Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141119151542/@comment-5583506-20141120190937

(Long post and a bit sappy. Sorry about that!)

Aldoran woke up from a strange dream. A dream in which Myling was walking across the room, even though her feet never touched the ground. It was as if she had been made out of air. He dreamt that she had been walking over to his bed and observing him for quite some time before she seemingly started to float and was surrounded by a radient, bright light. She looked almost like a wisp in human form.

When he slowly opened his eyes he noticed that sunrays were piercing straight into his eyes through the window. He squinted and covered them half-blinded with his hand before he got up and out of bed. Myling groaned in her sleep and turned to the other side. She would not be feeling well this day, he reckoned.

As he quietly approached her, he noticed that her scarf had slipped down, exposing her face. It was a pretty sight, he thought. He had always considered her to be pretty, at least those few times he saw her face as a whole. And from the few times he had actually managed to talk to her back in Ekendal, he had gotten to know her a bit better. But she was still a total stranger to him... Just who was she? Why was she always hiding behind that old woman Riamide? And what was her story with that man Rowan? For two years time he had gotten under the impression that Myling was hiding from someone or something and that Riamide kind of served as her protector, but there was little evidence that pointed him to the truth of it. And what had the ghost oak to do with anything? He still remembered the night when it had reacted strongly. It had been the night before Myling arrived. It was no coincedence for sure, but he couldn't see a pattern to it... yet...

She mumbled something in her sleep and he leaned closer. "Rowan..." She said and clutched her small hands to the sheets.

Aldoran sighed. Somehow watching her made him feel miserable in an odd sort of way. She was in love with someone who hated her. He adjusted one of her blonde curls on her forehead from getting into her eye.

She is so beautiful, he thought. ''I can't see any reason why Rowan would hate her. Besides, she doesn't strike me as the obnoxious kind of girl. Well, at least not when she is sober...''

He sat down on the side of the bed and watcher her sleep and mumble incoherently. It was really cute. Sometimes she said some worrying things about "the Dark shadow" which was chasing her and sometimes he could hear her mentioning Riamide's name and some man named Vilgot. She had mentioned him a couple of times before, during her drunken state, but whatever he meant to her, he didn't know.

He smiled when he heard his own name being mentioned, even though he couldn't hear in which sentence it was used. She could have been saying "Aldoran is a complete fool" for all he knew, but it wouldn't make him the least saddened. He was glad that whatever she was dreaming about, he was a part of it.

He had yet to mention it to her, but he feared that he had developed a crush on Myling since a year back. It was nothing serious, or at least he hoped so. It was mostly her captivating beauty which had first attracted him. Starkad had called him a "shallow bastard" and slapped him hard in the back of his head when he had told the burly old Nord. But the smith had been right. Sure, he was shallow, but so was the rest of the world. Her beauty had been which had attracted him the first, but he knew deep inside that it was the personality and the sharing of interests that mattered. And he intended to find out Myling's. He was close to doing so last year during Ekendal's Star Night. It was supposedly the same night in which a small star had fallen from the night sky and hit the ground in the Rift. A nearby acorn was struck by the awesome impact, but survived. It grew roots and eventually turned into the enigmatic ghost oak in the center of the village. They celebrated the celestial phenomenon thereafter by dancing and drinking. He had been talking to Myling for the entire night and gotten to know her a little more, at least enough to know that she truly was a kindred spirit. He had asked her out to a dance to which she had shyly accepted. As the dance got to a close, he was moments away from kissing her, but had been intercepted by Riamide who had grabbed Myling by her scarf and dragged her off to some dark corner where they had engaged in a long and dramatic conversation.

He looked at her. What was this girl really like and would he ever find out who she truly was? It pained him to know that she was in love with a man who clearly didn't deserve her. He almost felt jealous, even though he hadn't met Rowan until the day before. Why couldn't she see him as a potential love interest instead? Was her mind truly set on Rowan? If it was, he couldn't help to feel both sorry for her and for himself, knowing that she would never look at him the same way she looked at Rowan.

He slowly approached her face for a brief moment. He kept himself from breathing so that she wouldn't wake up to find his face so close to hers. It would have scared the wits out of her. But she was so beautiful... For a moment he really couldn't control himself and so placed a kiss on her lips. He twitched and quickly pulled back, knowing what he had done.

''That's so wrong! So wrong! Don't ever do that again!''

Myling wrinkled her eyelids and slowly opened her eyes, oblivious to the kiss that had taken place. "Uhm... Aldoran?" she yawned. "What... what are you doing up so early?"

He was as red as a tomato in the face. "I... I just went here to... to... to make sure your bucket stands where it should. If an accident were to happen that is."

She gave him a dazed smile. "That's so cute of you, since I feel that..." She swallowed hard and made a weird grimace. She then quickly bent over the bedside, placed her face over the bucket and coughed up the contents of her stomach. "S-sorry!" she said.

He clapped her on the back. "It's... it's really alright! I don't mind... I mean, I do mind... No, I don't! I mean..." He sighed loudly. "It's only natural, although I wish I didn't have to see you... like this."

"Thank you for being..." She swallowed again. "... for being so understanding." Then came another vomit. "By the Divines", she grunted. "Why do I always throw up lettuce? I don't remember having any?" Another vomit. "Gods..."

As the young woman continued to spend her moments over the bucket, Aldoran smiled. Sure, it wasn't exactly the most perfected of moments together with Myling. But at least it was a moment...

"We should meet up with Rowan as soon as you are... done?" suggested Aldoran.

Myling nodded vaguely. "Yeah", she spat. "We should. Might as well get it over with..."

When she was done she washed her mouth with some fresh lake water in a nearby bowl and looked at Aldoran. "Please, do not think badly of me because I have a craving for mead."

He shook his head, still smiling. "I don't. You are a Nord after all", he said and adjusted her scarf the way she always wore it.

She smiled back underneath her scarf. "We should get going, before Rowan finds another reason to despise me... Punctuality is a virtue, you know?"

"Is it?"

"At least for those living and breathing", she sighed.