Under a Summer Sky | Closed to Siebren

[misbegottendreamer]

Who: Drelasa and Siebren
Where: Crane's Ridge
What: Stargazing, and maybe something more...
When: Early July
Warnings: Possible discussions of trauma and mental illness (although hopefully this thread will be mostly positive)



With a basket of goodies on her arm, Drelasa makes her way to Crane's Ridge. This is her first time wearing her new robes- red trimmed with black and gold stitchwork, with a heavily embroidered stole- as well as her first time being socially out and about after her surgery, so she's feeling a good more self-confidence than usual. Of course, she already feels more calm around Siebren than most people, but the extra boost still feels good.

She arrives a little early, in order to have time to set things out. Most of the food will stay in the basket until her kena's arrival, to keep it safe from the ants, but she can set out the blanket and lay out a bottle of wine. She's spared no expense for this evening; she wants Siebren to feel as appreciated as he makes her feel.

She's going to keep her mask on and her hood up until she hears his approach, but once he's there...

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[spaghettification]

"Here, I'm going to move to sit where nothing's in front of me, and you can place yourself in my arms and lap however you're comfortable."

And he does just that, gently setting his plate aside.

[misbegottendreamer]

She has no idea what is and isn’t an awkward position, but eventually she does settle. Though it shouldn’t be a problem for a man who commands gravity, she’s heavier than one would expect, and her body is strangely hard under that robe, almost like large sections of her body are made of bundled pebbles. She’s eager, but also embarrassed.

[spaghettification]

Siebren settles in against her, having no trouble with the weight. It's almost comforting, an anchor to keep him from floating away. His arms wrap loosely around her, and after a moment he lets out a contented sigh.

[misbegottendreamer]

"Have you... ever had feelings like this before, Siebren?"

[spaghettification]

"Of the same timbre, but not nearly the same intensity, when I was a much younger man in school. Before I became serious about my career." It was a fling, as a college boy. Look, it happens.

[misbegottendreamer]

She nods.

"I... felt that way once, too. I never pursued it. He was outside of my family's station. I was tempted to run away with him, but... I did not want to throw away what my family had worked for generations to build. And... it was shortly after that that I fell ill."

[spaghettification]

"Mm. Would your family approve of me, given I'm not of your kind at all?" House Dagoth, Dunmer, any of it.

[misbegottendreamer]

“It’s the Fourth Era. There are plenty of pairings betwixt men and mer. I do not think my parents would have any reservations about my spending my time with someone as considerate and educated as yourself. And my family in Kogoruhn… all they really ask of anyone is acceptance.” It isn’t that her parents would have disapproved of the farmhand… it was Drelasa herself who had held herself to the social expectations of a barely-landes family.