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23.Jan.17, 03:12 AM
Seeing as the offer still stood, M’ris wasted no further time in removing the remainder of his clothing. However, before stepping into the water, the bronzerider held up a finger to symbolize needing an extra moment and dashed off to the kitchen where he fetched the tray of fruit. Upon returning, the tray was set within reach of the tub and carefully slipped into the warm water behind Ameris, his legs going to either side of the woman so he could nestle in close behind.
M’ris brushed Ameris’ hair aside and placed a kiss to the back of her neck before wrapping his arms around her, letting his hands rest gently on her belly. “I’m not going to ask how your day was because all duties and worries of the day were left behind at the door. Anything else is fair game.” He’d also be content in sitting in silence and enjoying the company as he leaned back against the side of the tub with a content sigh. It was truly odd how soothing water could be in the right circumstances. Typically he was all about getting in and out after a quick scrub down and never really understood why some people went to bathe so they could be alone and think.
Mosiath, you’re free to spend the evening with Mizeath if you’d like but put the word out we’re not to be disturbed until late tomorrow morning. Barring extreme circumstances, of course. M’ris grinned as Mosiath suggested it’d be entertaining to watch everyone run around in a panic without their leadership but assured he’d make sure everyone knew there were other people around that could solve any issues that sprang up; like the dragonless riders that served as their mentors. Mosiath had once confided he felt weird around them and almost guilty though M’ris couldn’t understand with the dragon would have guilt over something he couldn’t control until the great bronze pointed out he had survived when so many others had not.
Shaking away that depressing memory and those that often tagged along for the ride, M’ris grabbed a slice of apple, popping it into his mouth. A moment later and he frowned as there was a slight taste of something close to soap and realized he had had bubbles on his hand when he swiped the fruit. With a laugh, he gave caution to Ameris, “the bubbles may smell nice and even be pretty, but I advise against eating them.”
M’ris brushed Ameris’ hair aside and placed a kiss to the back of her neck before wrapping his arms around her, letting his hands rest gently on her belly. “I’m not going to ask how your day was because all duties and worries of the day were left behind at the door. Anything else is fair game.” He’d also be content in sitting in silence and enjoying the company as he leaned back against the side of the tub with a content sigh. It was truly odd how soothing water could be in the right circumstances. Typically he was all about getting in and out after a quick scrub down and never really understood why some people went to bathe so they could be alone and think.
Mosiath, you’re free to spend the evening with Mizeath if you’d like but put the word out we’re not to be disturbed until late tomorrow morning. Barring extreme circumstances, of course. M’ris grinned as Mosiath suggested it’d be entertaining to watch everyone run around in a panic without their leadership but assured he’d make sure everyone knew there were other people around that could solve any issues that sprang up; like the dragonless riders that served as their mentors. Mosiath had once confided he felt weird around them and almost guilty though M’ris couldn’t understand with the dragon would have guilt over something he couldn’t control until the great bronze pointed out he had survived when so many others had not.
Shaking away that depressing memory and those that often tagged along for the ride, M’ris grabbed a slice of apple, popping it into his mouth. A moment later and he frowned as there was a slight taste of something close to soap and realized he had had bubbles on his hand when he swiped the fruit. With a laugh, he gave caution to Ameris, “the bubbles may smell nice and even be pretty, but I advise against eating them.”
