RP:A New Beginning

Part of the Of Contracts and Families Arc

Location: Elioyahazer's Gated Home and The Kingdom of Enchantment

Synopsis: Having fought previously, Elioyahazer and Lanara wake to breakfast in bed and decide to spend a little bonding time together. They hire a man named Hubert, who's driven them around on several occasions now, to take them to the Kingdom of Enchantment where Lanara and Elioyahazer can go shop for dresses for the upcoming Yule Ball that she's hosting in Frostmaw. She ends up with two, and are told about a jewelry shop where she might find a few accessories to go with her new outfits. While there, she stops and stares at all the engagement rings and wedding rings, which just stare up at her from within the case. She grows a little teary eyed, and fond of one piece in particular. Elioyahazer has her try it on, and much to her delight it was a perfect fit. However, she realizes what she's doing, takes the ring off and meanders away to look at other items. During this time, Eli buys the ring, while he and the clerk keep their actions hidden. Eventually the two leave to go have lunch in a park where Elioyahazer attempts to drop the question... But they are rudely interrupted by the curse Jez has promised him. Creatures. A monster of an unknown origin attack Eli from an ambush. Together, the monster is destroyed and no matter how wounded Eli is, Lanara asks him to repeat himself. The proposal happens once more, she says yes and accepts the ring. Now that the contracts are over, Jez is dead and the promised monsters seek to harm Eli, what will become of the duo?

A New Beginning

The last few days, their previous fight had dominated Elioyahazers mind. But today is different. Today he planned on doing something about it, and reaffirming all those things that he feels for his wonderful partner, Lanara. So -long- before the crack of dawn, he had snuck out of the bed, leaving a simple note on the pillow in his stead. Which told Lanara not to panic. That TP would have breakfast brought up to her when she needed it and that he would return shortly. However, the errands he had chosen to run are left unstated. After a few hours, he does indeed return home and goes to see if she has already risen for the day. When he catches her form still in bed, he climbs in and wakes her up gently. “Lanara,” He figured that she would still be snoozing. After all, she had been injured previously and dawn’s light is only just beginning to creep into the windows. “It’s time to wake up.” His hand brushing her cheek softly to help stir her. “I’ve planned something for today that I hope you will enjoy.” He waits until she finally stirs to continue on. “We haven’t been on a date in some time, so I figured we would do that today.” TP has indeed prepared a grand breakfast this morning of all the finest ingredients. Or rather, he's carrying a tray of all the things Eli had spent his time on. Mainly the things they both used for their unique cereal experience.

Lanara is exhausted, as she had been up late the night before, working on Yule preparations with Toothpick. A stream of glitter lines her left arm, there’s a piece of pine cone stuck in her hair, and the unmistakable scent of cinnamon clings to her skin. The witch had tossed and turned all night, the horrors of the week still playing in her mind, much like a violin that is tortuously out of tune. The snakes. The near end of her relationship with Eli. Moving in and out of the manor. Kitten season at the sanctuary. All of it piled into one big stress ball and Lana didn’t know how to unwind, or fix the matter between her and the ex-assassin. Long lashes flutter against her cheeks as she grimaces, shaking her head, as though fighting the tug of war between wanting to sleep and wanting to wake up. As always, one side manages to gain the upper hand she opens her tired eyes to see Eli leaning over her, with his hand cradling her cheek. Surprisingly, she’s not grumpy this morning, not when he’s looking at her like that, and saying that he planned an outing just for the two of them. Lana fights to stay alert and gives a slow nod, as a lazy smile replaces her look of confusion, and she nuzzles her cheek against his touch. “Good morning, Handsome.” Pushing against the mattress, she pulls Eli in for a quick kiss, and turns to see Toothpick entering the room with a tray. All the fixings for the adult cereal she had grown fond of were sorted on the tray, and she quirks a brow at her beloved, “Are we really allowed to eat in bed?!” This is a first for the witch, and she seems pretty excited to dine in bed, cuddled up against the man she loves. Maybe things were starting to look up, finally!

Toothpick only smiles when the two have that intimate moment and shushes Lanara’s question for Eli. “Nonsense Lioness, this house belongs to you two. Eat wherever you darn well please.” Elioyahazer grins when the butler responds for him and chooses to prop a couple of pillows against the wall; to only lean back against them. When Lana does the same she will find a tray placed on her lap, and moments later Tp would leave, returning with one for Eli. “I don’t see why we can’t Lanara. So long as the animals aren’t in bed trying to steal our food, there isn’t any harm in it.” Eli would begin to mix his together in that usual fashion before he begins to eat; dipping a spoon into the contents and eating it slowly. Eventually Toothpick drops off a couple of glasses and a carafe of coffee. “Have a good morning you two.” Tp gives Lanara and the desert born a curious wink before closing the door and leaving them alone. “I thought it would be nice to spend a little time together without any interruptions. Just you and me. Hanging out. No pets. No guests. No family or T-ster.” He lofts a brow to her and takes another bite, waiting to see the expression upon her face when she tries this new variation. Cinnamon and Vanilla.

Lanara arranges the pillows so she can prop herself against them and eat, without incident. She really didn’t want to get milk and yogurt all over the bed, and she was notoriously clumsy, so she’s taking every precaution. This is new for the witch, as the only time it was deemed acceptable to eat in bed was during her time at the healing center two years ago. Toothpick earns a wide smile from the witch, which turns into a giggle as she catches his wink. He was definitely thinking impure thoughts! Lana spoons some of the cereal into her mouth, savoring the taste of the cinnamon on her tongue and quirking a brow, “Is this cinnamon?” She would know, as it was a common ingredient in some of her crafting and candle making. The smell is unmistakable, much like the taste, and being mixed with vanilla enhanced the flavor. “Mmm…” For the next few moments, she falls silent, aside from the occasional sound of crunching, as she eats her breakfast. She’s giddy, as this small gesture of having a meal in bed had caught her completely off guard and told her that Eli was still as smitten as he was before the whole snake incident. “I would love a day that is just for us. I… I missed you.” Since you became distant after regaining your members. Since life became hectic for us both. Since you had to rid your home of your serpent companions. “What will we do today? This is such a nice surprise… I’m so touched.”

Elioyahazer had pondered over what they would actually be doing this day. It's not often that these two had the ability to spend a day alone. With both of their duties at the guild, and his current stand in position as weapons expert, their pets and all the recent drama provided by his snakes and toothpick. Today is decidedly one in which Eli had not planned for and is instead creating things as he goes. "Well, there's the yule ball coming up, and we need to make sure you're standing out above the rest." He casts his mutated eyes in her direction. "I mean we don't need others thinking they actually compete with you." Is he giving her a compliment, without saying things straight forward? "So I figured we could go shopping together, and get you something that's just right for all of your..." His words trail off and lead to a grin which does little to mask his thoughts. "Assets." Truth be told, he'd love spending a day watching her model different gowns. Yes, he would dote on her and splurge a little on something that was perfect for her. Even if he only thought about tearing the dainty thing from her skin afterwards. "Then maybe we can head out to sage and have ourselves another picnic." He stops discussing his plans and continues to eat his cereal until every last drop is gone. "How's that sound?" Finally he places the bowl down on his tray and raises a glass of juice to his lips.

Lanara finishes her cereal, a sweet smile remaining on her face throughout the entirety of her breakfast. Placing her empty bowl atop the tray, she nuzzles her cheek against Eli’s shoulder, and listens to the plans he had made for their day together. The couple needed this, more than she was willing to admit, as their relationship had been strained the past several weeks. The constant drama involving Eli’s past, the removal of his legless companions from the house, and the stray bickering here and there had taken their toll. However, they were solid, and would bounce back from whatever life threw their way, she’s certain. Her desert born mentions the Yule Ball and Lana’s eyes widen, as she was hosting the event and there was still so much she had to accomplish, in regards to catering, entertainment, and planning the biggest event of the year. It was an honor that the Queen of Frostmaw had asked the witch to provide her services at the formal affair, and Lanara is hopeful that she will do it justice. Choosing a gown that would entrance the crowd was at the top of her to-do list, so when Eli mentions that he plans to take her shopping, she eagerly nods. “That would be wonderful! I didn’t think you had a sense for fashion though, Sandman. You totally just want to peek in the changing room as I try on each dress.” She winks, a faint blush in her cheeks, before she leans in and presses her lips to his, in a chaste kiss. They both have coffee breath, and she had just woken up, but she could care less. This was Eli, her lover, and he was taking her shopping and on a romantic picnic. Not to mention he had worked with Toothpick to bring her breakfast in bed. It was every woman’s dream day! Lanara is so excited to begin their day that she springs from the bed, and proceeds to their shared closet, rummaging for the perfect attire for an impromptu date. “Hm… I need something easy to slip out of for trying on clothing, yet warm enough for the picnic, and appropriate enough for frolicking in the woods…” A pair of heels is tossed over her shoulder, as they just would not do, though it’s at the worst possible moment. Toothpick enters the room after giving a brief knock, only to be whacked upside the head by a leopard print stiletto, and he comes dangerously close to spilling the pot of coffee in his grasp. “Lioness!!!” Was he daring to scold the witch? Resting the pot atop Eli’s tray, she rubs his temple, and scowls at the bare feet that peek out of the closet, while the woman is continuing to search for the perfect ensemble.

When you’re right, you’re right. Lanara had Elioyahazer pegged squarely. He would most definitely enjoy the show and her company throughout the day. “Well, I don’t have much fashion sense. At least not compared to the popular opinions here.” He reflects back on the robes he used to wear that always seemed to bother Lanara. They were part of his homeland, and his traditions. Yet, he had given them up to blend in with her better. When Tp enters the room Elioyahazer nearly scowls; you just interrupted a good view. He gives a sigh and finally musters the strength to stand, handing off all of the dirty dishes to their butler. “If you don’t mind we happen to be getting ready for the day.” Tp looks confused, either from Elioyahazers words or the shoe that had thumped his forehead. But without word he takes the dirty instruments and leaves - Eli closes the door behind him. How dare he set that thing down on Elioyahazers empty tray. Instead the desert born shifts to gather up his own belongings and get read for the day, like she is too. Sooner or later the ex-assassin gives a slight tickle to those bare feet that stick out from the closet. “Hey, I’m ready. I’ll meet you downstairs. I hired Hubert again to drive us around. He will take us wherever you direct him.” Once she understands, he heads on down those stairs and has one more cup of coffee while she gets ready for the day.

Lanara squeals as her feet are tickled, sending her face down and derriere up as her head is covered by a pile of clothes. Clearly, she was super ticklish in that location, and if Eli didn’t move out of the way fast enough, he was in danger of getting mule kicked. After a good half hour has passed, she dashes down the stairs wearing a long lavender tunic, white leggings, and a pair of slip-on sneakers which are easy to kick off between trying on gowns. Lana’s long locks have been pinned back and a long French-style braid hands down the center of her back. A purse dangles over her left shoulder, and she added a hint of mascara to outline her already long lashes. Obviously, she had catered to a feminine yet relaxed look, as this was both pleasure and business today. A dress would be picked and fitted for the Yule Ball, and she’d have a romantic picnic and do some window shopping with her ex-assassin. Heading into the kitchen she locks eyes with Eli, and a smile instantly appears on her face, as she’s just bubbling with excitement. “Are you all ready? I can’t decide which color would suit me best for the ball. Silver? Navy? White? It –is- a festive affair, but I’m thinking I should cater more towards the whole snowy palace aspect, as it’s being held in Frostmaw…” The witch babbles on and on, as they exit the home, get into the carriage, and head all the way to Enchantment. Apparently, there was a new boutique that opened and they only sold custom gowns, so no two would look alike. “And you –never- want to be caught wearing the same thing as another woman! It’s like the kiss of death, I’m told. I mean, I wouldn’t exactly mind if Taly was wearing an identical dress, but anyone else is just plain tacky…” Hubert is fighting not to roll his eyes, and he gives an exasperated yawn as he assists the woman from the carriage, exchanging a ‘look’ with his employer. Glancing over her shoulder, Lana just misses their bored expressions, and carries on, “Men have it so easy! All you have to do is wear a nice suit, or a tuxedo, and wear a flower in your lapel that goes with the color of your date’s dress. Super easy! And if –another- man is wearing the same color or style? It’s no big deal!” Opening the door of the shop, they enter, and are immediately greeted by a high elf, holding some measuring tape and wearing a broad smile. The seamstress is delighted to have customers, especially ones that arrived in a carriage, and who likely have a great deal of coin to spend. “Please! Come into the back room. I will take your measurements and bring you each dress I have in that size. We can always take in any extra fabric, or, seeing that it’s the holidays, add some fabric should you get into too many tins of cookies!” She chuckles, while Lana looks horrified at the aspect of losing her flawless figure, though she slips her hand into Eli’s, and the pair heads into the fitting room together.

Elioyahazer is along for the entire ordeal of this day. Most might find her babbling troublesome or even worrisome. However, the desert born is rather attentive responding as their carriage moves on into enchantment. He knows Hubert isn’t one for words or anything like it. Instead preferring the silence that driving provides. “I think you should stick to the whole festivity of it all and go with some traditional Frostmaw colors. Try on some silvers and blues, probably stay away from the reds and greens.” They had enough red and green to go around their own house to make him tired of -those- colors for the next year. So here he is persuading Lanara to choose something else. When they both climb from the carriage and exit out onto the street Eli places a hand upon Huberts shoulder, giving him a wary eye. “Well Lana, it’s a good thing we came out here.” He thinks over her words for a moment while they enter the shop. “Not even Taly will be able to copy you.” His mutated eyes shift to make direct eye contact with her. “You’ll be in a league of your own, like always.” Is he complimenting her already? When her hand is placed into his own, she might find that her desert born is already stepping forward, tugging her along and ignoring all of the clerks jokes to respond with his own. “No, I’ll be the one eating the sweets and working on a gut.” Food and fat jokes weren’t something to play around with when you’re out dress shopping, so why is this clerk making them? Elioyahazer pads his own gut with his left hand to reinforce his words - jokingly. He offers Lanara a smile, revealing those ivory teeth before they head into the back room for her to try things on. When they arrive, he offers her a quick kiss and a wink. “I’ll be right out here, helping you decide.” He then, takes a seat on an uncomfortable armchair. Probably designed so men of all types have less of a chance at falling asleep. However, she would find that Eli is responsive and leaning forward, pressing his forearms against his thighs.

Lanara finishes being measured and the seamstress returns with about a dozen gowns, all carefully draped over her arms and offered to the witch as though it were the Holy Grail. Clearly, the items in this shop were all uniquely designed, held a high price tag, and were treated with as much tenderness as a newborn. Lana eyes each of the gowns, discarding the first eight with a shake of her head, whereas the others are appraised with a keen eye. Would Eli find her appealing in this color? How much leg was she willing to show at a formal event? What were the chances that another female would compete with her beauty? The poor ex-assassin would hear the witch squabbling with the seamstress for the next hour, before she even decides which ones to try on. Lana drones about the neckline, hem, fabric, care, accessories, shoes, hairstyles, and it seems that she’ll –never- stop talking and actually slip into one of the gowns, when she finally settles on four. Stepping behind the curtain she reappears moments later, donning a crimson gown, much like the one that she had worn to Thalra’s grand opening of her tincture shop. Eli would likely appreciate the way each curve is kissed with the fabric, the dress clinging to her form as though it were a peel protecting the forbidden fruit that rested beneath. Crimson is definitely Lanara’s color, though she was hoping to stay away from the usual festive hues. She saunters over to her audience of one, knowing he’s eyeing the sloping back which shows the curve of her derriere. Giving him a naughty wink, she smirks, meeting his gaze. Talyara would never compare to her in this gown, neither would any mere mortal, and she was fully prepared for the compliments he’d toss her way. “What do you think? It’s lovely… But I think it would be best for a less formal event. Or perhaps one that I’m not hosting?” Lana is giving him those bedroom eyes, and the seamstress clears her throat, feeling oddly out of place during this intimate moment, so she politely excuses herself to check on inventory. “I’ll pass…” Leaning in, the witch presses her lips against Eli’s in a far from chaste kiss, before turning to head back into the dressing room, “Unzip me?” She murmurs, peering at him over her shoulder, knowing he’d recall doing this at a previous time. After slipping from that dress, Lana would next take a shot at a hunter green dress that reaches her knees, and has so much frill and lace, she isn’t sure she’s even wearing it correctly. She has trouble walking in the damned thing, and she nearly tears the curtain from the hook as she stumbles forward. “Hell. No.” She shakes her head vehemently, hoping that Eli would despise the hideous dress as much as she has, before she stomps back behind the curtain. Every so often her date would spy a flash of leg, the imprint of her rear against the curtain as she bends, and hear the fabric sliding against her silken flesh. Despite the fact that they’ve been there for a while and she’s growing weary of looking at dresses, the witch is having the time of her life, and she resurfaces this time wearing a big smile. A navy gown with a halter neckline, and silver sequins fits her like a glove, sparkling with her every moment, and she purses her lips as she locks eyes with the male. “What do you think? I’m thinking it’s a –maybe- but I still have one more to try on!” He didn’t really think this was going to be easy, did he? There also were another dozen of these shops placed all around Lithrydel.

Elioyahazer lofts a single brow in reaction to Lanara when she -finally- tries on a dress; having decided to stop arguing with the clerk and get back to the task at hand. She had chosen four different dresses to try on and he pondered over the specific terms they each bantered about. Rather than fill his head with that healthy amount of information, he helps calm the clerk down, and send her on her way. “She has very specific tastes when it comes to these things. Best move along and come check on her here in a bit.” When that clerk is finally clear of the room he takes a breath. Good lords pushy salespeople are the -worst-. When she exits the fitting room in that skin tight dress, his mind is already on the topic of that particular night. She looked enchanting, and as much is visible on his features. He loved this part of the day already. “You’re stunning. Gods you have a lot of allure in that dress.” He does take the moment to eye her figure and crack a smile. It does remind him of Thalra’s tincture shop… But it reminds him more of the night after that party. “But I think that dress would be best off for more.. Private affairs.” He’s also hinting at his memory of that night, verbally now. His hands reach up to unzip her, without hesitation - getting one last good look in during these moments. When she comes out wearing the frilly green dress he can’t help but clap. It was an interesting choice. “You should probably pay to have that dress burned. All the frill doesn’t suit you so much.” When she comes out with her third dress, he lofts another brow. This one had been toned down a little bit and he rather liked the navy color. “It does look good on you.” He smiles - revealing that broad grin. “Let’s put that in the keeper pile, until you try that last dress on.” She did have one more and he was curious to see what it looked like.

Lanara gives a nod, silently agreeing that the dress had potential. At this point, it was the –only- piece she had tried on that held any promise. The green tutu-like thing that threatened to swallow the witch was more suitable for scrap material than anything, and the crimson gown held far too much sex appeal for such a lavish affair. She could practically hear the whining of all the jealous broads that would eye her scantily clad frame, saying how the dress was more lingerie than ball gown. Secretly, they were just envious, and they’d be giving their dates some major side-eye. Some would wind up heading home alone that night, whereas others would be reminded just who wore the pants in the relationship, as they hoped to erase the image of the stunning brunette from their man’s mind. Good luck with that, ladies, because Lanara turns heads, regardless of her attire! Disappearing behind the curtain, Eli would notice that Lana falls eerily silent, which is likely music to his ears, as he finally, has a moment of quietness. Even the high elf peeks her head in to check if everything’s alright, though as the ex-assassin gives her a ‘look’ she returns to the front of the store to help another guest. The curtain brushes aside and Lana’s cheeks have a faint glow to them, her lush lips arched into a delicate smile, as she steps out for a proper viewing. The off-the-shoulder gown is gold, with silver embroidery at the hem, and embraces the elegance of the brunette. The corset torso gently slopes out at the waist, and rather than meet Eli’s gaze for approval, the woman finds herself unable to tear her gaze from the full-length mirror. Lanara looks exquisite, and she’s already imagining how to wear her hair, and what pair of pumps will perfectly complement the gown. Speechless, she eventually turns to look at her ex-assassin, wondering if he would appreciate this ensemble. A little girl rounds the corner and squeals, “Mama! Look at the Princess!” Having been mistaken for Belle, from the fairytale of ‘Beauty and the Beast’ the witch is quick to correct the toddler, before her mother retrievers her and offers an apology. “So, Sandman. What do –you- think? Your opinion is held above all others. Is this the dress? Or do you prefer the silver and blue one that we set aside?” The price tag is lifted and she sharply inhales, her eyes growing wide. There was –no- way she could afford this gown, though she supposed she could try to bargain with the owner.

Elioyahazer holds that smile until she enters that dressing room - where he takes a seat back on that uncomfortable armchair. If this freaking device was meant for anything surely its purpose was to torture whom ever sat upon it; Its creator must have been a torturer, for surely his own backside and lower back were beginning to feel the pain of sitting. He presses and to his back once to stretch, taking the breather she provided. Mid act his eyes shift up to see his witch in her last dress. Gold and silver. A color combination that he’s not seen on her yet, which he rather enjoys. Elioyahazer stands up and produces a broad smile. She wasn’t just exquisite in that dress - she’s literally glowing. When Lanara stands before a him in her dress, completely confident in what’s she is wearing, he knows that the right dress had been found. Their search was over. “It’s perfect,” He offers another smile to the child who had burst in and called her a princess. Very true. He knows that even in this dress she would turn heads - and leave hopeful maidens angry with envy; for every eye would be on her elegance that night. He walks over to her and eyes her figure once more in the dress and then answers her question. “No doubt about it, this is the dress for you at the ball.” He looks at the price tag, which she seems to scoff over and he shrugs the price off as if it were nothing. His inheritance, beyond the money he obtained from previous contracts, is a much larger sum that she knows. It certainly takes a lot to just -maintain- the grounds. “Clerk,” Elioyahazer turns and calls out loudly. When she pokes her head into the room once more, he pulls a pouch of coins from his pocket. “We will take this one,” Eli points to the red dress. Geeze Elioyahazer. “And the gold one she’s currently wearing.” The clerk looks at him, surprised but lists off the total amount. He counts it out loud, and places the gold in her hand - completing the transaction. He might not do this often, but she deserved to have those things. He deserved to see her in both of those dresses from time to time. He turns to face Lanara, still carrying that grin; waiting to see her reaction.

Lanara is swaying from side to side before the mirror, gleeful with the way the fabric hugs her upper body, only for the hem to gracefully sweep along the floor. This gown was designed for a ballroom and the dancer is already envisioning gliding around Frostmaw Fort in her handsome date’s arms. As she’s visibly stressing over the price and trying to think up something to offer the seamstress in exchange for the dress, she barely overhears her ex-assassin counting out the coins, and purchasing –both- gowns for her, the red and the gold. Twirling around, she catches the seamstress accepting the gold, and motioning for Lana to step out of the gown, so both can be fitted and picked up later in the week. “Wait. Wh-What?” Both? Perplexed, she quirks a brow, and shifts her gaze to Eli, who is giving her that knowing smile she’s come to love. “Really? But…But…But! It’s so expensive!!!” The dress is gently removed from her figure, and Lana stands there in her undergarments, her mouth open in awe, before she runs into Eli’s arms and hugs him tight. “Ohmygosh! Thank you so much! This is the –best- Yule present ever!” She’s embracing him with such force, that he may be surprised that the little witch had such strength. Feeling that the couple deserved a moment of privacy, the high elf leaves their view, muttering that Lana would have to find the perfect jewelry to go with this dress and that there just happens to be a shop nearby. The witch is past hearing anything about the ball, as she’s now fully aware that she’s barely clothed and in her desert born’s embrace, “You spoil me, Sandman…” Leaning in, she tenderly kisses him on the mouth, deepening the kiss after a moment. “Thank you… This was the perfect Yule treat…” A glance is given to the small room just beyond the curtain, and she waggles her brows, “It’s your turn for a treat…” Sliding down his form, she takes his hand, and leads him to an area where they wouldn’t be disturbed.

When Elioyahazer and Lanara re-emerge, it’s greeted by the chiding visage of their ever-so-friendly clerk and an annoyed gaze. Frustratingly tapping her foot. Really? Elioyahazer can nearly hear her thoughts. “Don’t be jealous.” He finds himself calling out to the clerk with a grin spread over his features. Just because she didn’t have someone to buy such frivolous things for her was no reason to ruin their fun. When his eyes turn back to Lanara, “Is there anything else you need for the ball?” His gaze is curious, with a raised eyebrow. The clerk is quick to respond, but almost fumbling over her words. “Again, there’s a jewelry shop near-by.” She thought, so what if these two were a nuisance. If he was going to spend the money on her, might as well be at her brothers shop. She takes a moment to tell them of about it. “If you’re looking for something to match, I’d suggest Eddie’s Icing. Only offers the best selection in Enchantment.” The desert born turns to the clerk and laughs. “Eddie’s Icing? Fitting cause of the yule ball in Frostmaw.” He does find the name rather humorous and can only imagine the slogan such a store would use. ‘Women of Lithrydel, Ice yourselves.’ Like that would even work. “Well?” Eli returns his gaze to Lanara.

Lanara exits the room with a satisfied smile, her cheeks reddening as the seamstress tosses a heated glare their way, though she quickly remembers to mask her dislike of the couple. After all, the cinnamon-skinned male had just purchased the two most expensive dresses in the entire store. If she didn’t sell another item in the next three months, she’d still be able to pay the rent and live comfortably. She’s now trying to earn her brother some business, and Lana laughs, shaking her head. “Oh… I don’t have any jewelry, save for my pentacle… And some costume accessories, though none will match the gold dress. I had to sell it when I had to pay for my free-“ Her words cut off, as she couldn’t recall if she had filled Eli in on that little tidbit. She was captured, sold on the slave market, and had to hand over her inheritance and sell some items, to repay Tiber the money and buy her freedom. “I don’t need any jewels, though! I’ll be fine without. Plus, I’d likely only lose them, as I’ll be so busy hosting and running around.” She gives a reassuring smile to Eli, as she could online imagine with the prices would be at Eddie’s Icing. It screamed ‘Bling’ and she didn’t want her boyfriend splurging on her anymore than he already had. Lana wasn’t about the glitz and glam, and she wasn’t a gold digger, by any means. The clerk, however, waves a dismissive hand and has the audacity to pat Eli on the shoulder, as the dresses are taken out to Hubert to store in the waiting carriage. “If she’s parted with the old, it’s time to get her something brand new! That’s what I always say! Eddie is even running a ten percent off sale, this week only! Lots of couples are getting engaged this time of year…” Giving Eli a knowing wink, motions to Lana, “Go and treat your girl to a day of pampering.” If Lanara didn’t take him up on the offer, the clerk was likely to step all over the witch and claim this desert born for herself. He had the good looks and the coin. Both of which she held a fondness. What was wrong with this witch being content with a –single- dress and zero bling?! Lana narrows her eyes at the woman and takes Eli’s hand, inching towards the door, “Want to go on our picnic now? What do you feel like doing?”

Elioyahazer cast a single ominous glance to the clerk who dare lay a hand on his shoulder. It’s one filled with malice. Of disdain and outright contempt. If he had a spatula, he would use it as a scrapper to lift the muck that has clung to his form. He certainly doesn’t know this woman at all. The desert born does understand that he’s spent some coin, but old habits and the need for space still remain. Almost reflexively does he raise a hand to pluck hers off his shoulder - like brushing dust from his form. “Are you suggesting I do the same?” He eyes her further, but gives her the cold shoulder with his next line of words, delivered before she responds. “If you’ll excuse us, we shall head right on out of this ‘dusty and -old-’ store. It seems a change of scenery is needed. Do apologize to Eddie for us.” With a wave of his hand he dismisses her entirely. Glad to be pulled to the door by Lanara’s hand. He gives her digits a tight squeeze, and reaffirms his feelings for her with a simple gaze. The clerk was nothing compared to this little Kelvarian witch. “If she’s not interested in getting jewelry, than all is well.” He gives Lanara an eyeroll over the audacity of this saleswoman. Please. Just go away. Lanara’s items are boxed up neatly and tied off with a bow in lieu of the festive season; arriving to the cart just as they do. “Well I am rather hungry, I suppose we could go and eat. That is if you’re all finished shopping?” He asks her a question, but finds himself placing his hand upon her cheek gently. In only moments, he changes the position, and using his extended arm to pull her in for a very loving kiss; filled with all the feelings he carried for this woman. When it breaks away he asks, “Since we are in enchantment, do you know any particular areas of interest?”

Lanara feels the conversation taking an awkward tone, her dark hues throwing daggers at the pretty high elf that dared to paw at her boyfriend. The thoughts running through her mind are –far- from pure, and she’s fairly sure she could sew a voodoo doll in perfect likeness to the clerk. There’s no need, however, as Eli brushes her hand off of his shoulder, and is clearly disgusted by her actions. Did he truly only have eyes for the witch?! Once outside Lanara assumes they will board the carriage and have lunch nearer to their home. About to ask Eli where they were heading, she feels his fingertips across her cheek, and she instantly stills. Lifting her head, they lock eyes, and for a moment, the desert born is all she sees. The calloused touch against her silken skin, the way he’s looking at her with love in his gaze, and the electricity she feels when they both lean in for a sweet kiss, all are indicators that the witch is in deep. She lingers in the embrace, gently tugging on his lower lip as she deepens the kiss, while her arms coil around his waist. “I love you, Elioyahazer.” She’s head over heels for this man, and the love reflects in her expression, as they both lean slightly back. In just over three months they’ve been through so much together, however, their bond continuously grew stronger. Lana knows that in this moment, on the side of the road, in the most magical city in the realm, that the canary has found her mate for life. Eli is the one, without a doubt. “Hm… There’s the river, just beyond the tavern. It’s really a picture perfect setting. We could grab some food and eat there? There’s also a florist, a few more shops, the usual…” Hand in hand, they stroll along the way, with the witch pointing here and there and filling him in on some of the festivities she’s planned for the upcoming ball. “Will you be needing anything? You can wear the suit that you wore to Thalra’s ceremony.” Or any one of the expensive suits that Michael left behind during his move to Rynvale. Lana comes to an abrupt stop outside of a pet shop, where two puppies play in the window, a smile on her face. “Awwwww! They are so cute!” She taps on the glass and greets them both, however, she shows restraint for once around animals, and they continue on their merry way. Eddie’s Icing is next in line, and he stands outside of his shop, instantly fixating on the couple as they near, “Hello, Good Sir! And his lovely lady! I present to you the –finest- jewelry shop in the realm! We have rare gems from all over Lithrydel. There are some custom pieces, that will never be duplicated. A few even hold unique enchantments!” Lanara can sense the male’s desperation, though she keeps quiet, allowing Eli to handle this as he sees fit. Eddie, however, drones on and on, “Sir! How can you let this exquisite elf walk at your side without a pearl collar? Or some gold earrings? She’s simply paling in comparison to all the others! And the Yule Ball is coming up, is it not? Wouldn’t you want her on display?” Was he referring to Lanara as a slave?! Was this a sick attempt at drumming up business? Or, did he not mean any offense and realize what he was saying? “Um. Let’s go and see what he has, shall we?” Thinking that Eddie’s Icing could be some sort of brothel or slave market, the witch is quick to slip inside the shop.

Elioyahazer looks directly into Lanara’s own mahogany toned eyes - noting the glint of emotions that lay beneath her gaze; the affection and warmth radiating from her in these idle moments. “I love you too, Lanara,” his tone of voice is soft and silky. Hardly laced with the accent of his harsh desert homeland despite the cinnamon complexion of his skin. For a twinkling of time, he lingers on in that gaze. Only shifting his hand away from her soft silken skin when they are ready to continue onwards. But this Eddie fellow has surely overstepped his bounds. “She’s not a slave.” He shakes his head at the salesman's overly ignorant and rude demeanor. “But you should probably apologize to her.” His gaze drifts to Lanara while she steps into the shop. It was time to get a little nasty. His tone shifts and eyes settle on the high elf that stands outside of the shop. “Or I’ll knock those teeth of yours out with my fist. When the damage is done, not even a troll would find you a suitable mate.” Reflexively his own hand had been balled up, waiting to unleash hell upon this dolt. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be heading into your shop here. Where I’ll have none of your lip.” Could Eddie be related to that stupid clerk? Regardless, Hubert has caught up to everyone, and finally puts those purchased items into the cart. Eddie, smiles thinking these customers had been sent here. Within the shop are some of the more gaudy items of Lithrydel. But there are plenty of minimalist things here too. Rings, earings, bracelets and necklaces stand in tall, dark wood stand stands with enchanted glass enclosing them all. High security magic had been wrought here to protect all of these goodies. “Is there anything in particular that you’re looking for Lanara?” Elioyahazer asks once he has caught up, grabbing her hand with his own.

Lanara slowly walks past each display case, admiring a few items in particular, though she offers no comment. The key to striking a bargain was to lack interest, then act as though you’re doing the seller an offer by taking a piece off of his hands, as he was more likely to barter. “Hm…” She had some gold in her purse, and there’s an adorable ankle bracelet that seems to catch her eye. A thin ribbon of gold, with a paw print dangling in the center, reminding her of the sanctuary. Eli appears and takes her hand, and she smiles at him, before she continues shopping. Eddie finally enters his shop, rather shaken, and although he’s a rather arrogant high elf, he’s willing to work with this odd couple. Clearly, Eli had coin as they exited his sister’s shop with two garment boxes, and though his ownerless elf didn’t seem like the high-maintenance type, he’s fairly sure something will strike her fancy. “I’m sorry I spoke out of turn back there. I just don’t think I’ve ever seen an elf quite like you…” Lanara doesn’t bother to accept his apology or issue a reply, as she moves on to the next display case, and her eyes grow wide. There were about twenty engagement rings gazing back, each one magnificent, and just begging to be placed upon a finger with the promise of love! She can’t help but pause, her chocolate hues seeming glued at one in particular. In the second row, the third from the left, rests a ring that has her lips parting in admiration. “Oh… It’s lovely…” Had she spoken aloud? The ring has a princess cut diamond, about a carat in weight, affixed to a platinum band, with diamond filigrees circling the band. The clarity of the diamond reflects each movement she makes, as the light bounces off the surface of the glass, and for the second time today, Lanara is speechless. Eddie clears his throat and motions to the box, “The first five rows are engagement rings, and near the bottom there, we have a few wedding bands. Some are rather plain, though I can etch any words you wish to incorporate. Such as a name, date, or some words from your shared vows.” There’s a brief pause, as he cautiously looks at Eli, “Would either of you like to try anything on, or view anything closer?” The witch realizes that the sandman is peering over her shoulder, and that the jeweler is speaking, and she bashfully smiles. “Oh! I’m sorry! I-I was just browsing.” Internally, she groans, hoping Eli wouldn’t be too freaked out.

Elioyahazer has done well to ignore Eddie. Favoring to watch Lanara browse over all of the items within this particular shop. Content to watch her reaction as she pauses on particular pieces of jewelry. It’s no surprise to him however, that she comes to a halt with all of those engagement rings and wedding bands. He can cleary recall a couple of times where marriage has been brought up in conversation. He clearly remembers that. Hint received Lanara. However, he gauges what piece she seems to be viewing in particular. “It looks to be a nice ring.” Elioyahazer chimes in with a whispered response to Lanara. Yes, he had heard those worded thoughts of hers. “Ya, actually. She would like to take a closer look at this particular one.” His finger points to the display case, unsurprised by this entire venture. “Second row, third from the left.” It would seem that his ability to gauge other’s still hasn’t dwindled down in the slightest. Elioyahazer is still sharp as a tack. “I mean, I thought we came here for a necklace or some earrings. But if you want to look at some engagement rings go right ahead.” He could use this moment to his advantage. They were just window shopping anyways, so what’s the harm? He could get ring sizing information, ideas on what she likes etc. Without having to go and purchase her one right now. He hadn’t even figured out how he would ask such a thing. However, he’s playing this off rather well. Undisturbed by her jarring halt at the rings.

Lanara is ready to move to the next case, maybe head to that promised picnic, hell, even crawling beneath a rock right about now would be favorable. Instead… Eddie is unlocked the display case and pulling the ring she’d been ogling for the past five minutes from its velvet encasing. The witch swallows hard, her mouth feeling dry, and her heart racing a mile a minute. Was Eli serious?! He wanted her to try a ring on? Did he even know the power that an engagement ring carried? He –was- from the desert, and maybe they did things differently in that area. He hadn’t been clued into establishing a relationship, and she had Toothpick to thank for encouraging Eli to ask her to move into his home. Maybe he thought it was similar to a mood ring? Or used for casting love spells? She’s beyond embarrassed as she obediently extends her left arm, and Eddie slides the ring onto her finger. It’s a perfect fit, which has her cheeks turning beet red, and she can’t explain why tears are prickling her eyes. “I, uh, it’s…” Perfect. “Wow.” A slight shake is visible in her hand, as she lifts her arm to peer closer at the ring, the image reflecting in her impossibly dark eyes. Eddie gives them both a smile, thinking he has a sale, and he goes on to explain, “The total weight of that ring is 1.50 carats… The center stone is a whole carat, and the filigrees make up the rest of the weight, of course. The band is a size 6, and its platinum, the most precious of metals. It will not tarnish or chip, and that particular ring comes with a one year warranty. Should you need it resized, or one of the diamonds chip, or you wish to have it dipped in gold, that would come at no cost, for up to one year from the purchase date.” He leans in and fiddles with the ring around Lana’s finger, “I think it’s a perfect fit, actually… As though it’s meant to be!” Eddie winks at Eli, waiting for the ex-assassin to either make the purchase or decline. It was entirely in his hands… And coin purse. Lana clears her throat, still eyeing the beautiful ring. After several moments of staring at it in silence, she sighs, and slips it off her finger and hands it back to Eddie, though it took effort to part with the item. “Thanks for letting me try it on. It’s lovely!” Mortified at this point, she nervously toys with the end of her braid, and moves over to a rack of expensive watches.

Elioyahazer examines Lanara’s scrutinizing of the ring. He doesn’t care about the extra facts that are being spouted off by the salesmen. He only cares about her reaction to it. And when it slips on to her finger does he know the truth of her emotions. She’s trembling. Shaking to even inspect the item closer. Are those tears welling up? Is she really that in love with him? Of course, if TP were here, Eli would most likely have been smacked already. ‘You dolt, taking her out to look at rings. What kind of a moron do you have to be?’ When she gives the ring back he can tell that she’s struggling with it and to hide her shame she scoots away to look at another case. Elioyahazer takes the moment, to nod to Eddie; pressing his fingers up to his lips to remain silent about it. The shop keep nods in response, and smiles. He hides the ring in a box, and pulls out another replacement; nearly identical to sit where that ring had just been. This whole thing is rather hush hush. Even if she were to look at the two, the shop keep has been trained to disguise what’s actually going on. The two seem to be talking about pricings of the rings. Little did she know, they were actually haggling. Eventually the two come to an agreement. “Oh madam,” The clerk turns his attention to her. “There’s a new sale going on in light of the season. We have a couple different sets of matching earrings, bracelets and necklaces in that display case over there. If you’re interested I’ll be right over.” The clerk however has used the distraction to collect money from Eli and slip him the ring; using the counter to block the transaction from her view. Sneaky fellow. Elioyahazer winks and then approaches Lanara to go look through these things with her further.

Lanara is still shaking as the ill-mannered high elf calls over to her and screams about sales in the rear of the store. Was that where the clearance items for slaves were held? Perhaps he kept used items in the back, things that were robbed from graves and such. Scowling, the witch disappears behind the curtain and looks at the less expensive pieces of jewelry. She’s so caught up in her thoughts about engagement rings, that she misses the entire exchange between her desert born and the jeweler. Eli haggles for a better price, purchases the ring, and manages to have an entire conversation with Eddie, while the witch is eyeing a faux-diamond necklace with matching earrings. Its costume jewelry, though easily passable as the real deal, unless someone was to get too close or feel the weight of the item. “Hm… This would go perfectly with the dress.” Lana pulls the set from the rack, eyeing the price of a mere twenty gold coins, and she gives a slight nod. She’s turning around to head back to the register, when she collides with Eli, and she nearly screams. He had caught her looking at –more- jewelry and was probably thinking she was some gem magnet! Why did she feel the pull to go into this particular store? She was going to frighten the ex-assassin! It was bad enough he had to part with his pets, and here she was, pushing marriage! Swallowing, she lowers her gaze, “I’m just going to get these few things. They will match the dress. And I already have heels in –every- color, so I think I’m all set for the ball now. I’m starving! Let’s to eat, shall we?” Why was she talking so fast? Exhaling, she slides her purse from her shoulder and counts the coins, unable to meet Eddie’s gaze. Thankfully, he keeps his mouth shut about wedding bands as he rings up her items and starts to discuss the weather with Eli. “We can grab a bite from one of the vendors and eat by the lake, if you like?”

Elioyahazer has seen Lanara flustered on several different occasions, when she has difficulty looking up to meet the gaze of another. He knows that she is probably thinking the worst things about this whole ordeal. He knew his little witch. She’s most likely frustrated with herself thinking that she might be pushing him into this whole ordeal. She isn’t however. But he does nothing to quell those feelings for that would surely give his secrets away. Soon Lanara. Soon. Regardless, she might find that both of his hands grab at her shoulders when the transaction is complete. “Hey, everything okay?” His concern is deep and sudden - though he does know the cause, he feigns otherwise. Cloak and daggers. Always masking things aren’t we Elioyahazer. Not that he wants too, but his particular set of skills would indeed help him in these moments. “Yeah, let’s grab a bit from the vendors and head on out. Go see enchantment. It’s my first time out here.” He offers her a wink, and thinks further on her chosen location. “The lake sounds great.” Without further words, Elioyahazer escapes from the shop with his prize, Lanara, and another; that ring. Her desert born clasps his hand with hers once more - offering something solid and stable for her to grab onto. “I can smell the food already.” His stomach groaned ever so slightly. They did need to get some food, and fast. Eventually they hit an area filled with random food carts, each as unique as the rest. Offering foods from many different areas all over lithyrdel. Lanara would easily find anything she wanted here.

Lanara gazes into Eli’s worried eyes, shaking her head, those cheeks still flooding with heat. “No… Everything is fine.” How could anything be wrong when he’s looking at her with such concern? Even though it was a farce, she didn’t possess the same set of skills that he did, when interrogating another, or blending with the shadows. She was merely a woodland witch, not an assassin! “I, um, just hope that didn’t make you uncomfortable in there. He was really pushing for a sale! But the items were lovely, even if they were insanely overpriced.” Just then her stomach grumbles, which is perfect timing, as it distract them both from the talk of getting engaged. Holding his hand, they walk along the path, with Lana pointing here and there at random fairies that flutter from one tree to another, and the various types of foliage that only seems to grow in this part of the realm. Had she known that her boyfriend had purchased –THE RING- she wouldn’t have been nearly as talkative, and he likely would be carrying her surprised from around Enchantment. The scent of the food is welcome after a long day of dress shopping, and Lana eyes the vendors, before she selects one that offers greek-style foods. Ordering a lamb and vegetable kebob with a side of lemon potato wedges, and she waits for Eli to place his order, or see if he wanted something from a different food cart. The man would be given a gentle shove, as she insists on paying for their lunch. After all, he had bought her both dresses, and arranged a carriage for the day. The least she could do was return the favor, even if it was in a small way. Smiling up at him, she holds her food, being careful not to spill anything on her tunic, as they weave through the crowd and head towards a semi-private place near the lake.

Elioyahazer had done his best to keep the ring a secret. Even disguised his actions with a shopkeep and haggled the price down using his own wits. He was proud of those few moments. The item in question, that one ring, sits hidden within his pocket. Even among the tribes of the deserts, engagements and marriages were a big thing. Little girls were raised with fantastical concepts of grand audiences and white. Hearing those vows. It all carried a meaning. A sense of belonging. A pride in your partner who wished to spend the rest of their life, with one person in particular. Except, Eli couldn’t figure out just how to ask. Despite her constant pressing for such things, it still unsettled his nerves. By goodness, he realizes suddenly that he’s holding his own breath, and had ignored her words for just mere moments. He needed to focus. Focus Eil, focus. His eyes shift to her and his features don a smile. “That place -was- a little overpriced, and honestly I don’t mind you looking at rings.” He shrugs at the conversation. His left hand reaches into the pocket where it plays with the small box it sits within. Enchantment is beautiful and if he were to ask her anywhere, this wouldn’t be a bad thing. The problem is, does she want a big show of it or not? Perhaps he needed a little more information. But how could he poke and prod without alerting her? He can’t think of any good way to skirt around the subject so he gives in. I’ll just ask her once we find a spot to eat. When the food carts come into view, he too is delighted for the change of subject. Though he doesn’t disagree with her choice. “Lamb? I might have to get that myself.” His gaze sweeps to the vendor, where he orders a sandwich made of lamb. Sprinkled with pepper and lime. Doused in a plethora of heavenly sauces that steam while his order is handed to him. “Thanks!” he chimes in and pays their tab. After a moment, his gaze picks a spot in the distance undisturbed by anyone. “Why don’t we go sit down over there?”

Lanara eyes the area that Eli picks, and she quirks a brow, as it wasn’t exactly where she would have chosen to have lunch. She doesn’t argue though, as they make their way over to the space, and they both take a seat in the grass. This particular patch of land carries dampness, and it’s somewhat in the shade, as large trees line the picturesque lake. Moisture begins to seep into the elf’s leggings, and she sidles a little closer to Eli, for warmth. Taking a dainty bite of her kebob, she smiles at him, and gazes out at the lake. She can sense that his nerves are a little askew, and she assumes it’s because they went on an unplanned trip to a jewelry store and eyed engagement rings. Was he merely being supportive by letting her try on the ring? Telling her that he didn’t have any fears of commitment? Did he understand the severity of such a moment? As Lana nibbles, she’s trying hard not to make a big deal out of today. Eli likely thought they were just being nice to Eddie, right? Would he think Lanara was marriage material? Giving him a sidelong glance, she dabs at her lips, and clears her throat, “I really had a nice time today… Did you? I really enjoy spending time with you and doing activities that bring us closer together.” Grinning, she tries to lessen their nerves and moves away from conversations that involve rings, “How are things going between you and Michael? I know it must be so difficult getting to know him, after all this time has gone by without even knowing of his existence… Are things still as strained? Also. I’ve been doing some thinking, and Toothpick could use a lady friend. It’s not healthy for him just to serve us until the end of his days, and hang out with me all the time.” It’s his job to serve their household, though the witch wrinkles her nose, as though hoping Eli would grant him a raise or a vacation. “I know she isn’t the kindest soul, but Venin is in her late forties, and she could use a date. Maybe we can double date with the two of them?” This is a –very- bad idea as Toothpick is charming and Venin is downright insulting to everyone she meets. Why was Lana suggesting to set them up, of all people?! “Also… I hope you don’t mind, but we’re going to be having dinner next weekend with my friend Alvina. She’s the head of the Bard’s Guild, now, and we’re practically neighbors since we live in Cenril! Her husband, Hudson, he’s such a nice guy. I think you two will hit it off, famously!”

Elioyahazer comes to a rest within the park as he previously mentioned wondering when he would finally work up the nerve to pop the question. The desert born is growing a little nervous as time presses on more and more. He couldn’t even get his mind to focus on Lanara and that red dress. Nay for instead, his thoughts keep drifting to the item in his pocket. His mutated eyes shift to the makeup she had decided to wear today; those impossibly long lashes. Soon his examination settles on her mahogany hued eyes, and the tone of her skin theirin after. He can’t help but be consumed by her image in these moments. Utterly adrift on the wave of emotions that swell inside him in moments such as these. I love you, Lana, he can hear his own mind thinking. They were finally alone, even if they were only eating. So what if it was a little damp, he musters the strength to finally cave in. Ignoring her comments about the TP and Venin. The discussion of Hudson and Alvina. He just blinks through it all and when he’s supposed to respond he doesn’t. Not right away. Instead he swallows his pride and shifts from his rear to a knee, where he just gazes at her. His heart pounding in his chest. Did he think she was marriage material? Absolutely. “Lana,” his voice chimes in a little weaker than it should be - filled the electricity that his nerves were feeling. “You know that our meeting has been a unique circumstance. You were dragged into a quarrel you had no part of.” His lips stretch into a smile as he dawdles on in those memories. She probably would too. “We’ve saved each other. I lost my way. No matter how rough things got though.” His hand shifts to the pocket where that ring hides, grabbing it in an attempt to pull it free. “Despite all of the chaos that’s come into our lives, you’re there for me. Always. My anchor. I love you Lanara and I’m no good at these things, but I just wanted to ask.” But there is something amiss in the background. An aura. Twisting beyond the treeline. Beady eyes shifting within the shadows. Stalking the couple from just beyond sight. There is a terrible presence within the park. Random passersby looking to and fro, equally affected by whatever this thing is. It’s only moments the monster responsible reveals itself. Tall and lanky. Decrepit and weak looking. Gray, near scaled. And yet when it lunges and collides with Elioyahazer, it transforms. Looking something like Jez. The desert born finds himself in the fight of his life all of a sudden. Raising his arms to the screeching creature that swipes its deadly infectious claws at him - ripping into the forearms of his arms. He lets loose a howl of pain, and pulls free a dagger - plunging it into this.. This -things- chest. But to no avail. It stands suddenly, pulls the blade from itself and smirks; the wound healing before Elio and Lanara’s eyes. The creature casts the item to the side and swipes for Elio once more; its visage shifting into the form of some other random person nearby. What is going on here? What was Eli about to ask?

Lanara is rather talkative about her friends and family as she nibbles away at a pepper, her eyes glazing over with the promise of a double date. She went way back with Hudson, as he was her very first friend in the lands, and she had met Alvina at a later date. They both worked at the University together, and in time became good friends. The witch pauses for a moment to dab at her lips, when she catches the way the desert born is eyeing her, his mutated hues focusing on every minute detail, as though committing it to memory. She lowers the skewer, her heart filling with dread. Were those goodbye eyes? Or was this the look of love? Had she truly pushed him away by trying on that engagement ring? She wasn’t in a rush to walk down the aisle, though she was hopeful they were headed in the direction. Eli begins to speak, and Lana’s heart pounds in her chest, the thumping sending vibrations to her tapered ears. At first, his speech seems to be heading south, as though they had been through too much, and he was about to throw in the towel. The witch can’t help but wonder if the purchase of the two dresses was a goodbye present. However, his speech takes a different turn, and he’s confessing his feelings, realizing how perfect they are for each other, and her dark eyes are as wide as saucers as the ex-assassin bends on one knee. His hand reaches into his pocket, and Lana’s own hands begin to tremble, so much that two chunks of lamb slip from the skewer and land in the grass. Dear Goddess! Was this cinnamon-skinned Adonis really about to pop –the- question?! Were they getting engaged at this very moment?! Lanara waits on bated breath, leaning in ever so slightly, imagining how sweet it will be to hear Elioyahazer utter those four fateful words… The proposal goes unfulfilled as a gray beast appears out of nowhere and lunges at Eli, attacking the male with brute strength, and easily gaining the upper hand. Were those scales? Was that Jez?! The witch screams so loud that it turns her head to lock eyes with her, and in that moment it’s like gazing into a mirror, before it shifts to resemble a nearby picnicker. What the hell is this thing?! Having never seen a creature like this in all her life, Lana feels fear gripping her, along with heightened annoyance. Eli was possibly about to ask for her hand in marriage, and this –THING- interrupted! Rising to her feet she watches as they struggle, and as the gray creature pulls the dagger from its chest and seems unphased, the witch knows that her ex-assassin is in trouble. “Sandman!!!” Glancing to her left and right, knowing she’s in a –very- public place and that she could easily be outed for the magic she possesses, she still carries on with her plan. She wouldn’t let any harm come to the man she loves. The woodland witch focuses all her energy on the torso of the gray creature, using her superior intelligence to formulate the best plan for destroying it. Without warning a loud ‘boom’ is heard, the trees begin to shake, the ground vibrates, and a beam of golden light bursts from Lana’s palms, only to strike the beast with such force that both forms would skid several feet back. The light is relentless, as it attacks the darkness that envelops this hellish fiend, scorching its flesh and seeping into its organs, filling it with the power of the sun, until all that would remain would be a pile of ash and the scent of charred beast.

Lanara is rather talkative about her friends and family as she nibbles away at a pepper, her eyes glazing over with the promise of a double date. She went way back with Hudson, as he was her very first friend in the lands, and she had met Alvina at a later date. They both worked at the University together, and in time became good friends. The witch pauses for a moment to dab at her lips, when she catches the way the desert born is eyeing her, his mutated hues focusing on every minute detail, as though committing it to memory. She lowers the skewer, her heart filling with dread. Were those goodbye eyes? Or was this the look of love? Had she truly pushed him away by trying on that engagement ring? She wasn’t in a rush to walk down the aisle, though she was hopeful they were headed in the direction. Eli begins to speak, and Lana’s heart pounds in her chest, the thumping sending vibrations to her tapered ears. At first, his speech seems to be heading south, as though they had been through too much, and he was about to throw in the towel. The witch can’t help but wonder if the purchase of the two dresses was a goodbye present. However, his speech takes a different turn, and he’s confessing his feelings, realizing how perfect they are for each other, and her dark eyes are as wide as saucers as the ex-assassin bends on one knee. His hand reaches into his pocket, and Lana’s own hands begin to tremble, so much that two chunks of lamb slip from the skewer and land in the grass. Dear Goddess! Was this cinnamon-skinned Adonis really about to pop –the- question?! Were they getting engaged at this very moment?! Lanara waits on bated breath, leaning in ever so slightly, imagining how sweet it will be to hear Elioyahazer utter those four fateful words… The proposal goes unfulfilled as a gray beast appears out of nowhere and lunges at Eli, attacking the male with brute strength, and easily gaining the upper hand. Were those scales? Was that Jez?! The witch screams so loud that it turns her head to lock eyes with her, and in that moment it’s like gazing into a mirror, before it shifts to resemble a nearby picnicker. What the hell is this thing?! Having never seen a creature like this in all her life, Lana feels fear gripping her, along with heightened annoyance. Eli was possibly about to ask for her hand in marriage, and this –THING- interrupted! Rising to her feet she watches as they struggle, and as the gray creature pulls the dagger from its chest and seems unphased, the witch knows that her ex-assassin is in trouble. “Sandman!!!” Glancing to her left and right, knowing she’s in a –very- public place and that she could easily be outed for the magic she possesses, she still carries on with her plan. She wouldn’t let any harm come to the man she loves. The woodland witch focuses all her energy on the torso of the gray creature, using her superior intelligence to formulate the best plan for destroying it. Without warning a loud ‘boom’ is heart, the trees begin to shake, the ground vibrates, and a beam of golden light bursts from Lana’s palms, only to strike the beast with such force that both forms would skid several feet back. The light is relentless, as it attacks the darkness that envelops this hellish fiend, scorching its flesh and seeping into its organs, filling it with the power of the sun, until all that would remain would be a pile of ash and the scent of charred beast.

If Lanara thought that she was confused by the sudden introduction of a monster, than Elioyahazer felt something else entirely. He’s fervently defending himself against swipes of deadly claws time and again. He pulls forth another dagger, and flings it at this monstrous humanoid, shape-shifter. Taking the time garnered from his attack to come to a stand, ball his fist up and deliver an earth shattering strike against it. Just in time for Lanara’s magical assault which burns the creature into a pale ash in literal seconds. He panics, fireworks going off in the back of his mind. His heart pounding and not just from the confession he was about to make. It was doubled due to the ambush. He takes a moment to catch his breath, pressing the calloused palm of his hand against a nearby tree. But the sights he sees upon his arms alert him to danger. He was covered in wounds - rake marks from whatever that was. Between breaths he asks, “What was that?” His gaze skirts the pile for moments to flick up to Lanara. He had totally forgotten about the ring. “Are you okay?” You’re an idiot Eli. A damned fool. Covered in cuts, scrapes and blood. She wasn’t even attacked!

Lanara lowers her glowing palms, the light immediately ceasing as she calls off the spell. Her mahogany eyes flicker with worry, as she realizes that Jez’s threat had reached fruition. “Oh, Sandman…” The witch cares not that their romantic moment was interrupted, that some strange creature was mimicking the appearance of whoever it desired, or that blood is pouring from the wounds on her desert born’s arms. All she cares about is that he’s alright, so as he foolishly inquires about her health, she closes the distance between their forms, and wraps her arms tightly about his waist. Her cheek presses against his heart, and she inhales his scent, relieved that she knew enough to use light magic against the creature that was summoned from darkness. The elf had saved the ex-assassin, yet again. “Are you alright? What was that?! I never saw anything like it, in all my years!” She’s sniffling, unaware of the emotions that are boiling inside of her, threatening to spill from her lips in any given moment. “Let’s head home… Okay? I’ll go find Hubert and he can ready the carriage. I will get you all healed up, in no time at all.” Another sniffle, as she falls silent, squeezing him even tighter, before she forces herself to release him from the embrace. Lifting her head, she searches his mismatched gaze, “What were you saying? Before the attack…?”

Elioyahazer relishes in the embrace; in the fact that she drew breath. He had panicked thinking that perhaps there were more lingering around, just waiting to leap out at him. Hiding within the dark. Though for some reason, her embrace pulled those worries from his mind. He now knew that magic would work and he would seek out that Dragon from the sharknado adventure. But until then, he had something more important to ask her. His mind ringing clear in these final moments. “I’ll be fine…” His voice trails off and into the distance, as if it were windswept blades of grass. He pulls her in tight - refusing to let her go, even when she tries to. It took him these moments to take a grasp at his confidence once more. His eyes shift to meet her own when they embrace ends, and he straightens his shirt out. Finally, he drops back to a single knee. They had always reaffirmed their feelings after a good fight. Why would this time be any different? “Lanara. I was saying, that I love you.” He looks directly into those dark eyes of hers - just like before; losing himself in her even now. Recalling all those memories, even the ones of violence that they shared together. After all, what would these two be without it? They might not be the most romantically inclined couple of hollow, but they sure were serious about each other. “That I can’t imagine my life without you. You’ve always been there for me.” His gaze flicks down to his shirt, then his arms and back to her. “Even when I’m a complete mess, like now. You’re the mirage of the deserts I never thought I could obtain, and yet I have.” His tone grows with passion, working himself up to utter those words. “Now that I have you, I wanted to ask.” He finally pulls the ring from his pocket and opens it for her to view. “Will you marry me?” Yes he loved her and they were both crazy. “I’m sorry the monster ruined the original.” He proffers a broad smile with his joke of interruptions.

Lanara nuzzles against his chest as he holds her as close as possible, and she’s thinking that he’s frightened. “Shh… It’s okay. We are going to be alright. We’ll find someone that can give us more answers on what we’re dealing with, and until then, I won’t let you out of my sight. You need someone that can use magic to defeat whatever that thing even was…” Their eyes lock, fueled with an intimacy that had been growing ever since they first met, and it’s now that Lana’s pulse quickens as Eli drops to a knee. “Oh my gosh…” All at once, she knows what’s coming, and it’s the happiest moment of her existence. Trembling, her eyes fill with tears, as her sandman gives a most heartfelt speech, though it’s the comparison of herself and the mirage that has those droplets of moisture spilling onto her cheeks. Eli reaches into his pocket and removes a small box, only to open it and unveil the piece of jewelry that had her so captivated a short while ago. A gasp escapes her, as her eyes absorb the magnificence of the ring, as the light filters through the trees and has the center stone sparkling. Lana is seeing it in a new light, as this time when the ring is slipped onto her finger, it’s attached to a promise. A promise to spend the rest of her days at this man’s side, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, until death do they part. “Yes… Of course! Yes, I will marry you!” Helping Eli to his feet, she laughs nervously through her tears, those chocolate hues unable to look at anything apart from the ring on her finger. “It’s so beautiful. Oh my gosh! I didn’t think you’d want to get engaged anytime soon!” The witch is full on weeping now, as she launches herself into the desert born’s arms, not minding if the blood on his arms seeps into her blouse. With their lips a mere inch apart, she gives a small speech of her own, “I love you. So much. You make me happier than I have ever been, and even when we are bickering or facing danger, there’s no one else I’d rather share this crazy adventure with… Elioyahazer. I want you to be my husband. I want to wake up at your side every morning, and fall asleep in your arms every night.” Placing her lips against his, she gives him a tender kiss, filled with the promise of eternal love. She would make an excellent wife, and spend the rest of her days keeping a smile on his face. “I love you…” She whispers again, as their lips part, her long lashes brushing against his tanned cheeks. As the couple stands in the wet grass, their arms wrapped tightly about each other, a group of picnickers sitting in the distance begins to applaud. It seems that during their debacle with the gray creature, they had gained a rather large audience, and this display of love had them all enjoying the show! Lana giggles, her cheeks flooding with color, as she lifts her left hand and waves, “We are engaged!”

Elioyahazer smiles brightly when Lanara so gleefully accepts his proposal. Granted his original had been turned from heartfelt to disastrous. The desert born climbs to his feet and returns her embrace three fold - pulling her into his arms in an embrace he has yet to give her. Firm and gentle, arms wrapped around her waist - a hand moving up her back to rest between her shoulder blades. He was never letting her go. But when she turns her gaze to those fans that have gathered, he lifts a single digit to turn her her lips to face his. Where the fire he feels for her lingers behind his mutated eyes; flickering so. An all consuming desire to kiss those delicate lips rips through him and he leans in to deliver such a thing. Their applauds grow louder still, but he hasn’t stopped. Not yet. He continues until he’s pulling away, breathless. “I love you,” his gaze shifts to the distance. “Let’s get out of here?” He offers her his hand and smile, despite the wounds littering his body.

Lanara presses her form against Eli’s so there isn’t a centimeter between their bodies, as the kiss is deepened. Their moment of passion is witnessed by at least a dozen others, all of who are applauding and whistling, sharing this rare moment with strangers on a winter day. Lana gently caresses Eli’s cheek, while her other hand gently kneads the back of his neck, as she stands on her toes and gives into this intense lip lock. As they part, both are looking at each other with a combination of desire and adoration, their hands clasping before they make their way towards the carriage. At the same time, they breathlessly say “I love you,” and the witch can’t help but giddily chuckle. “Just wait until Toothpick hears about this, and my sister! We have to plan an engagement party now, Sandman!” Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, the couple heads home, to clean Eli’s wounds, and to spend the rest of the evening kissing as deeply as they had beside the lake.