Till Death

[Seara]

As he bows as he opens the door she frowns sweeping in her lady's maid behind her and the rest of the servants come bringing in luggage setting things up for her extremely effeicently. Moving over to one of the two beds, she sits down as her lady's maid takes off her slippers and another one of her servants draw two baths in the chamber adjoining them. He can see that the room is elaborate in fine rich silk beddings and canopys above both beds with sheets that can be drawn for privacy. There is a desk in the one corner and two big stuffed chairs, with a small table between them seeming to be for private dinning. There is a dressing screen That is nice a thick so that even if a candle was behind it you would not be able to see a shadow. Fallyn goes and moves behind the screen with her lady's maid. They are behind it for almost almost 30 minutes before she walks back out in a thick robe moving towards the bathing chamber. He might as well not even be there as far as she is concerned. She will only speak to him if he talks to her first.

[WyzardWhately]

Galryn is already situated in his own bath by the time she comes out.  A towel, change of clothes and his small-sword occupy a chair within arm's reach of the tub.  His hair falls down in long wet locks, as he has apparently already washed.  Pink and white scars show up on his arms, chest, and shoulders above the suds.  They record a complex geography of the past, clearly meaningful but with no key to decipher them.  He seems more self-possessed now, perhaps he's sobering up.  He nods to her in greeting when she emerges, and addresses the servants in an even tone.  "Leave us.  You will be called for if we require anything further."

[Seara]

Fallyn nods to her lady's maid as she looks almost panicked at being asked to leave. You would think the girl has never been away from her mistress before. The girl walks out almost sulking. Fallyn moves over to her tub picking up the hem of her bath robe and steps in with her robe still on. She undoes the belt and holds the robe so that when she takes it off he does not see her body. She slips down into the water and drops the robe on the floor. The suds were up to her breasts so all he can see is her from the neck up. She lays back her hair is still up so it does not touch the water except for the few tendrils at the base of her neck that manage to touch the water. She closes her eyes and looks truly relaxed for just a few seconds, the ice that seems to run in her veins seems to melt for a few brief moments as the watter laps at her.

[WyzardWhately]

He arched an eyebrow at her performance with the robe, but said nothing.  The poor thing, I think she's actually shy.  Well, no doubt that's why she's been so standoffish.  With a sigh, he set in to watch her.  He could be endlessly patient when it suited him, and for now he chose to let her be comfortable.  He played idly with a sponge while she soaked.  This whole process was clearly going to be more stumbling and complicated than he was used to - Galryn could tell she was more than middling attractive, and he did desire her.  He took the period of silence to examine those feelings, dissect them and search through their components.  What was he feeling? Simple lust, or possessiveness, or a desire to assert his control over her?  It was an uncertain matter, and he misliked not knowing his own feelings about someone he would be spending so much time around.

[Seara]

She keeps her eyes closed for several minutes before she looks over at him. She thinks how rugged and manly he looks even at this time. He could be come a suitable husband after she polishes all of these rough edges off from him. It may take him fifty years to learn though. She sighs to herself wondering if she is going to be able to stand his in ability to know what is proper in the mean time. She takes some soap of the table neer her and she begins to wash her self with a sponge that is provided. She seems very intent on not talking to him unless he talks to her.

[WyzardWhately]

Galryn looks directly into her eyes when she looks his way, impassive, perhaps slightly quizzical.  He sweeps his hair back, tucking the waterlogged ropes behind the points of his ears, and then squeezing the water patiently out to run down his back and into the tub.  He retrieves a leather thong from the nearby chair when done, and loosely binds it into a sort of ponytail.  When he's done, he steeples his fingers in front of his chest for a while, absorbing the silence.

"Well, there's no superfluous ears in the room now.  Tell me your thoughts."

[Seara]

Fallyn continues to scrub herself. She looks up as he speaks not stopping from scrubbing herself to speak to him. She takes a few seconds before she answers him. She does give him the dignity of looking at him as she speaks. He can only wonder where her hands are scrubbing as she looks at him. Her expression goes cold again as she looks at him. The sense of her being relaxed is gone.

"As of the moment I am planning tomorow. I do beleive we have a cabin to stay in while the estate is being set up. I have to pick out colors and fabrics for each room. It is a long process that I could have had done over the last year if I knew this was going to happen. I am also thinking of what businesses I would like to start investing in over the next six months. Are those the thoughts you wanted to know?"

[WyzardWhately]

"Really?  You looked very relaxed for such a weighty consideration.  Do feel free to let me in on the plans, I may act as a sounding-board if you wish."  He stretched and yawned, like a cat, the corded muscles standing out on his arms and chest.  "It's even possible I could manage to produce a preference as to the decoration of some of the rooms."  He stands up out of the tub and proceeds to towel off.  He seems completely unselfconscious, carrying a faint implication that he's been nude before others on a number of occasions.  The scars trail down his body and legs, rich in both number and variety.  Some look like cuts, others burns, a few stranger ones defy easy analysis.  The towel envelopes his head as he dries off his face and hair

[Seara]

She looks away as he stands up. She doesn't look at his body as he towels off. Not even seeming to be curious at what he looks like. She finishes scrubbing herself and puts the sponge on the table she covers her breasts when he is standing so that he still can not see them.

"Well I am considering a more airy feel to most of the house. You see way too many houses done in dark tones that make their homes look like ancient castles. I want the fabrics to be rich but not brooding. I am sure that you will want to decorate your wing how ever you like. I will not pretend to want to decorate them for you. I would like to be in the house within four months. That way we will be nice and settled in before the annual feasts begin. I don't know about you but I like to entertain."

She waits for him to cover up before she looks back towards him.

[WyzardWhately]

"That sounds entirely fine."  She seems doomed to wait for him to dress, as he shows no inclination to do so.  Once dry, he hooks a chair with his ankle and seats himself behind her.  He still has a sponge in-hand, and intends to wash her back in the absence of her maid.  "I do enjoy entertaining, although I suspect we'll have some adjustment to do, on both our parts, as to the probable guest-lists.  It seems we don't move in the same circles, or haven't in the past."

[Seara]

She does not lean forward for him. She looks behind her at him her arms covering her breasts. She blushes as the thought of him washing her.

"You should get dressed, you will catch a cold. But anyways, yes we do run in seperate circles and I would expect that we would have to make sure to mix our circles delicatly."

She becomes quiet on the matter before she ends up saying somthing she regrets about his circle of associates. She doesn't mention that she has no intention of adjusting for his group of people. She would not be associated with the types that she saw at their wedding, but that would be a argument she would take on another day. She figured later in the evening she would have to to take on an argument that he would walk away from not very happy.

[WyzardWhately]

He smiles a bit, taking her blush as a positive sign.  A blushing maid, indeed.  Her icy shell may yet crack, if I'm warm enough.  "I'll be just fine, the room's warm enough for my taste."  He sets to washing her shoulders anyway, his fingers surprisingly deft when contrasted with his normally brusque mannerisms.  And so deciding to content himself with those parts of her that he can reach, he tries to keep the conversation going, at least.  "True enough, I've few enough friends who could be considered appropriate for dinner parties.  I've plenty enough contacts to build an excellent household guard, though.  And there's a question I haven't the answer to: where is this estate to be situated?"

[Seara]

She lets him wash her shoulders not moving at all her hands still covering her breasts. She does move foward with slight coxing from him so that he can wash her back. She just wishes that he would leave her so she could get up and go to bed, it had been a very taxing day but she won't tell him so. She does begin to invountarly shiver a little bit as the water begins to grow tepid.

" Well as long as you do have some friends that will be ok to have over, but I warn you I do not like to be embarased. We are to be on the East half of my family's estate in the mannor house there. My parents will reside in the main house untill they pass. The cottage is about a mile away from there. Are you not familar with my estates? Why will we need more guards then what I already have stationed? I have no aparent enimies, do you?"

She begins to shiver even more now her teeth clattering together softly.