Dagonet and Aerith first kiss... Smoochy Smooch!
Once back at the wall, Aerith managed to find herself a dress to put on. She turned to see Dagonet staring her down. "What? Didn't think heaven would look so nice." She pulled the over her head, pulling it farther down her body. The dress was slightly snug on her curvy frame, but the deep purple hue looked good on her. It had been quite some time since she had worn such a thing. She liked the way it felt against her body, she heard a soft laugh. "What?"
Dagonet had woken shortly after his fever broke, he looked around to see Aerith bending over with her head out the front. It didn't accure to him that she was naked, until she pulled back in with a purple dress in her hands. He began to think to himself, and went to move to her, when he realized that he also was naked. He saw the clean bandages on his chest and remembered the last thing he saw, was her, protecting him and them falling into the icy lake. He shook his head and laughed at her when he saw her pulling the dress around her hips. He enjoyed the sight of her naked, but loved seeing her in purple. He remembered the day Arthur had gotten her a Purple dress for her to wear when some man came to the wall. She looked like a lady and acted so, all for Arthur; but his heart pounding fast. She had been flirting with his for years before she had to leave, it killed him then and it killed him now. He was in love with her. He looked up at her, "Where are my clothes?"
Aerith turned to him and smiled, "you know peeping toms get their hands removed for spying on a naked woman, lest her be a whore." She pulled out a green tunic and a pair of brown trousers and handed them to him, only to be pulled into a deep passionate kiss. She was stunned at one moment, but fell into play. She moved her lips with his, pulling him up to her, before letting him go. "About time you got some balls and noticed me. I thought I was gonna have to love all over Lancelot." She smirked when he began putting his clothes on. She braced herself when the wagon stopped. She approached the back and pulled the flap back, stepping down from it. She untied her horse and stepped around the wagon, only to get a few cat calls. "Boys, behold. The wonder of my healing skills." Dagonet stepped from behind her, placing his hand on her right shoulder. "Don't thank me at once, go get your papers. Let's pack up again, and get out of here." She smirked when Bors snatched her up into a big bear hug, "Uh…Bors. I can't breathe." She sighed when he sat her back down and went to dagonet. She walked onward to the stables, but stopped looking at Arthur, "I want the boy…If no one else here wants him. He reminds me of West's youngest. She will keep him as her own." She moved on when Arthur nodded to her.
Arthur had seen what she could do, before arriving he had looked in on them. Aerith had been rubbing him with great need, hearing noises from his friend. He knew this had to be something of her doing, calling the dead or something. He sighed though, she was his friend, and so was Dagonet, if anything, he'd let her save him. He looked at Dagonet and back over to Gen, "You still say she's of Merlin's line." He looked back at the bishop as they were all given their papers, most of them followed Aerith to the stables, But Bors went straight for his woman.
West sat on a stool cleaning her saddle with Lucian, "We clean to keep well." She looked up at Aerith and smiled, "looks good on you, doesn't it Asilinn?" She grinned when the girl before her spun around and did a little gig, before putting her stallion in his stall. "It does though. Looks good on you." She smiled some, "wish it would look as good on me, as it does you. But you know my reasons." She pointed at her binded chest. "Always' in the way of everything." She grinned when Lucian eyes got big. "Sorry…" She looked back down at her saddle.
Aerith could not believe that West would mention her breast in front of a small child, let only a boy. She shook her head and began removing her saddle and all other array of stuff from her horse. "Jols, if you don't mind. Don't mention this to anyone." She backed farther into the dark stall removing her dress and replacing it with a pair of black trousers and a black oversized tunic. She pulled her black belt on, sheathing her sword, and pulling on a pair of black boots. She stepped out pulling her hair up into a tight braid. "Saw nothing." She yelped when Tristan and Lancelot peered from either side of her stall.
"Saw it all, including the scar on your back." Lancelot smirked, "Why don't those long lovely legs wrap themselves around me and we go for a tousle in the hay." He wiggled his eyebrows at her when Tristan spoke up as well. "Or place those hands and lips on mine." He smirked when he saw West and the other two leave with the boy. "I never knew you had a freckle on that left cheek." He grinned when he met Lancelot at the front of her stall. They looked at each other before smiling big at her. "Come on Aerith. To the Tavern one last time, cook for us. Sing, dance. Might be our last night.