Chapter 21. Feelings
A/n: Sorry it took so long to update, I recently hurt my hand really badly. But I'm back now, and all is well…
Vvardenfell awoke to the smell of Netch leather cooked over an open fire, with Ryan tending it.
Vvardenfell was staring at his fair-skinned face, when Larka interrupted her.
"You like him." She said, drinking from a mug of Matze.
"Do not." Said Vvardenfell, turning abruptly to hide her blushing cheeks.
Ryan looked up, golden hair gracing his fine features handsomely. Skooma was dancing around him, chanting a little hymn.
"Like friend girl!" he was shouting endlessly, Ryan blushing.
Larka laughed, watching Vvardenfell turn her head once more, crimson-red in embarrassment.
"I'm asking him out for you." Larka said, walking up the grassy peninsula where Ryan was putting out the fire. As soon as Larka got there, Skooma ran up to Vvardenfell, nudging her nervously.
Before Vvardenfell could shout a word of protest she saw Larka engaging in conversation with Ryan, and Ryan looking in Vvardenfell's direction. Ryan leaned over and whispered in Larka's ear, when Larka nodded and began walking back.
"He said yes." Larka said, enjoying the look of shock on Vvardenfell's face.
Vvardenfell again had no time to speak, let alone think about what had just happened, Ryan was walking her way.
"Larka, that's real nice of you and all, but I believe I've got an important appointment to attend to." Vvardenfell said, glancing up at the sun's position and walking down the beach towards Pelegiad, leaving Larka and Ryan dumbfounded.
Vvardenfell didn't bother to look back, and paid no attention to Skooma who was trailing at her heels. The grizzly deed she had decided to commit was well thought out, and she knew that she would have to get out of town quickly after it was done. She stopped at the door to the halfway tavern, checked that her dagger was cast and at her side, made for the handle, and was preparing to open the door when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Nels isn't coming back. You want to talk about it?" she heard a voice say; she turned to see Ryan looking into her eyes with a kindness that she had never seen before.
She felt a tear run down her face as a light shower of rain fell on the pleasant town.
The two walked side by side out of the town, and halfway to a rock outcropping Ryan nervously held Vvardenfell's hand, but seeing that she made no protest, his worries soon went away. Vvardenfell leapt into the water, and the rain cleared up once more.
Emerging from the water as the rain cleared up, she joined Ryan on a flat rock, and waited for him to say something.
"I…" she started, but cut off abruptly as Ryan had begun to speak.
"When I found you at the shrine I was afraid that you were dead. I started to pick you up but was ambushed by Larka. I had to explain that I had no wrong intensions and I wanted to help. Naturally Larka declined at first." He said.
"Sounds like Larka." Vvardenfell said.
"I took you back to my home, applied some healing herbs, and shortly afterwards you woke up."
"That was sweet of you." Vvardenfell said, staring into his beautiful eyes.
Caught in the moment, the two leaned towards each other and kissed, their first ever.
Looking up at Ryan, blushing and smiling, the sun lying beautifully in the low-rising clouds, the two kissed once more.
"Aww, how sweet." Came Larka's voice from behind.
Vvardenfell turned and saw Larka, and she turned blood red.
"Vvardenfell, enough embarrassment." Larka said, "some white lady wants to 'converse' with you."
A/n: Thus sucks, I know, but hey, 20 to the first person that tells me who the 'white lady' is!