A dance with the devil under the pale moonlight..

[Ekaterina]

Ahhh how she loved the nights, it was her favorite time of the day. They were cooler, and the aristocratic snobs had usually wandered off to find their beds to snore and slobber the night away. Not saying there weren't nobles out milling about in much the same manner as she, only they were more in alignment to her style. Since she had a part to enact, one of the things necessary was projecting an image that would be set upon others minds. About the Stumble, the vision most encountered there was that of the huntress. However, in Kiel, she was a leopard that had changed its spots. Here, the vision portrayed would be that of the very title she abhorred but used when it benefited her most. One would think the thieves of the community would be on the prowl and surveying their easy prey, the way she looked this night. Only reason not so, they knew who she was and what she was capable of. Thus, the figure adorned in the fancy gown of silk make, a coloration which was a blend of blues, purples and blacks. The full skirt swayed about her as she moved with a pantheric grace, trailing slightly behind her. It tapered up into the form fitting bodice that only enhanced and accented those womanly curves a bit more. Due to the heat, the long belled sleeves had been removed so that the material just barely cupped over shoulders. Long flaxen mane fixed into the fashion of a braid which hung down the middle of her back. Small wisps of loose tendrils framed those chiseled features of heritage. Icy shards of crystalline blue were fixed upon an item that captured her interest upon one of the vendors’ tables. It was a pendant of sort, a stone of blood red encircled by a band of silver. It was the stone that captured her attention most, as it seemed to be translucent in make, and when glanced at from different directions, the interior of the stone seemed to move. It was like a swirling motion of a light mist, some areas brighter than others. In fact it resembled more a flowing liquid than a vapor in appearance, as if a glass bobble filled with blood. The merchant was being quite persistent on her purchasing this piece. Claiming it was perfect for her, a soul mate of a bobble. She half listened to his sales pitch, for it was the motion within the stone that had her momentarily captivated.


Sleep for the Tsol Raa had become quite a task, lately. Upon closing his eyes he'd start out in a dream and then it'd quickly become nightmares. Fear; it was nonexistent within the immortal but these nightmares were becoming rather vivid. This night had begun no different having needed his rest for the follow day. However, there he had lain with his eyes staring up and thoughts consumed. He felt a walk around Kiel could ease his mind and potentially provide answers or at least more insight to the Barbarian King or his pet dracolich. He had also been working on obtaining a much cleaner reputation within the port by lending a hand where it could be used and occasionally teaching a fresh hand with old techniques. Many of the children gathered when Osiris ventured into town now because of it. Such an image had little use during the darker hours of the evening where most of them were in bed. The tunic he wore was a light cream in color. However, the over tunic was sleeveless and composed of white with silver and black trimming the shoulders. The half-cape came with a leather shoulder pauldron to maintain its place. A crimson sash wrapped around the waist but it was overlapped with another layer of leather. Two-piece leather boots fastened and then he had grabbed his left-handed vambrace of onyx and sterling. After making his preparations he set out for the market to see what he could uncover. The Tsol Raa's movements were beyond swift and his step had an unnatural fall. It was as if he was being carried by the light breeze the atmosphere had brought along with it. After a short while he stumbled upon none other than Ekaterina observing a rather unique pendant. She might have caught the aroma of sandalwood before his approach but the hood he wore provided a much darker shadow than normal. If she was to provide a closer inspection she'd see a mask beneath it. It was also black with an outline of silver around the right eye but those shadowed sockets didn't give any indication to who was behind such. Silence on his part while he lifted his attention to the vendor.


The pendant seemed to become warm in her hold, as if absorbing her heat and returning it. Another interesting facet was the way it seemed to capture the nearby light of torches and lanterns, reflecting it within as if a living pulse of light. Her hand tilted back and forth, then forward as she inspected it more. That was until a familiar scent reached her, and she didn't immediately look up, however a smile would slowly etch its way upon berry stained lips. "Quiet interesting, isn't it?!" More a statement than a question as she'd slowly turn to face towards him. Head to tilt slightly and chin angled upwards as icy shards of blue fixed upon the masked man. Slight rise of a brow at the countenance that loomed before her now when those icy shards of blue rested upon him. "Very interesting indeed." Was it the stone to which she referred, that was still nestled upon the palm of her hand that hovered at waist height between them? Or was it his appearance to which she now made the comment? "I had thought you to be resting."

Osiris quietly observed the item she held. The swirls of cherry spiraling within it quite mesmerizing but he managed to avert his attention toward Ekaterina. He softly nodded agreeing the statement he thought was regarding the stone. Said focus didn't remain before he started acknowledging the faint dimness of the light around them. Was the stone absorbing the heat and the light from the nearby sources? He could only assume as the stone pulsed. She knew it was him. If the natural fragrance hadn't given him away then his cold nature would have. "I'm finding rest more difficult to obtain as each night goes on." The melodious depths of his baritone relinquished for her audible. Osiris looked upon the stone once more and then toward the vendor. What is your price for the pendant?" As of the moment Osiris didn't sense any ill resolve with the interesting piece. A subtle glance shifted toward Ekaterina. "Is the resplendent lioness on the prowl or out for a stroll?" The break at the bottom of the mask displayed a curvature of his mouth as if smirking.

It would seem the man that now stood at the ladies side was going to be more reasonable, and this made the vendor puff up his chest and gives a snaggle toothed grin. "It's a steal I be tellin ye Govn'r. Well werth evra bit of ten gold. But like I be tellin ye lady thar. It be drawn to her, neva have I seen it light as it does in her hand." Of course the man would give the sales pitch first before that of the asking price. "I onla be askin a mere pittance of its werth, five gold. That thar be a genuine steal, it be."

For a long moment she just stood looking up at him. "Perhaps I should start fixing you some chamomile tea in the evenings, it might help." And a touch of sleeping powders without his knowledge? It could happen, to ensure the man got his rest. A glance towards the merchant as he babbled on to Osiris and a chuckle to pass her lips with a slow shake of her head. "You missed your calling as a bard." Teasingly stated to the merchant and then looking back to Osiris, a slight play of a smirk to form upon the soft surface of lips. "On the prowl? Why my good sir, just what are you insinuating?" Playful tone of softly spoken words. "I'm just enjoying the night and a casual stroll." Like any predator of the night would.


The antics of the vendor had amused Osiris. The way he puffed out his chest and the mischievous grin he wore. Even so, Osiris listened and considered the man's word. He claimed it was worth ten and dropped the price by half. Once more the Tsol Raa made a quiet evaluation of the stone. With little hesitance he reached for his pouch which was tucked within the side of his belt. Another was visible hanging off his side like a calling card to thieves. Why did he not go for it? Fifteen coins were removed from his pouch of the gold nature and placed before the vendor. "You'll later come to understand how much you missed out on, my friend." The statement about the tea had caught Osiris's attention and brought his visuals to find her again. "My master was a bard. A little known fact that many doesn't know about me." The hood was pulled down and the long strands of onyx cascaded downward. His gaze trekked toward her lips as she spoke further. "As a man whom just purchased a lovely woman a small pendant. I've only one request." Could she see the light beginning to shine beneath the hallowed sockets? Vocally, he didn't indicate as to what the request was but he did offer his hand. "May I?" If she'd allow him to he'd clasp the pendant around her neck.


The vendor would accept the coins and his grin grew wide. "A gute choice ye be makin, a gute choice indeed." Beady eyes would gaze upon the woman, and then turn back to the man. "Nah, ye will be quite amazed at just how special it be." It was then the vendor would turn to disappear behind the flap of the lean-to that rested behind his table, perhaps to hide away his small treasure of coin. "A bard? Really!? Every day I learn something new. Perhaps one night you could tell me a tale, or sing me a ballad." Meant as a tease, but not fully so, the smile that formed would attest to that fact. A glance given the vendor and a chuckle to sound. Focus then back upon Osiris when he spoke of his request. "I thank you for the gift." Now there's a rarity from the Norse, verbiage of thanks given. The pendant would be eased into his awaiting palm, and the warmth it emitted would be immediately felt. "I would be honored." So sultry was that soft tone. Practicing perhaps of the role in which she played. The smile took on a most demure vision, and eyes seemed to offer a sultry edge as they gazed up at him. It was then she slowly turned to offer her back to him.


The vendor had been rewarded a second glance from Osiris just before he vanished. Then, as Ekaterina began to respond he met her gaze fully. "I could. The day Jeb returned my sword it reminded me of a few of his teachings. Perhaps that is why I've come to spend more time within Kiel. A simple enjoyment." The gratitude had taken him by surprise but he didn't voice it. The pendant found his palm and he could feel the warmth emitting from it. The sultry tone that blessed his ears had an affect she'd not bear witness to. It's impact left for the mind to consider while she provided her back. Both hands came over her shoulders with arms actually resting there while he prepared the clasp and made the separation of the two sides. Then, he softly withdrew just enough that he could clamp the two pieces together and allowing the pendant to fall. "There you are, madam." A near whisper from him before he stepped back. Eyes trailed to the sky for a moment in quiet contemplation before resetting his sights onto her.


Hand lifted to rest over the pulsating warmth of the pendant as it rested against the exposed skin of chest. Slowly turning to face towards him again. "Hmm, so that's the reason you remain here, eh?" Slight rise of a brow and lips twitched slightly in a momentary show of a smirk. Quickly replaced by the demure nature of that smile, adding a more youthful appearance to features. Head tilted slightly as icy shards of blue fixed upon his mask. "Was there a ball tonight I wasn't informed of?" When inquired, she managed to provide the cutest little pout. "And you didn't ask me to accompany?" She was toying with him, as if he didn't know. A slow, deep intake of air that would cause chest to rise and press against the tight confinements of bodice. It then released in a slow exhale. "Thank you again for the gift. I'll wear it always." Hand lowered so now the glimmering gem was exposed. The pulsating motion within the translucent stone seemed to pick up on the beat of her heart and was now keeping pace.


The initial question had him canting his skull just slightly. “I heard there was a black widow that needed capturing. Little did I know her sweet, venomous kiss would become addictive. " She could blame herself for bringing forth his admission. The corner of his mouth lifted to depict a smirk of his own. Then, she wanted to tease him further and Osiris quietly watched the gem radiate in accordance to her heart. It held an attraction to him but he wouldn't allow Ekaterina's questions go unanswered despite their humored nature. "You jump to conclusions. T'is why I am here." Once more Osiris had extended his hand to her. "The open sky is house to millions of lights. Our audience all around with anticipated silence." He even looked around them as if they actually had a mass of people watching them. "The atmosphere a reverberation of rhythm and a lingering question keeping the crowd holding their breath." What was the question? "Will she dance with the bard or will he be dancing alone?" Dark hazels lifted from his hand and up toward the baby blues he had grown quite accustomed to looking into.


His words would be rewarded with a soft, melodic laugh. "Hmm, a Black Widow you say..." Amusement glinted brightly in those baby blues. "They say what don't kill you, makes you stronger. Perhaps that's the reaction you have to said venom." Absently her hand rose to rest over the pendant again, dulling it's reflective glow beneath the light press of fingers. "Oh, it is?" Head tilted slightly as she listened to him continue on with the explanation. When he extended his hand that which rested atop the pendant would lower and lightly settle upon his extended palm. "It would be a shame to let anyone dance alone. How unseemingly it would be of me to refuse such an invitation as that." Her hand to rest more fully upon his as she stepped closer. "Thus, say I, that we dance the night away and forget the troubles of the day."


Amusement and mirth captivated his expression. "A sense of feeling invulnerable." He confessed while he watched her hand. She had taken his hand and stepped closer with Osiris doing the same. His hand fully enveloped her own and Osiris began to led them with a step to the right. "The song and dance of the night carries a sweet and tender symphony." A step with her back allowing one hand to fall to her waist and the other held relatively high. “Washing away the tough choices and rekindling an unknown destiny." He was in rare form it seemed. How often did Ekaterina get to bear witness to this side of him? "If tomorrow never comes..." A half arc in a single step and being mindful of where his own fell. " ... then close my eyes so that I can hear Valhalla's drums." He couldn't peel his eyes from her. "Until then this is what I say..." He eased her to the side but not a beat was missed in their music-less display. "Enjoy the days as if they were our last and never suffocate a passion's sway." The term used loosely.

Free hand would rise to rest upon his shoulder, the other held within his grasp. Chin tilted slightly more to enable blues to gaze up into hazels as he lead her into motion. Head would tilt slightly as she listened to the soft baritone of his voice and the words that flowed as smooth as the very honey he used to sweeten his tea. The Norse wasn't one who took to soft spoken words, lest of all those with such a melodic flow. Yet tonight, she was captivated and hung on every syllable being spoke. Not once did her eyes leave his in their hold, and effortlessly was those movements that seemed in sync with his own. Rare it was, the state in which he exhibited tonight, but then so was that of her own. Soft, demure to a near coyish fraction, yet there was that seductive hint that ebbed upon her voice and reflected within those icy pools of blue. They were getting strange looks by those that passed by them, and although they were noted, as was her defensive ways, they were quickly discounted and dismissed from her mind. The air about her seemed to warm, or was it just she and it felt as such? The thought as quickly dismissed as it arose within her mind. "A silken tongue you have, Osiris. Mesmerizingly so." A near purr of soft words as they passed her lips in a hushed tone that was meant for his auditory alone.


Lately, Osiris had gathered quite a few odd looks and so tonight he felt no pressure. No evident threat loomed that he could sense and he knew the pair could handle such if it came about. Osiris wasn't a bard by any true measure of the word. Though, he had utilized their guise on several occasions to get to where he needed to be. She was warm to the touch and to the point that the Tsol Raa had silently acknowledged such. The compliment having caught the shell of his ear had him softly smiling and remaining the visual connection he had within her eyes. “You learn a few things when you get old." His laughter was light but carried the fullness of his delight. Osiris took a second to look at the pendant she wore before trailing his eyes north. "How're you feeling?" He wasn't sure how the stone worked but it was clear it had some sort of magical property about it. It also gave him time to recover from her vocal
caress. Sometimes that woman was just plain evil.

"Age is but an illusion of life, is it not? Some days you can feel as young as a pup, and other days as decrepit as an aged bag of bones." A teasing lilt to the breathless nature of that soft, yet husky tone. A step closer to be taken as they moved, a light press as the two would glide to muted music, save the melody of their own voices. Strange how silent a market can become, when attention isn't paid to that which surrounds you. "I'm feeling ... well ... warm." Stated with a twitch of lips, peering up at him from beneath those long lashes that lowered slightly to give a hint of a coyish look at him. "It must be due to...." Head tilted slightly and the most sweetest of smiles to form upon the soft surface of lips. "... the combination of words spoken, the allure of the voice which presented them, and the figure to whom both came from." Was the Norse playing the part still? Or was there another factor that had yet sensed? The actions exhibited would seem genuine in nature, so easily enacted as if the huntress was also kin to a wood nymph and exhibited their seductive wiles flawlessly like a second nature.

[Ekaterina]

And where the night was filled of the general murmur of passersby and the restless motion of the sea, soon another sound broke though the tepid ambiance and wove its influence around the dancing pair. Infinitely soft at first, it grew slowly in intensity - delicate, yet balanced with the intimacy of the moment. As the pair continued to swirl, the crowd parted, and both Norse and immortal glimpsed a familiar figure. Dressed in blacks and grays, with a long cloak cinched with the silver clasp of a spider, wilting rose pin shining within the depths of its folds, sat Randell. He perched himself on a small pile of crates, lips to a slender flute, fingers working the instrument with masterful precision. Now the music came, people gathered, watching both musician and dancers as the scene became more and more magical. The sound of Randell's flute was almost intoxicating, blending between a mournful dirge and a breathless melody. They could almost see a story form in their mind's eye. Two lovers, drawn together through impossible means, yet kept apart by bitter circumstance. The tune rose and fell as hope waxed and waned like a candle in the wind, churning the emotions of their growing crowd until many couldn't draw another breath less it was the thing that gave pause to the beautiful song and its actors, the couple which flowed to its beat with unnatural perfection. Like a tailor, he threaded the music around them both, fitting their momentum into the flow of his song.


That statement could not have been any more true. He nodded to further affirm. She moved even closer and Osiris welcomed it. The revelation to her warmth had left him rather speechless but soon the silence was filled with a poetic aria. The source was foreign to begin with but Osiris did not allow such an incredible opportunity be missed. Gracefully, two steps were taken to the right and Ekaterina was spun outwardly with his hand remaining clasped to hers. It was during that short time frame that he had noticed Randell in all his glory and working the instrument as if the deity Pan had blessed the merchant. It was with a tug that Osiris brought the blonde vixen back to him with a half spin to have her wrapped within his arms. The left hand seeking hers before coming to rest across her mid-section while the other lifted to press near the pendant. Soft, subtle sways as his own dark baritone came to torment her. Though, audible those nearby. "Day by day I've a desire that grows..." Every point of his vocals synchronizing with Randell's enchanting masterpiece. "From amidst the shadows and out of want this need arose..." Osiris lowered his head next to her so she suffered the full effect of his lips brushing against the lobe of her ear. "A need to grow closer and to never let go..." His attention focused ahead of them and then the hand near the pendant was let go and the one upon her waist had him stepping around to the front of her like a charismatic saunter. "Full of warmth and heat... but I'm ice and snow...." A low drop of his chords as he pulled her close to him once more. It was her turn to steal the show.

With such grace of motion the way she responded to just the slightest motion of his hand in guidance. Nearly giving the appearance as if the two had practiced countless hours, or spent years upon the floors of courts and manors ballrooms. Yet, this was their very first dance, the only time the two had moved in sync of motion. When she was twirled outwards, like Osiris, that was when she espied Randell and found him the source of the haunting melody that mixed with their movements, seemingly enhancing them, or they the tune played. Drawn back into his hold, eyes would briefly close as she listened to the words spoken near the shell of her ear. The sensation of lips when they met the sensitive surface in close proximity. Then she felt his shift of form, ever so slowly did lids rise to unveil those crystalline blues that again fixed upon those of hazel hue. "A breeze upon the heat of the night, one welcomed and inviting. It brushes past like the caress of a gentle hand, embedded within the depths of one’s mind." Skirts swayed and swirled about her legs and his as they continued to seemingly float over the ground. "Where ice does not freeze as intended, but instead creates a heat from which a yearning is born." Her voice maintained that soft purr as she spoke. "A need that has become a wanton more, a hunger that cannot be sated by the largest of feasts. An ache that consumes and not remedied by poultice or potion alike." Steal the show? Hardly! He was making her look good!


Before the pair knew the full effect of their performance, they were ringed by people of all marks of life. Mostly commoners, there were a few merchants amongst their number, and even a noble staring down from atop his horse, seeing well over the heads of his lessers. And all of them watched on silently, their features transfixed, captivated by both sound and motion. But no matter how sweet Randell's song became, nor what heights its melody grew in the evolving epic it painted for the audience, no gaze slipped to the merchant. All eyes were on the dancers. It was like the music was born of each new step they took, traveling the turbulent notes until it smoothed away in another segment of desperate opportunity. More and more, those chances came, the sadness ebbing away the closer they came to each other. An enchanting note, a trill of sound, as if to mimic their whispered words, conveying them to those that watched on. Old couples and new lovers alike drew closer as the song continued and the unlikely pair danced as if upon a cloud. Perhaps it was some trick of the music, but the space around Kat and Osiris seemed to lighten, while all else grew dark. Center stage, a priceless moment, so many witnesses, yet infinitely alone in their pristine bubble of intimacy.


Step by fluid step. They movements coming as swiftly as their speech and in accordance to the hypnotizing piece produced by the merchant. Osiris found himself easily entranced by the mellifluous rhapsody and the dulcet audible. He could feel the people around them but as the light put them on the spot that feeling slipped away leaving just the woman within his embrace and the rapturous harmony from the flute. Osiris drew closer to her yet and his right hand came to rest upon the curve of her hip. The other hand entangling itself within her own and they were as close as they could be. "So long ago we met in our youth... hiding and bounding our hearts from the truth " By this time the hand that was upon her hip had migrated north to rest against her cheek. "Drawn apart by the decisions of a shepherd... and now here we are the lion and the leopard." There was a hard swallow because it all seemed to rush back to him in that very instance. "Here we are face to face to rise above... staring back at one another knowing that we lo--." He stopped rather abruptly as he caught himself. In all his years of wisdom and knowing what to do next he looked a bit lost. He felt all those people looking upon them as the world came to exist again. Curse that gypsy.

Again mesmerized by baritone of voice and the silken flow of words to tantalize auditory. The world was spinning around them, more than they spinning about in the world. So close in that press, yet not once did she exhibit being chilled, or affected; perhaps it was his garment worn, the music, or that warmth which seemed to exhibit from within her. Head again to tilt slightly as she listened and when his words ended hers would begin to finish it off. ".. Lost once that which could have been something more, only to again be found, rekindled, and made anew." How was that for a save? That tilt of head would have cheek press against his raised touch and lids to slowly lower as briefly eyes would close again. The melody felt as if it flowed through her more than surrounded her. Then slowly eyes opened as she gazed up at him. "Never to be lost again, if it’s meant to be."

And Randell seemed to capture Osiris' slip even if he couldn't hear the words, strenuous seconds of a high, tense note before... Ekaterina saved it with a whispered word, and the melody continued, now bright and warm. A victory had been achieved, the long road had reached its end, and they found each other at long, long last. The merchant continued his song for several minutes more, slowing the beat until it faded into the wind. Silence reigned, then. No motion or sound. Then it call came filtering back, crashing against the senses as the crowd began to clap. A ripple of applause, steady and sincere, even the noble upon his mount put hands together and wore a smile. Lovers kissed, couples embraced, and those alone watched the dancing pair wistfully and sighed. These people of Kiel were starved for decent entertainment, and while vice and liquor satisfied some, these moments of perfection were a rare treat to be indulged. Randell cleaned his slender flute with a kerchief, then slid both beneath the folds of his coat, jumping from the crates and moving off down the street. This moment was theirs, his presence only a nudge to encourage one to pass over stubbornness and take a chance.


It was a remarkable save and it allowed Osiris the chance to recuperate. Ekaterina always knew what to say and in that moment he was very thankful she was not without her touch. Randell's roll had been integral as well providing a rather climatic delineation with his impeccable craftsmanship of sound. She was reopening her eyes and she'd find Osiris looking back at her. Everything went quiet and he couldn't find his voice in that span of time. So, he remained silent until the roar of the crowd reacted positively to their display. If they only knew, he thought. He turned from Ekaterina to look upon the mass that had gathered and in search for Randell. He was already departing but Osiris knew they'd meet again. The merchant had an uncanny ability to make his presence known. His hand was still within that of Kat's. Sepia irises found their cerulean counterparts. "I should head back." Yes, stubborn to the bone and he knew that Gypsy was going to give him hell for it later. What he felt and what he displayed were two very different elements. On the outside he provided an air of confidence and serenity. Within, he was a tangled up mess when moments such as these presented themselves.


The music stopped and so did their motion. It was only then that the world come crashing back to its reality and the presence of those that surrounded them. A slow blink as she took in the crowd that applauded the scene as well as were embraced in the way that it touched them on a deeper level. Of course, that was not their intent when it all began. In fact, it was all due to a quip she vocalized and set the stage for the lead part to which Osiris played. Icy blues noted the Merchants back as he maneuvered into the crowd, which seemed to swallow him whole as it closed in his wake of passing. A glance up at Osiris when he spoke, a slow nod of her head in agreement and understanding. "I think I'll head back with you. I have a sudden urge to go for a ride and swim." He seemed to have that affect upon her. After departing his company, she needed to feel the rush of the wind against her face, and the cool chill of the water upon flesh to help rid of the fever that seemed to form. Her hand maintained its hold upon his as another glance was spared over the crowd. Oh yes, the rumor mill will be in full gear this night and upon the rise of the sun tomorrow. None would pass up the idle chatter of what was viewed and speculations made. Of course, she'd not deny nor admit to anything that may be asked of her later, for time will reveal all to those whom may await with baited breath. The future was still ahead of them, for now it was merely stolen moments of time.

Head back with him? Upon clarifying there was a light nod of comprehension but he wasn't conceited enough to assume why. She was looking over the crowd and Osiris was doing much the same. That was until he stepped in front of her. He knew as well that rumors were going to be going around. The guard slayer and the black widow? How well will that sit with people? The thought hardly crossed his mind when he decided to set her lips on fire. Their meshed hands close to the pendant and the other placed upon her lower back. He had no idea what affect the pendant was going to have on her with the mixture of heat and the smooth chill from his own aura. But, he knew it was an indicator to how fast her heart slammed against her chest. As for the osculation it was etched in raw fervor. Dominant on his part and quite a display of what inner emotion that may have been cut short much earlier. It might have even put a few couples to shame but that wasn't his intention at all. In fact, it was purely selfish. A rare act on his part but sometimes resistance was futile. He hesitantly pulled away knowing by now that she'd have arctic veins emerging around the point of impact. "I believe you should skip the swim and the ride. I'd like some company while I rest." He nodded toward her manor and began to lead. No plans on stopping unless she indicated otherwise.


Usually when two Type-A personalities met, they clashed like bull rams upon a snow capped mountain. Their horns battering one another with a resounding echo of the hit to flow through valleys and vibrates to mountain tops. However, in this case it was far from such, and the moment was proof of that. Easily drawn into that embrace, as if melting within his hold to form in perfection against the chilled, hardened physique. Though one thing had altered to quite a degree than what had transpired on previous occasions. The chill was never felt, nor did it create the usual reaction that caused him to near panic a time or two with worry. The pendants glow pulsated in rhythm to the increased tempo of that life giving muscle, and in turn the warmth emitted seemed to intensify as if a protective barrier of flesh against the cold. When he drew back, there was but a brief showing of disappointment to touch upon youthful features. Icy shards of blue met that whiskey colored gaze when she heard his words. Not a word spoken, for none were needed. Her answer came in following his lead, as she had in the hypnotic motion of dance they exhibited but moments prior. One thing she hadn't noticed, and seemingly Osiris hadn't either, the merchant that sold them the pendant had never returned. Simply vanished into thin air, or chose their moment of preoccupation to make good his departure undetected.

They were being watched by unseen eyes. Who's? That will have to remain a mystery, since they went unnoticed by the two as they headed back towards the cliffs and the manor that rested there.

"That was a bit awkward, 'eh?" spoke a familiar voice from the crowd, "There's a father and daughter that are a little too close, I think. Why are you glaring at me, Myoc?" Only Rin Laeyr had the vocal capability to be both smooth and loud at the same time - an eloquence that was only rivaled by his poor timing. However, luckily for Osiris and Kat, his was a fading remark as they left the milling crowd behind for whatever delights or explorations awaited them back at the Norse's manor.

[Ekaterina]

She arose in the morning, and quite surprised too. Having spent the entirety of the night within the same room as Osiris; a first. Though nothing transpired between them, for the main reason it wasn't a possibility to do so, physically impossible to say the least. Though that's not saying the want and urge wasn't there, nor the drive to follow through if able. The light of day would find her in a fairer state of dress. A gown adorned, but not as elaborate as the one worn the night prior. A light creamy coloration that only enhanced the tanned visage and flaxen coloration of that thick mane worn to fall freely today. Her true reason for returning to the market was to make an inquire of the merchant that sold the pendant worn still. A translucent stone that seemed to pulsate to mimic the very life that beat within her chest. The circular motion of its swirl much akin to the vitae that muscle did pump and push through her body. It would be to the area the merchant was found the night prior, and still there was the table upon which various bobbles were being sold. However, the man whom stood behind the table was not the same. When she made an inquire as to the other merchant, the man looked at her as if she had gone daft. Informing her he was the only merchant that sold in that rented space, and he had no partner which he shared business with. This left her somewhat puzzled. When referring to the pendant which pressed against the flesh of her chest, he denied ever seeing it before. Stating he had no such thing within his inventory, and if he did, it wouldn't have been sold here but at a place to which he could have gained the price to which it was evidentially valued.

“Quite perplexing when dealing with merchants, isn’t it?” He would move to stand beside her as he took in her appearance. “Do you search for the one responsible for such an enchanted evening last night?” A smirk formed. He had hoped to have provided the perfect setting to encourage what was obviously noted, and seemed to be either ignored or refused acknowledgement by one. “You dance quite well Ekaterina.” Bow of his head and a smile. Then a grin to form as he’d use the unforgettable words of Rin. “You looked good dancing with your father last night, you made him look good.” It was meant in jest, he didn’t mean the words the way the Pirate did.

Perplexed was an understatement, and the familiar voice would have her turning slightly to better gaze upon him. "I would say more like the true nature of a fickle male." Teasingly stated. Her business with the vendor had concluded, since he was unable to provide any answers to her questions, but only frustrate her more. Taking note of his two shadows in the distance, but focus was upon the Merchant himself. A touch of a smirk to rest upon her lips with his inquire. "Oh, I know who the man is that's responsible for such enchantment." Playful wink directed his way. She'd not state further if it was he, or Osiris. The immortal wasn't the only stubborn mule in the barn. She was about to respond to his compliment, when Rin's words came out of Randell's mouth? Eyes narrowed slightly, but not in a malevolent manner, there was a glimmer of amusement within their icy depths. "Hmm. I suppose my youth would enliven any man of age’s steps. Including yours." Oh how pretty a smile that now displayed upon her lips. "Busy, or available to provide escort for a Lady?" Now if that wasn't a hoot. Like she truly needed an escort. However, soon the two of them would be spending a lot of quality time together in a sense, when they made that trek to the northern lands and the Barbarian kingdom nestled within the mountainous domain.

"My pride isn't so easily stoked as a pirate's might, my lady..." Randell answered, his smile still in place, though growing a touch sly. This close, she could see all the dark lines that made up the merchant's handsome profile, to from his strong chin to the elegant curve of his brow. His features seemed a perfect blend of hawkish acuity and lupine grace, angular about the jaw, yet blunted at the chin. It gave the man a remarkable ability to almost change his appearance with a single expression, becoming a sharp-faced fox of a rogue, then easily transforming to a dull-eyed warrior, who's threat was not in the mind, but the glowering ebb of his dwindling patience. "An escort?" he questioned aloud, circling her slowly, and Ekaterina could feel those eyes. It was another thing about Randell... his gaze could be more skillful than most men's fingers, trailing along her form in bold survey. A phantom caress upon her hip, a ghostly finger trailing down her spine, and finally back around to meet her gaze evenly, a mask of serious repose safeguarding the thoughts brewing beneath. "It would be my pleasure," he said, offering her the crook of his arm. When they were close, he would whisper. "You're easing into the role quite well, Ekaterina... which makes me wonder, are you that good of a liar, or have you had some experience playing a damsel in your past? Perhaps not playing, but living..." the last was a murmur of his own mind as they began to walk down the streets, his escorts parting the crowd for them.



What was it with men who reached out in ways to which she was literally unable to combat against? A touch of hand, could be swatted away, but they used their eyes in a manner that neared a physical response. d**n men! When he came around to meet her gaze in full once more, hers would glimmer like a freshly polished gem as it reflected the dazzling light of the morning sun rise. The smile upon her lips gave features a demure facade, tainted with just enough color to draw attention to them on occasion, so natural it looked. "I would never accuse you of being as pretentious, Randell. Always the gentleman to me." Soft and sweet was that melodic voice as her arm moved to slip through his and hook to the bend. Free hand lifted to lightly rest atop of forearm, moving in close to his side as they began to pass through the milling crowd. Gaze would fix before them, offering a nod and the occasional smile to those they passed and gazed upon them with an inquisitive look. "Hmm, isn't that the allure of a woman? The secrets she keeps in her closet. The shroud of mystery that beckons to be delved into and removed layer, by layer until the naked truth is found?" Soft were those hushed words meant for his auditory alone. Upon speaking them, a smirk couldn't be contained from showing. Though brief would be its appearance before the smile was again on display.


"If I didn't know any better," Randell began, listening to her remark about being a 'gentleman.' "I'd swear you sounded disappointed in that regard." Smirking, they continued down the lane as she continued to talk, and he listened with rapt attention. The man was always a good listener, as if you could feel the full weight of his regard upon you even though his gaze might've drifted elsewhere. "Secrets and deception can fast become your life, yet no matter how many truths you might hope to gather, you'll never find those that speak to your soul." It was a touch poetic, but the almost grave nature in which he spoke the words said something of his experience with such problems. The shadow passing over their conversation was soon lifted with the merchant's own chuckle. "And I don't think most men consider 'truth' the thing they wish to strip and make naked, my lady..." Here, he paused, frowning slightly as he considered her. "...you seem a touch restless. I thought, after last night, things might be more... settled with you."



Side-long glance in his direction and only a smirk to be her response to that first comment. Focus then upon the area before them, as she moved close to his side. It was as if she mimicked his motion, for as he had the weight of attention and gaze, she had the pantheric grace of fluid like motions. As a chameleon can adapt to coloration, hers was the way she moved. A solid shadow if you will. Head tilted slightly to bring her lips nearer to his ear as she'd softly whisper. "My, what visions a few carefully chosen words can create." The heat of her breath to be felt as it lightly brushed against his skin. Then the chill to follow as she pulled back in proper position to walk. “When it comes to secrets and deceptions, my Lord, the soul plays no part in its actions. Icy shards of blue slowly turned to fix upon his profile. "Cold, calculating indifference is what transpires. Nothing more than a creature of senses that are used to simply prevail." He wasn't the only one that was more than what they seemed, and she was more than just a huntress, that was evident enough. The part she played was an easy role to fall into, so perhaps he was right about re-enacting something that was actually lived; though she'd not offer insight to that verbally. It would be his last comment that had her looking back at him, this time with a genuine expression of puzzlement. "What do you mean? Restless? And what do you mean more settled after last night?"

"The word is but a part, mixed with tone, expression and nature of one's eyes..." Randell explained simply, as if a teacher lecturing an obstinate student of an obvious truth. The warmth of her breath was an obvious tease, and while not unpleasant, the merchant showed he could be, at times, colder than Osiris and whatever cursed him. And he only seemed to grow colder still as she put forth her opinion of secrets and souls. "A lie, like an act of violence, can mark the soul... never in the same way, but subtly like the nature of deception itself." He exhaled softly, turning to meet her icy blues. "I guess we'll politely disagree on this point..." and that's when he saw her confusion, and the ice thawed from his features to a knowing smile. "Come now, I've seen the way Osiris and you look at each other since you introduced me to the man. I may be no wizard, but it doesn't take knowledge of the Art to see the magic between the pair of you. My little song didn't help along his stubbornness?" Yes, Randell assumed it was his reluctance and not her own that held back whatever relationship might form. A guess, or an informed observation? The way Randell spoke, his artful turn of phrase and casual mien made one think he always knew. A secret. Your secret. It unnerved quite a few people, but intrigued even more.



"And when used properly in combination, it creates an illusion and holds the power of suggestion." Spurned or not, the banter wouldn't end with the exhibition of a teacher lecturing his student. It would be the smart-ass student syndrome faced at the moment, only with that sweet smile upon her lips instead of a smirk or grin. "Alright, we can agree to disagree." Leaving it at that. See how easy that was?! It would be his verbalizing his observation of she and Osiris' actions. To that her smile would soften a touch more and focus would rest ahead of them again. "Osiris and I have history. When I was but a young girl, he was my mentor. I had a young girls crush on a man of power and knowledge, but was never allowed to enact upon it, so I remained mute. Recently our paths crossed, and awakenings to things neither knew came to light. I will admit, there is more than a friendship bond between us, but nothing that can take place in a physical sense." Wasn't Osiris's frigid touch proof of that? It was then he made a comment that stunned her, and again she'd look over at him inquisitively. "Stubbornness? What's he being stubborn about? What do you know that I do not?" At this point she'd slow to a stop as her hand slipped free from where it rested atop his arm, and the other unhooked so she could turn to face towards him. Hands even found purchase upon the gentle slope of hips.


"And every illusion must contain a hint of truth, otherwise it will never be believed..." Randell retorted, almost sounding bored. Thrust, parry, and riposte! That's when the conversation turned again, and soon Randell took two steps without his partner. Pausing, he turned back to where Ekaterina stood, staring demandingly at him. "Apparently I know nothing," the merchant answered calmly, brow raised as he folded his arms at the small of his back. "It was merely an observation," he continued, studying her closely. "But, if you can look upon the barbarian king the same way you look upon your former mentor, I doubt he'll see your deception until it’s far too late."



The first part of their conversation concluded with his quip in return, and she'd just smile; d**n her face was hurting from smiling so much! But to the last, his first response of not knowing would gain a slight rise of a brow. The last would be what made her think for a moment, and then she'd just simply nod. "Oh." All she was going to say about that. Cleansing deep intake of breath then released before she'd step forward to return to his side. Awaiting for the offering of arm or to simply move again. "Perhaps you should play your flute for the King, and be my bard instead of my advisor." Teasingly stated as her tune changed, and so did the conversational topic.

"No," Randell said with a sad smile, offering up his arm again. "My performances are for rare occurrences, and only when I feel justifiably inspired..." chuckling, he considered for a moment how the night before could've gone without his help. Perhaps he erred in judgment? No, it was there, those feelings. Yet, there were also other things standing in their way. Years of history and experience, along with some curse or condition Randell barely knew about. Still, this altered things. He'd have to adapt. "Perhaps we should invite Rin along for entertainment?" the merchant suggested, waiting to see her reaction. "He wouldn't make a good bard, but I dare say the rogue might be a rather fetching jester."


"Too bad." In response to his performances. "You're quite good, exceptionally so." A rare compliment to be offered by the Norse as she moved to return to his side as he had moments before. Again on the move as they passed through growing crowds as the sun raised higher in its zenith. "Rin!?" That had her looking over at him. "If that man’s mouth stayed shut for more than two seconds, his tongue would beat his brain out of his head." It wasn't said in a sarcastic tone, but a bit firm. "One thing we don't need is a jester." Looking back ahead. "But, I'm sure you'll want men along that you can trust, and I can't deny you that. We just need to keep the numbers low of our travel, or they may view us as a threat. I'm not portraying as a queen, thus I wouldn't have an army following in my wake." There was a bit of humor in her tone now. "Though if I do become Queen, that will become an entirely different matter." Was she actually planning on following through the scheme beyond originally intended? Only if she had to. Not that she had admitted this to Osiris, because she already seen his reaction one to her suggestion. A near violent rage that suddenly engulfed him, though she was able to sooth it quickly.

"If you'd become a Queen, I'd be tempted to become your paramour..." the merchant answered with such a straight face it was impossible to guess if he was joking or not. "Could you imagine the trade empire I could create with a royal favor? I doubt there'd be little competition left to contend with... and naturally my organization will pay all its due taxes to her majesty's ever expanding kingdom." Those gray eyes glinted, producing the smile his lips refused to give. However, there was something else there. Encouragement? Perhaps... maybe this was what it felt like to actually have a devil and angel sitting upon your shoulder. The question was, which one was which? Osiris' cold allure veiled a fiery passion beneath, while Randell's composed exterior hid from view a man she hardly knew. Either one had the potential to be good or evil, and only time would reveal which was which. They were nearing the docks now, and one of Randell's escorts signaled him. He nodded, waving them off before turning back to Ekaterina. "I've business to attend to ahead, mostly involving Rin... so I'll spare you the headache and we can part company here, for now."


That had her looking over at him, and then she couldn't help it. That melodious laughter of hers would sound. Not one that would sting a man’s pride, nor make him feel as if he was being slighted, but a sound of true delight. "You know what they say about temptations." Leaving it at that. A brow would rise as she listened to him continue, and slowly her head would turn as she silently studied his profile as they made their final trek to end up near the docks. "And would such a favor be worth the hefty treasure of a dragons hoard?" Inquisitively asked as she released the casual and light hold upon his arm, then faced him fully. "I've my own matters to tend to, and really am in too good of a mood to have to face Rin. We need to meet soon though, to discuss exactly how we're going to work this through. An advisor should have knowledge of his charge, and the same in return. A simple overlook such as that could end our part sooner than planned."

"And how thorough does this knowledge have to be, my lady...?" Randell asked softly, brow arched. "Because, it might interest you to know that I've discovered a hot springs below my recently acquired manor house, and they are... something to be experienced." This time he smirked, making a polite bow before taking a step further back. "As for dragon hoards... I tend not to dwell on them overly much until the dragon that guards it is disposed of. Then, I'll consider my options..." It was obvious wealth didn't motivate the man, she could see that much in those gray eyes, which touched her again in their lurid way. A whisper of fingertips trailing across her body, like a painter's brush adding accent to a masterpiece. "You can visit me this evening, if that is all right. I'll expect you around dusk?" Without awaiting an answer, he turned and headed off toward a familiar ship. The Howling Harlot. The home of Rin Laeyr.



"Thorough enough, my lord." Responded and that smile never wavered. "Hot springs hmm?" That indeed did pique interest, more on a selfish level of course. "Then we'll see how all plays out. You help to find the treasure, and Osiris will tend to the beast that protects it. Whilst I distract the second party in whatever means that prove necessary." Then again came that sensation, and since she was looking right at him, she gained full understanding of the source. It gained him a bit of a wry smirk. "Until this evening then, Randell." The only response in return as she headed off in the direction of the warehouses.