<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Eljin tilted his head as she pressed up against his own body. It had been a few months possibly longer since he allowed himself the time to enjoy the touches and graces of a woman. He didn't view them as worth him time unless they had something of value that he could gain. Most women of his kind and of the region lingered around hoping to catch his eye in one way or another. Not that he ever gave them what they desired. Too many simply desired to become something more than he was prepared to offer at the moment. Her hands were surprisingly lithe against his abdomen. The scent he caught was something he couldn't place the warmth of her pressed against his back certainly caused him to be reluctant to let her slide off his mount. <br/>
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When she called for the large winged beast she called a mount he couldn't help but grin at the pure pleasure of seeing her interact with the great creature. He never had the pleasure of flying but had thought about attempting it once before he passed on from this realm into the great quiet. The way it clipped its large beak as it looked him and his steed over made him study the creature more than the woman for a moment. He was sure it would be happy as his herd wasn't skittish of odd beasts. Often they would share pasture land with many odd beasts. Her words drew him from his thoughts.<br/>
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"They mean well but I'm simply not ready for what they want of me," He shrugged, "My family tends to be a bit eccentric at best. I have no wife as the right woman hasn't come along. Being tame isn't part of the game. You can't ask your mount to be tame while you yourself do savage things." <br/>
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The Prince wasn't good with words most of the time. He preferred to let his actions speak for him in most cases, "I'm sure there's a bath drawn already. You are welcome to use it first. I'm sure you already know who I am," He began as he stepped inside the yurt, "I am the unlucky fifth son, Eljin. I wouldn't bother calling me prince or any fancy title that should be saved for the first and second born sons. They are the ones that will take my mother's place when she decides to give it up." <br/>
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A hot bath sat to the back end of the yurt warm steam drifted up from it lazily. In front of it a wooden screen made of woven reeds held in a wooden frame offered a hit of privacy to it. A pile of linens sat on a short table while another held a few soaps and oils. The rest of the large structure was comfortably put together. A large pallet covered in furs, blankets, sheets of silk and pillows marked his bed while a low table with many pillows around it gave an idea of a sitting room. A pitcher of wine and a platter of fruits and cheese sat in the middle of the table. Oil laps hung here and there casting a soft orange glow on things. <br/>
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"Do you need a change of clothing as well? I can see if one of the herd members has something to spare as I'm sure anything i have wouldn't fit you," He gave her a playful wink. To see her in his clothing would have been a private pleasure for him alone he had decided when she expressed slight interest in his earlier playful comment about biting. <br/>
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