FALL CATCH-ALL

[chronosynthesis]

WHO: Syrlya and You (Closed Prompts)
WHAT: The Fall Catch-All
WHEN: All Fall Baby
WHERE: Wherever we need (on the island or a boat)
WARNINGS: NSFW marked below

((Plan With Me: Plot Comment #1 | EVENT ONE OPEN POST))

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[pactmarshal]

We do.

[ Trahearne places the table to the side inside the barn, and strides over to the brown horse to scratch her on the nose.

There's a bright smile on his face when he turns around to look at Syrlya. ]

I call her Dwynwen. Come say hello.

[chronosynthesis]

[...] Well, hello.

[He is not getting in arm's distance, however. In fact, he folds them to his chest.]

[pactmarshal]

[ He chuckles. ]

It's all right. She's well-behaved. [ Scratches her nose! What a funny animal. ] Horses are fascinating creatures, but they don't bite.

[chronosynthesis]

Oh they certainly do. [Which is why he is not getting closer.] I hope you are mindful of your fingers before it decides to make you its next snack.

[pactmarshal]

[ "It"? How rude, Syrlya! ]

She would never do that. [ Spoken with all the confidence in the world. Trahearne turns to his horse again, who turns to him. ] You would never do that, would you?

[ And she retreats, back into her stall. Dwynwen doesn't seem keen on saying hi, either, so Trahearne only gives a slight shrug and starts walking back towards Syrlya. ]

You've been bitten?

[chronosynthesis]

I was near balded by one if I hadn't hadn't backed away in time. Otegine doesn't particularly trust them either and I see why.

[pactmarshal]

[ As Trahearne comes back to Syrlya, he eyes his hair with concern, and reaches to run a hand over the top of his head, as though making doubly sure his head is okay. Also he just likes touching him. ]

...Quite a lot of things seem to have it in for you.

[ Tables... Horses... ]

[chronosynthesis]

I can't imagine why. This isn't Tyria. [He's innocent here!!]

[pactmarshal]

[ After a second, Trahearne's hand drops from his head to cup his cheek. He chuckles, and there's a tease in his eye. ]

Then perhaps it's in your nature. And not about Tyria specifically.

[ attracting trouble... ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya raises a brow.] And what sort of nature is that?

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne's grin widens, but he doesn't say anything.

Instead, he leans forward and gently presses his lips to Syrlya's.

Syrlya is very cute. ]