Harold
Taedra Westbrook
Northwind Coast

"It's not my land, my families reach ends at the base of Asairde. This land and the coast belongs to a different family. We have kind relations, but it's not as if I'm traveling in my own back yard." She explained. "My trips aren't malicious and won't be seen as such, but it's still going to seem to my father and brothers as suspicious." 

He had pulled her close briefly, and her head rested o his chest, fingers drumming against his tunic softly as she tried to remember future obligations over the sweet kiss he'd given her. 

"Would two weeks be alright? You asked me to keep your secret, I fear anything closer would spark an inquiry."
Marion
Iver Trok
Northwind Coast

"Aye... Two week's time. I'll be at the edge of town at Sunset. Before the tide is high, My dear. I'm sure in our days apart I won't think of anything but your kiss." He said smoothly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. He looked out to the sea for a moment and nodded. He was meant to be here. The sea called for him, but his heart called for her just as strongly.

"*Dry Land* Is your land, Taedra, I suppose I just think differently when it comes to ownership.." He explained before sitting up, having her still laying her head on his lap. "It's getting much too cold for a lady such as yourself to be out here..." He said worriedly, placing his arm over hers for a second to warm her slightly.
Harold
Taedra Westbrook
Northwind Coast

She made a mental note to mark the date, and turned her head to press her forehead against his chest to hide the laugh that escaped her. 

It made sense what he said, how a man who walked beneath the waves thought differently of people would divide territory above it. "I can make it, I _want_ to make it. I just have to find a way to explain it without telling my father explicitly that I'm escaping to the coast to kiss a man." She teased, and when he worried over her arm she just moved closer to him. 

"Is this where you send me away and disappear back into the ocean?"
Marion
Iver Trok
Northwind Coast

"Well, I can't take you into it with me, my lady... I just fear you'll become unwell from all this cold." As she snuggled closer he smiled, bring his arm around her completely so she wasn't so chilly.

"My body sings..." He said quietly, thinking of a poem the Mother Scribe taught him when he was learning to write. "My body sings like the current flows, and where it runs, there my heart goes." He repeated slowly, watching the water rush against the shore. The almost black pitch of the sea seemed to try to swallow the land, still reaching for him as the night carried on. He knew he would have to let her go back to the warmth some time but his arms didn't move from their hug.

"I never thought this would happen to me... Truly. I was fine with just living life at the bottom of the surf and breathing in the taste of salt. But now I find myself crawling onto land for sunlight and mountains in the form of a lady."