Hot and Cold Air Both (October 3009) - [Beleth]
Aug 26, 2018 1:50:37 GMT -5
Post by Calon on Aug 26, 2018 1:50:37 GMT -5
The water below the high cliffside looked as fire, bright orange and yellow as the sun sank below the horizon of the bay. Gulls laughed their last calls of the evening, white wings beating against the healthy gusts of October wind as they swooped through the air in search of their rocky roosts. Calon blinked against the wind, now running in tendrils through his curls and carrying the smell of salt to his nose. The air was cool, sweeping in from the deep waters.
“Hot and cold air both, Calon!”
His mother’s laughing words rang for a moment in his ears. Hot and cold air both.
A crisp breeze could draw him out to the hunt. A glass bead might sparkle in such a way as to require its purchase for his mother as a gift. A poor day at the forge could cause the young man to pack up all his life, leave his woods and hunting grounds, and move to a city of white stone at the other end of the kingdom.
A perfect, beautiful woman could draw him to leap direct into the most sacred bond a man and woman could make. A bond that was set in eternity by a quill alone, one that would last all his life.
He squeezed his hand, finding Beleth’s yet clasped comfortably in his, and though he felt a moment of surprise choke at him, he looked to her with glittering blue eyes.
Hot and cold air.
Well, there was nothing wrong with that.
“I suppose I’ll need to go back to forge work,” he hummed. It would be the best way to provide for them, to gain them a small roof and offer a good life. The purse of a smith provided more comfort than that of a groom. “I’ll get us a house—any house you want.”
He paused, the boyish grin widening. The wind played with his new wife’s dark hair. “Your brother’s going to kill me.”
“Hot and cold air both, Calon!”
His mother’s laughing words rang for a moment in his ears. Hot and cold air both.
A crisp breeze could draw him out to the hunt. A glass bead might sparkle in such a way as to require its purchase for his mother as a gift. A poor day at the forge could cause the young man to pack up all his life, leave his woods and hunting grounds, and move to a city of white stone at the other end of the kingdom.
A perfect, beautiful woman could draw him to leap direct into the most sacred bond a man and woman could make. A bond that was set in eternity by a quill alone, one that would last all his life.
He squeezed his hand, finding Beleth’s yet clasped comfortably in his, and though he felt a moment of surprise choke at him, he looked to her with glittering blue eyes.
Hot and cold air.
Well, there was nothing wrong with that.
“I suppose I’ll need to go back to forge work,” he hummed. It would be the best way to provide for them, to gain them a small roof and offer a good life. The purse of a smith provided more comfort than that of a groom. “I’ll get us a house—any house you want.”
He paused, the boyish grin widening. The wind played with his new wife’s dark hair. “Your brother’s going to kill me.”