Meaning: thoughts did not flow as smoothly as they should. Even still, that softening turn of beam found its way out again into view. Excused the steamy wash of breath triggering rapid flutter of lids and invoked a puff of her own make. Crane of head back a modicum and reward a fond plant, albeit gentle against reachable sector: underside of his chin-earliest in the way. Back down, narrow beak too brushed across the prickly outline shaping the outer most edge, "and I love you...hh'm...my star. I'll see you- in the morning."
City Elf	Old Man	8 minutes ago	Hand resuming its guiding placement through venues of dutiful wrap preceding did more to soothe, chasing away those particles of alertness and ensuring adequate points of rest across masculinity's preferred shape: him. Legs could not help themselves to imposing tangle albeit carefully at first. She could hold off on resting head a moment longer, but know the temptations to burrow in were strong as inclination lead pairs specifically them into privately comfortable settles. Questions big or small found their way out of bewitching traps instead, "...You sure you're not gonna wake up first again?" Perhaps it was one in between, all-in-all; still a reasonable wonder during energies quickly fading, as was handle on comprehension's innate finesse.
City Elf	Old Man	12 minutes ago	-- Or alluring, perhaps both; at times it became vexing to discern; 'haps there was no felt inclination towards figuring it out either. Nevertheless, Zilyana on hushed tone presented her case, "Stairs don't move." Carried definitive tone, at that, palm feeding itself out and elbow relaxed ensuring reasonable return of solid shape, "It's...different." Thereabouts the furrow inducing reach behind himself and the tug of layer over them. Eyes briefly wider from the ostensible sudden move, all became well again under the sensation of trapped body heat quickly detected and supplying timely ease almost too well. With a sigh hinting towards sorely needed before a mind to restrain it came about, Zilyana instinctively tucked herself just a smidgen closer.
City Elf	Old Man	12 minutes ago	Meanwhile arrived the habitual bloom of toothy grins no matter how vehemently fatigue may pull at these features otherwise. Crazy? Ahh, known to be; yes --wild as that ebony nest shrouding her crown. Give it a moment and the teeth bearing grin will fade, softening into shapes of mood considered cherish-able commodity on their own. Dull rose borders sought momentarily bemused purse and responsible flickers against an his arm's tucking pass under head. Naturally receiving compliance, those thoughtful crumples, gentle as they were, resided on elven visage for a couple moments longer for desired effect. Truth enough, esteemed gems flit from then back to watchful stations of sea and its weary-heavy warmth, despite teasing. "Uh-uh'hh," she breathed intent of refute, reading of exhaustion's measure greater than it ought to be.
City Elf	Old Man	13 minutes ago	All this prologue to the feigned quadruped advance, sidle, downward, then reach whilst sidle some more. Above, over, and around the stronger aid came packaged in summery splendor. Like a charm, success exhibited itself through assertion's reduction. Subdued the heart stirring drags to easier side-wise worming; Zilyana arrived at position favored most, if not lone acceptable. Frameworks rewarded for their efforts with surface area's marriage found on the cusp of its gratifying conclusion in the making, a motion immediately following. This presented itself in the under-weave of arm below those most helpful in alleviating momentum's burdens upon the strong-willed. Palm wasting not these precious moments of awake and seeking out its solid landing. Conforming with the slight protrusion, the elven hand aligned fingers with jagged branches extending from and around it.
City Elf	Old Man	13 minutes ago	Ohh, Zilyana couldn't even consider denying the unbecoming natures of do little or nothing without feeling herself a fool. Times at the earliest documentation of their beginning, the she-elf bared witness to these accounts her Raven was most guilty of. Something about under the sun all day and just then being able to sit down; greater suspect now than it were then with sufficient knowing to support disbelief-he would have sat plenty on the ride over. Consistency therein the lacks of and regardless the claims in progress no halt found the woman in her process of temporary farewells to pedal guarding layers. No visual confirmations from round-edged tellers were required. Zilyana knew, he knew she knew, and thus came the reactionary shake of her head.
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	Anything else was for pure pleasure, shifting weight to roll over a shoulder and favor softer outlines with the attention of bulk stiff in spite of itself, where alluring warmth was wont to foster in make of spells for slumber. "... Mnhhnh, yea'," conceding in absolutes, palm flattening against her back to press and push, hiking the blanket higher up their figures entwined, paying another sleepy look down into glittering treasures with the faintest curve of contentment amid his scratchy barbs. "--'ll even let ya nudge me," no wriggling free this time; Altosk's honor. Inbreath through the beak, spilled then out long through both ports. "Hhh'iiii love ya, darlin'."
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	The flat of his back rocked direction opposite only but a hair, drawing out the remaining limb propping up the back of his dome that he may reach over and sink his talons into the great bundle shoved alongside their tent's angled roof where it touched against the ground. T'was a heavier sheet than those enjoyed in either resort or inn-room, but a necessary weave of wool to best combat the open airs funneling in and out of their humble shelter. In one, enervating swoop his gesture undid its roll and drew across the lot of them in cover, blotting out carmine washes uncontested to lessen the strain on weary eyes alike. That was it; all dear Raven had left in his tank, punctuating this with a decisive drop of a once soaring swordarm around the outermost edges of elven frame.
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	"... y'er crazy," sharper instruments of wit now as though the flat face of a hammer, voicing his incredulity with full appraisal forth as his arm fed underneath the she-elf's crown and subjected her to its binding wrap. "Y'could... pretend s'th' eight stairstep, 'r somethin'." Vague point being that she found comfort in high beams and alongside ascending right angles, but a few scraping chafes was the deal-breaker? There certainly was a difference after a fashion, but not even bleary-eyed birds could let the opportunity to call the quirk deemed endearing into recurrent question. Why share any buffer between when the therapy for all Zilyana's unconventional rest habits lived and breathed close enough to caress? He should not attempt, however flimsy, to dissuade any efforts to render one another as natural as could be.
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	So easily those precious seconds could turn the whole day over if he were truly left to let his whims run rampart, and by the way he tired it would surprise him little were they to wake upon the next sunset. Zilyana would convince him otherwise in due time, stirring sights back before eyes peeling out from their coverage to catch her mindful crawl into place. "H'eh," One dry sound shaped from that pleasantly placid grin, lesser by typical pull's comparison and enjoying accompaniment by crinkles 'round his stare ensuring those drooping narrows slighter. He received with another raise of his wayside limb, loose in its hang to serve as guide for where its ensuing coil would better align the femme form against him, 'haps relieving the extra exertion of those inching scoots if only by a fraction.
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	Do-nothing elder here, robust bull there--the only truth one may say of his estimates were that they were never once rooted in honesty. Sure enough, his stubbornness lacking the conviction to sway even enchanted hearts pipped up from his horizontal sprawl, lids already yielding (surely, just to rest themselves a quick moment), while an arm unfurled from its fold to reassure amber temporarily engaged on her own treads. From the crook of his wrist, the limp hand offered out a pair of suspect sways. "... Jus' catchin' my breath, s'all." And down the arm went, though the long count out had been decided in the decisive idle of extremities elsewhere. All's he needed was a good second or two -- minute at the most -- and he'll be right as rain.
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	A very special exception, this one, the she-elf barely versed in Lumireian script and much less so the construct driving him able to channel the peculiar light of the heart-set gem. All for the production of his unprecedented enthusiasm, willingness of the highest grade; daresay this exotic soul-whisperer was a right natural in the now antiquated field of Blastia manipulation. There though lies the opposite end of Raven's always insistent spectrum: an inability to heed the hard wall of exhaustion before macho claims and unquenchable desire. No, no, then his aspirations pointed high at blossomed branches lifetimes out of reach, or toward the absurd umpteenth engagement farther still from the fog of sleep filling those hooded shapes higher 'till they threatened to seal up before sidles had been achieved.
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	Grossly inconsistent, his declarations of own perceived limitations. Most folk would not see him go out of his way to raise a single finger without crying feeble, appealing at the defense of comforts afforded to those of distinguished seniority. ... And more often than not in the same series of breaths it took him to perform the unnecessary gymnastics of encouragement oft' intending on spurring compatriots vexed to little or no avail. Not even Zilyana could claim ignorance of his unbecoming sloth, though further to that point she had also enjoyed the rare privilege of seeing her famously languorous bird fan out of his way for the benefit of gaiety's extend.