Vindliah watched as Duro's sand-glass timer counted down; she had insisted he get sleep that night, she knew a few days had already passed without him requiring it so he'd not protest too much. She had made sure weeks before that the timing would be perfect and given how preoccupied his mind had been she had no doubts at all that he had forgotten what holiday had come up.
She bustled about the manor; up and down the stair case multiple times, raided the kitchen pantry and commandeered Kimaya's picnic basket. Down to the basement where Duro kept his own private study then back up to the basket where she tucked a few vials of something away. Zipping outside to the yard she placed her hand firmly to the ground and cast a spell she read off a ripped piece of parchment. Static sparked at her shoulder then down her arm, through to her hand and into the ground. A minute or two passed before worms began to wriggle their way up from the earth. A triumphant grin graced her features and without hesitation she began to pluck each one she found up and into a cup before the night birds could get to them.
Glancing up to the clouded sky she let out a light hum; the weather here wasn't as cold as the main land, though it did still snow on occasion. Her breath formed small clouds before her face yet she stood in the frost covered grass in only her lounging clothes and bare feet. Since accepting her magical attunement there were moments she remembered that this was her norm now, a few years prior and she would be shivering and wishing for warmth. Now this sort of temperature felt like a comfortable spring day to her. Still, she'd definitely have to change into more appropriate garb soon.
She planned for them to travel south where the temperatures were more moderate and the fish didn't hibernate. Growing up a fisherman's daughter she knew they would have to get to Krasarang just before the sun began to rise and right now the larger of the two moons was half way descended over the horizon. With a bit of sleepy consideration she figured she had about three hours left to finish her preparations.. And the woman did just that. A few more places to collect fresh bait; crayfish, grubs, even some bits of illuminated plants, more snacks for the trip, a bottle of brandy, a bottle of wine, a few freshly rolled blunts of bloodthistle, and finally the small gift she had made for him.
Getting herself dressed for their trip took her a little longer than she liked; unable to pick between practical and showing of her figure she opted for the more fishing appropriate attire partnered with new metal hair prong to hold her hair up. Now came the more difficult task of getting Duroxas dressed. With her hands on her hips she stared at the sleeping man adorn in only boxers and laying belly down with one arm half clinging to Vindliah's own pillow. She clicked her tongue in consideration before letting out a heavy sigh and setting to work. Climbing onto the bed she grabbed his shirt first; that wasn't too hard to get on, though she did worry one of his ears may have been bent in an uncomfortable way in the process. His pants came next and those.. well she couldn't help but gain a goofy grin as she gave his rump a quick drumming with her hands ending with a slap that sounded more painful than it likely was. When his tail twitched to curl around her wrist as if telling her to stop she snickered and brought it to her cheek to nuzzle before trying to coax it through the whole in his pants intended for it. That was an impossible feat. The damn thing would go limp one moment, twitch at another, and when she tried to bend it she worried she might break the poor thing. With a growl of frustration the woman nearly considered just ripping his damn pants open.. and that was when she noticed the clasp. "WHAT?! I could bloody- Ya mean ta tell me all I had ta do was snap this damn button?!" She shrieked at the extra appendage. Of course it did not respond. If it had she'd wonder on her own sanity for the millionth time that year.
A few more pieces of clothing and Vindi stood back from the bed to the neat pile of supplies. A teleportation spell could get them where they wanted easy enough. Staring between the pile and Duro she nibbled her lower lip.. The pile was too far from the bed and she was too lazy to move it. Taking hold of Duro's ankle she gave a firm tug to his body and dragged him halfway off of the foot of the bed. One hand on her lover's foot, the other on the pile of supplies she gave a nod and began to focus. Only seconds passed and arcane engulfed them both. One moment in the manor, the next on a sandy beach and Duro's face slamming into the sand. "AGH!" Scrambling to her feet, Vindi moved to roll the man onto his back and do her best to brush the sand off his eyes and lips. "Sorry, Love.. Oh yer gonna be pissed wi' sand in yer hair. Bollocks." Looking up toward the water she found their boat pat Duro's face. "I'll come back once tha boat is loaded." Only a few trips back and forth and the fishing boat was packed strategically to maintain balance.
Returning for Duro she tried to heft him up so that his arm was wrapped around her shoulders. 'Is it kidnappin' if they're yer mate?' She wondered briefly as his listless arm swayed over her shoulder blade. '"There has ta be an easier way ta do this." Her words mumbled as she felt Duro slowly slip from her hold and thump back to the ground. Of course the easier way was to wait until he woke up and tell him they were going on a quiet fishing trip-picnic with no news papers, no communicators, and a ban on any current political or dying world status. The easier way, however, was not how she wanted to surprise him. With a grunt she hooked her arms under his while he was on his back and began to drag. Normally she would simply use and arcane spell to levitate him to the boat, however her magic had been a bit on the fritzy side lately when used on living things and she didn't want to chance accidentally poly-morphing him into a primordial, venom spouting, purple-furred, slug. Not that he hadn't been worse. So drag him she did, using a simple frost spell to keep the boat in place long enough while she got him on board and sat up on one of the benches.
He immediately fell over and nearly landed in the water. With a yelp and a dive she spared the man from touching the ocean however she herself was now drenched from the splash she caused saving him. The work done to her hair went out the window and she let out a huff as a damp curl smacked her in the face. "...I swear by every Titan I will shave these curls one day." Using rope, a blanket, and a bit of ice magic she managed to keep her lover in an upright position on the boat. If he didn't look like a drugged kidnapé before, he certainly did now. Using her fingers she did her best to fix his hair and brush off any sand she had missed, even licking her fingers to pushed back one of his stubborn locks and glad he wasn’t awake to know she had just done that. No matter how much he loved her, he would never let her touch his hair with her saliva. Ever.
Hopping back out of the boat she gave them a popper shove off and sprung back in with ease. Grabbing the oars she began to row them out to a particular spot she had chosen a few nights prior and then waited. Pastel green eyes watched in eager, tall ears twitching and hands held to either side of the boat in case he panicked and tried to tip them when he woke. Finally, as the sky began to lighten, his eyes began to flutter and his nose wrinkled in the way it always did just before he woke. Vindliah's eyes locked adoringly onto his red, all stress vanishing at their sight and heart skipping like a child's in excitement. "Good morning, M'Love. Happy Valentine's Day."
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