User blog:Jedas "The Freak" Kane/The Bard of Cairnfield Pt2

Brynoff opens his eyes and is welcomed by a head splitting hangover. He looks around to find he is not in a cave, luckily, and that it is his home. Also that there is a nude Satyros is beside him holding onto his arm. Grumbling, he pulls himself out of her grasp and gets off the bed. “Great, now I am most likely her husband.” he mumbles to himself as he walks out of the bedroom, and into the rest of the house. It is a smaller house compared to the rest in Cairnfield. It only had two rooms, the bedroom and the entryway, with a small fireplace and a short table in the center. He walks to the water basin near the entrance and splashes water in his face. “Alright, let’s try to remember what happened last night. I talked to her, drank with her, and it seems “romanced” her…” He sighs and walks back to the bedroom to get dressed. Ginerva is still laying there when he gets back, and their clothes are strewn all around on the floor. He gets dressed and walks over to her, gently shaking her shoulder. “Wake up.”

“Hmmm…? Oh, hey there handsome.” She shoots him a big grin.

“Alright, first. What happened last night?”

She sits up, and walks over to her clothes to get dressed. “After you hit the floor, your friend and me dragged you off before you woke up and… Well I don’t need to spell it out for you.”

“Second, would I now be considered your Husband?”

“You tell me.” She smiles and tries to pull him in for a kiss, but he gently pushes her hand away.

“Please, enough flirting.”

“Fine. Yes, you would be considered my husband by other monsters.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“Alright then.” He walks out of the room.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“...” She stares at the door. “He reacted… Differently than expected.” She follows him out, to find him sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace tuning his lute. “Aren’t you going to get angry or something?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“Not at all, why get angry when something you hoped to happen happens? By the way…”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“Yes?” She walks over and sits in the chair beside him.

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“Flirt all you like now.” He sets down his lute, and leans back into the chair.