Lyra stops on the carved steps in the cliffside. “What’s happening? Where are you going?” Gelwyn keeps up his quickened pace, reaching for his sword and dagger. “You know that oncoming storm I was gearing up for? Looks like it’s at the front gate.” “Oh, no...” “Yeah... You coming?” “I can’t. I’m supposed to be up on the wall by sundown...” “Oh. Well, maybe the next fight then.” Lyra frowns, wringing her hands momentarily. “Wait. Wait! I do have a way, you could call me if you needed help, but... You’re sure you’re not afraid of trouble?” Gelwyn turns back to look at her. “Yeah, why?” Lyra, in response to his questioning gaze, grins broadly, sharp white eyeteeth tips breaking free from between her dark lips and flashing in the midday sun... and then she closes the distance between them, rushing forth to grab him by the hand and head, pulling him into a kiss, whispering two words softly to him before letting go. “Don’t die.”
On the off chance I never finish this up with colour or anything, I wanted to post it. Lyra is one of my NPCs, a high level half-celestial Amazon enchantress who’s the demigod daughter of Aphrodite. And Gelwyn, one of our PCs, is also a half-celestial, who up til now was still pretty convinced she was way out of his league and that he’d never live down the pretty terrible first impression he thought he made on her. I’ve had this ship for two weeks, but if anything happened to it, I’d TPK everyone in this group and then myself.
