Varus Shatterstar
Finding Purpose
At first, Varus felt as thought the close contact with the woman might be uncomfortable. After all, they had only known one another a short time, though they'd gotten close rather quickly. The substance of their conversations had often been very serious, based primarily on concern, and they disagreed on a lot. It was obvious that they were no match made in heaven, but at the very least they were friends, and for some reason Varus was beginning to feel responsible for the young woman who laid her head against him. One thing that he couldn't quite figure out about the moment, however, was that it, at least to him, wasn't uncomfortable at all. In fact, it made him happy.
The young Knight lowered his arm and wrapped it around her, pulling her a little tighter to him to make sure that she was snug and comfortable. He'd make sure to keep her sated for the evening, but he wasn't sure he was going to be getting any sleep. He did so love the rain, and he could watch it all night as long as he wasn't too exhausted to stay up. The warmth of Sera against his arm and the cool mist of rain that slowly drifted into the cave. He could even smell it, the moisture filling his nostrils as the fire began to weaken a bit.
Two pieces of wood rose from the pile across the cave and hovered over to the fire, gently drifting down into the flames and giving it new life as it caught. It was a soothing sight, as was Seraphina's ever slowing breath as she became comfortable and began to drift.
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
The young Knight lowered his arm and wrapped it around her, pulling her a little tighter to him to make sure that she was snug and comfortable. He'd make sure to keep her sated for the evening, but he wasn't sure he was going to be getting any sleep. He did so love the rain, and he could watch it all night as long as he wasn't too exhausted to stay up. The warmth of Sera against his arm and the cool mist of rain that slowly drifted into the cave. He could even smell it, the moisture filling his nostrils as the fire began to weaken a bit.
Two pieces of wood rose from the pile across the cave and hovered over to the fire, gently drifting down into the flames and giving it new life as it caught. It was a soothing sight, as was Seraphina's ever slowing breath as she became comfortable and began to drift.
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]