Amethyst eyes bedecked with dark sapphire blemishes were upon the never ending floating and falling yellow flowers as if they were in some kind of time loop and the last hours would just replay over and over.  Her delicate ears perked to the sounds of the frolicking stream as it frolicked near the cottage and her every desire was to strip herself bare and submerge herself in it's cool and rapid cleansing.  In fact, her little feet made pitter patter in that direction without her being entirely aware.  But she felt his strong hand leading them steadily toward the comely cottage and she did recollect barely that they may have been in some kind of mortal danger.  It all looked very heavenly and not at all hellish.<br/><br/>Bared feet rested on the blades of lush green grass beneath her feet as she walked with him, noting there was no stone pathway to the home.  Fey and creatures of that ilk liked the feel of fresh, loamy earth beneath their bared feet.  And something told her that though this day may be perpetually sunny, so was the dark soil beneath them perpetually soft.  Her toes nearly hugged it as she once again fell in line with his stride without the distracted meandering that the stream itself partook in.  There was something naturally eloquent about the way that water followed and moved sensuously within the confines it was given and yet always strove for more and eventually reached it's destination.  In the end, the rocks and earth would give way to it's relentless assault and curiosity coupled with this thought had speckled eyes raising to Tayvan's strong-jawed countenance as he opened the door for them.<br/><br/>The young Nephelai was barely aware of his thoughts or desires as he lead her.  She was a creature of magic and light and was used to frolicking with the sprightly Pan and his flute, which lead her to follow innocently into the most beautiful places.  It never occurred to her that this place might be a little darker and instead of the butterfly and flower-bloated glade and quaint cottage that she was currently being introduced, that this could be a darker and more sinister castle of dank cave with stalagmites.  Her feet, however, fell silently upon a very clean and polished tile that was cool but not cold and not at all dusty given the length of time her playmate had been away.  These things held little magic for Caer'tais as she was used to the enchanted way of things and thought little of it.  However, the prick of magic that fell over her skin lusciously as though she was walking under a weak waterfall as they passed through the threshold, well that did give the back of her mind a little, tiny red flag.<br/><br/>The smell was new as she was not one to wander aimlessly in libraries.  And the sight of leather bound histories of all peoples intrigued her.  She was already stepping forward, led by that dangerous curiosity, and padding quietly across the floor toward one while her periphery took in the rest of the establishment.  The subdued amethyst eyes now glittering with a form of topaz fell upon one book in particular that was rather worn while the drying silk dress slacked it's grip on her form but still tried to kiss it with relish as she held no undergarments.  She pulled the book and tentative fingers brushed along it's worn pages with a gentleness of a lover.  She only looked up when his deep voice responded to her question.  And her calm eyes moved to the cosmos.<br/><br/>Her head tilted in an expression of not understanding.  "If they know all of your hideouts, perhaps I should take you to Olympus?"  It was an innocent enough question and while she had no emotional ties to him at all, curiosity was ever the killing thing for a cat and she was most definitely feline.<br/><br/>She'd watched him with those same soft eyes and the way his ass cheeks flexed as he moved down the hall and into a room. She was deeply ensconced in the history book when he began moving back up the hall in his robe.  She too was used to a certain level of nudity and it bothered her not, though she was thankful for his modesty as the sensitive pads of her fingers searched the crevices of the leather delicately while her eyes watched the way the robe gripped his thighs and full chest.  A curtain of silver fell over her shoulder and down her breasts as his deep baritone sprang forth once more and as he spoke, a deep and mysterious smile awoke upon her angular features as cool and enigmatic as the deep seas.<br/><br/>"Perhaps it is unwise to choose my price as of yet, Tayvan Frey ... "