When You Get Back

Writers: Eimi, Dana
Date Posted: 3rd March 2006

Characters: Ailyn, Firon
Description: Ailyn and Firon share a routine morning before the earthquake hits
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 11, day 2 of Turn 3

Ailyn

"Look, Firon, I know you don't want to get up...but you have to," Ailyn murmured in her husband's ear, and he was doing his best to try and shut her out. She propped herself up higher on her forearm. "Oh quit mumbling at me and get _up_, hmm?" She lightly pushed at his shoulder. "You're being a brat."

"No, it's cold down in the cellar! You're warm," he mumbled with a impish grin, snuggling closer to lay his head against his wife's shoulder, wrapping a heavy, sleepy arm around her middle. "Don't make me go down there," he teased.

"Oh, I'm _going_ to make you. If I don't, who else will?" She allowed a hand to sneak around his shoulders and stroke his hair, the tender action at odds with her teasing, scolding tone.

"You are a cruel woman," he pouted. "Will you warm me up when I come home tonight?"

"That depends if you behave or not," she grinned, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Now, up."

"All right," he groaned, giving her shoulder one soft kiss before throwing off the covers. "Shards that's cold," he whined as the cold air hit his bare skin.

Ailyn rose, grimacing as she left her husband's arms and the warm, soft nest of furs and pillows to embrace the early morning chill. "Very," she agreed with a slight shatter. Gooseflesh rose up on her skin and she shivered, grabbing a heavy robe off the back of the chair. "How about some hot klah?"

"Please," he nodded through clenched teeth, tiptoeing along the cold floor to the desser so he could pull out warm woolen socks.

"Mind stoking the fire while you're over there?" she called over one shoulder as she made her way into the kitchen. "Sharding weather," she mumbled, grabbing two mugs out of the cabinet. She couldn't wait for warmer weather!

Firon pulled his warm undershirt and tunic over his head and walked over to the fire. "Is there any of that stew left from last night?" he called towards the kitchen. "I was thinking that would be good for breakfast. Warm us up a bit."

"_Stew_?" Her head peeked around the corner. "For _breakfast_?"

"Why not?" he called back. "I love your stew, and it would be a warm and hearty way to start the day. Besides," he said as he walked towards the kitchen, "If all you have to do is heat up the bread and stew, it means I get more time to have breakfast with you this morning."

She smiled up at him. "Point. You win. I'll get your stew." Ailyn then began her routine bustle about the kitchen, half-muttering and half-humming to herself as she did so. After putting the pot of stew over the hearth to warm, she turned and poured them both some hot, _hot_ klah.

Firon smiled as he watched her move around the kitchen. He loved to just watch her. Her little habit of humming and talking to herself had seemed so strange when they were first married, but since then it had just become one of those endearing little character points that made Ailyn who she was. His eyes never left her as his wrapped his fingers around the mug, warming them to the point of almost burning. "You know, I will never figure out how you can like your klah so hot," he chuckled as he began blowing on the steaming liquid.

"You could always put a bit of cream in it to cool it down some, love." It was sweet of him to never complain to her over the Turns, and that brought a smile to her lips. Gathering two bowls of stew in her hands, she carefully carried them over to the table and set them down. "We're fresh out of bread... I'll have to go run and get some later."

He was disappointed to hear that. Stew wasn't half so good without bread to sop up the extra liquid. But he wouldn't complain. "That's all right, love. Stew is just fine." He took a steaming bite sucking in air to cool it. "Thank you, love," he muttered around chunks of burning hot tubers.

She sat down next to him and blew on her own spoonful of stew. "Glad you like it, dear."

The sat in comfortable silence for a while. Neither one _needed_ to speak. Just being in each other's presence was enough. Finally Firon scrapped the last but of stew from his bowl. "Thank you, my love. It was delicious, as usual."

"Even though I ran amuck through the stables as a girl, I still learned _some_ womanly duties," she chuckled, grinning at him before taking another sip of her klah.

"That you did," he smiled. Firon leaned over to kiss her lightly on her cheek. "I have to get going now."

She turned her head to gently brush the tip of her nose against his. "I'll see you tonight then. And I'll have freshly-baked bread waiting for you."

"Just be sure _you're_ waiting to," he teased and kissed the tip of her nose gently. Her husband ran to get his jacket and boots on. It was always a bit cool in the wine cellar. "Love? Where are my gloves? The ones you made for me that don't have any finger covers?"

"Mmm..." She rose to her feet. "They aren't in the drawer?"

"No," he called from their bedroom. "I can't find them."

Ailyn frowned and went over to him. She dug through the drawer herself, but to no avail. "Did you leave them in the cellars?"

"No, I remember bringing them home." He shrugged. "I don't know where they ended up. Can I ask you a favor, love? If you run into them sometime today, can you bring them down to me? My fingers will be frozen."

"Of course. But for now, you need to borrow gloves until they turn up again, Firon. Surely others have a couple extra pairs that aren't threadbare?"

"If they don't turn up by lunch time I will," he nodded. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her close. "But if you find them, you will being them to me, won't you?" He gave her a little pout for emphasis.

She couldn't help but grin at him. "You know I will. Besides, it gives me an excuse to see you before the day is over..." She stood up on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the mouth.

"Well, then, I will have to lose my gloves more often," he grinned as he bent down to kiss her one more time. "What would I do without you?" Relectantly, he released her and turned for the door. "I'll see you soon," he said with a wink before disappearing out into the hall.

Last updated on the April 3rd 2006

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