone to Vaughn. For now, he was allowed to enjoy Kes'trel - and he did. Very much. Damon happily let her lead him, and he squeezed her hand as he walked. "Something's got you excited," he said, easily following her. She seemed to know what she wanted, and Damon liked that.

Damon followed her up the stairs, curiously looking up. She was from here? "What's up here?" he asked. Damon thought she was not from here; her language was too broken for that. But she pulled him along to a gap in the wall and took a seat, patting the wall beside her. Damon sat next to her, and after hesitating a moment, easily slung one of his arms around her waist, tugging her in closer. He looked at her, and was shocked for a moment when her slender hands touched his chin. Stuttering for a moment, wondering if she was about to kiss him, but she directed his gaze out and away.

He shivered as she spoke, her lips close to his cheek. Ah. See. She meant sea. "From across the ocean?" he asked. He gazed out across the sea for a moment, but then, making up his mind, turned to look at her. His lips were close to hers now, and he looked into her eyes. "You've come a long way, then," he murmured, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear. "Must have been difficult." His fingers brushed along her cheekbone. He wouldn't kiss her, though he wanted to. He would never make a woman do something they didn't want to do. Damon was comfortable letting Kes'trel set the pace; after all, she had to be comfortable in his home.
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Kes'Trel
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“Excited?” She had nodded, eyes fixed on her target before they began their ascent. It was good to share the things that made you happy. The former slave appreciated happiness, accepted it and revelled in it. Life could be made complicated with too much ease and so she chose to uncomplicated it with the same. No weights around her ankles, no chains around her heart or wrists. His arm wrapped around her waist and she obliged the silent request by shuffling closer. He was warmer than she was, and that was what she told herself. Warmth and comfort, she accepted it from him. Took it even, as it was her choice to do so. Not that the choice wasn’t made easier by his broad shoulders and expressive features. Dark eyes like a starry night…he didn’t smell bad either. She found herself drawing in his scent as she perched, tucked beneath the crook of his arm.
Finally he caught her meaning and looked out to the distant ocean. A long way? Kes’trel nodded, “Difficult?” she smiled with her gaze fixed on the horizon, the young woman shook her head, “was in boat, not swim. Not so difficult,” she teased him. There had been no choice in the journey. She had been taken from her home and now she was here. Yet, there was little point lamenting that tale or thinking too hard about what had been left behind. Reveal too much and he would know the truth, that she was a former slave. Not even a freed slave, but a runaway. Let him see the brands that lined her arm, and he would know. His fingertips brushed her cheek and she found herself staring into his eyes. Her stomach did a quiet flip as she wondered, for just a moment, if those lips would brush hers. Her skin felt scorched where he’d touched it, mouth suddenly dry.
Kes’trel swallowed the lump in her throat and turned away from the young man, pulling out from behind her a bottle of cheap red-wine, purloined from a cart on their way through the busy streets of Andaris. She offered it to the young man with a cautious smile, “good wine, good view…good night?”
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