Dinner (Smara

[Lady Smara]

Listening to R’gar’s words and being unable to see his expressions, she was caught completely off guard by the kiss. Well she had felt him begin to move, but it had happened so quickly that before she had a chance to figure out what he was doing, she felt the brush of his warm lips against hers. Eyebrows rose in surprise, but she did not pull back.

Instead, after a brief moment as realization hit, she leaned into the kiss instead, turning the gentle brush into a firmer kiss as she moved her lips just enough to feel his better. Carefully she lifted one hand to his arm that she leaned against before letting it slide up to his shoulder, along his collar bone and then up his neck to rest upon the side of his face. She spread her fingers and took a moment to feel the side of his face. She wanted to be able to see this too.

[Marnark]

At first he thought he'd messed up ... maybe spectacularly. Given the way she reacted at first. But all that flew right out the window when Prontin did respond positively. Quite naturally, he kissed her again but left it at that. Unable to keep the smile off his face, first he touched her hand upon his cheek, and then reached over to touch her face instead. Gently, he caressed her skin with his fingers.

Probably not the nicest of touches, given the abuse that his hands tended to see. But the intent was there if not smooth. "Prontin ..." he said quietly before trailing off. Because ... really ... what else could he say? He wasn't a word smith with a glib tongue of silver. Nothing he could say really would measure up to what he wanted to communicate. Not that he exactly knew what he wanted to communicate either. It was just one of those things that didn't make any logical sense.

All he knew, was that one day, one way or another ... she was going to be the end of him. But that was an absolutely horrible and wretched sounding thing to say. So he didn't. Especially since that really wasn't what was on his mind at the moment.

But the gap needed filling, lest he end up having to find words to say what he couldn't say. So, even though the laps was horribly obvious and glaring, he did try to finish the sentence even if it was horribly obviously not what he'd started out with. "... thank you for having dinner with me."

Yeah. Lame.

[Lady Smara]

Feeling his fingertips upon her face, she let her hand leave his to rest on the back of his hand a moment before pulling his hand to her own lips, kissing his calloused finger tips. While it was obviously different in it’s own small ways, this kiss was her way of playfully returning the kiss he had put on her own hand.

“You’re welcome R’gar.” She said with a smile as her clouded eyes looked slightly over his right ear. Even so, a smile was on her face as she took her hand into his again and curled back up against his shoulder. “It was wonderful. I do hope we can do it again.”

[Marnark]

She missed it. All of it. R'gar didn't know if his heart skipped a beat in relief ... or in despair. Either way, he couldn't help but smile slightly as she kissed his fingers, and at her admission of liking the outing. Now if only he could figure out what to do next. Because ... really ... he didn't have the first clue.

Sure, he'd courted a few girls here and there in the past ... but always Northern girls, and they had possession of all their senses. Not that that was a slight against Prontin ... she was different, and that was what got his attention. Not because she was blind, but because she was ... she was ... he couldn't put a finger on it. Beyond that she was Prontin. Maybe, she wasn't fascinated by the shallow things that captured most girls. Frilly this, pretty that ...

So innocent, but so wise and perceptive. Yet completely oblivious. A walking conundrum and self contradiction. Prontin was different, she was a puzzle, she was ... she was Prontin. Beginning and end. The better he got to know her, the more deeply ensnared he found himself ... and all the more helpless to extract himself from the tangle of it all.

He knew he was asking for trouble, when it came to persisting with her. Knew it from the beginning. But the more time went by, the less he cared. Unfortunately, he had to return her home before it got too late, lest her father or brother should come looking for them. "Most certainly." He answered. Hopefully sooner rather than later, but he wasn't quite sure what he could get away with yet.

It was too bad that she didn't like riding, either adragonback or runner. He could completely understand why of course. But that didn't change matters... for there were lots of places he wished he could take her.

"Next week?" He asked, trying to maybe keep it soonish, without being so soonish to be stalkerish ... and-or maybe raise the ire of her family to the point where they refused to let him see her at all. Such a narrow rope to walk!

Gently, he gave her a light squeeze with the one arm he had wrapped around her back. Either way, whatever happened, right now was blissful.