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Aaron Dell · Visitor Joined: 27 Mar 2010 Posts: 11

Morning's semi-coolness was wearing off. A sure sign that he needed to get up, Aaron rolled over and reached for Amdiriel. His hand felt the bare pillow and he opened one eye in annoyance. Clad only in his legging he would have much prefered his hand hit flesh. Palm flat against the pillow he had touched instead of her, he pushed himself up off the bedroll. Quickly a ran a hand through his shaggy hair and strolled out into the open.

Stretching, he put his hands behind his head and yawned. The tap on his shoulder assured him that she had returned from whatever had woken her and he spun round. Smling, he looked from her to eggs in her hand. "I wanted to get you breakfast," she said softly. Her short hair seemed to bounce with the upturn of her lips. Reaching out to grab a strand of cranberry he leaned down and wrapped his other arm around her waist.

"I can never refuse your cooking." He kissed her gently and let her go. She rounded the corner to the kitchen and began her ritual of pots, pans and deliciousness. "I had wanted to make Trinsic by tomorrow, if that's alright with you." Putting down the pan and the the utensils she had been holding, Am took a deep breath and paused as if holding it to purposely terrify him.

"What if they don't like me?"

"My Brother's are going to worship the ground you walk on. If for no other reason than you will feed them. And if you have tasted Livvie's slop you'd know why they will love ya for it." He grinned from ear to ear to reinforce his jibe at his baby sister.

"What about your Father?" That demanded a heavier sigh in response. The truth of the matter was the Jonathon Dell hadn't cared for any woman in a good number of years.

"If he doesn't like you, I guess I am just setting up shop permanently here!" That elicited a giggle from her and a nod that the conversation was off the table for now. Aaron adored her and that was all that really mattered. The thing about Amdiriel is that even when he didn't say it, which was often, she knew how he felt. It was an unwritten understanding between the two of them. And it was one of those many little things he was grateful for.

Aaron Dell · Visitor Joined: 27 Mar 2010 Posts: 11

Aaron scarffed down the eggs she had made him, as well as the bread. Every so often he would look over at her and smile with a mouth full of food. The conversation had been light after the subject of his Father's approval had been laid to rest. Still something was nagging at him and as they got up he realized exactly what it had been. Amdiriel hadn't touched a lick of food. Not an egg, not a slice of bread, not a piece of cheese.

Granted the girl was as thin as a rail, but normally she at least nibbled on something with him. Meals had become a shared custom of sorts. It was one of the many many things they enjoyed doing together. "Am, when was the last time you ate?" He watched as her face switched to contemplation. The fact that she had to think on it at all send a curse flying. "You have to think about?"

"36 hours," she said offhandedly. It was as if this were normal. He knew better and as such he wasn't going to simply let it go.

"Are you sick? Are you injured? Are you trying to scare me?" The look in his green eyes was almost murderous with that last statement. Tact had never been one of his strongsuits.

"I just haven't been hungry." Her tone stayed within the lines of non-importance.

"That isn't like you. Now you need to eat." He turned toward her then glaring. If he had to force feed her so help him he would.

"I'm fine. I just don't have an appetite."

"The hell you say." And with that he strode over to the tree log beside the pot with a quickness and pulled her down beside him. With a plate in hand in record time he held out a bite of eggs as if he were going to do some sort of "Here comes the ship" technique.

With a free hand, Am pushed at the spoon in his hand. "Hir Aaron, I'm not hungry." He scowled at her, his face an odd sort of twist with his eyebrows scrunched and his lips pressed together thinly. He was ready to strangle her.

"We can't travel is you don't eat. So you need to choose. Food and travel or we stay right where the hell we are."