<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d7/fa/4d/d7fa4db7d7ea74deb4ef3b410de57d0a.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Conri</strong><br/><strong><em>The Forgotten One</em></strong></span></div></div>The fae divided his attention among the two once he was settled, eyes shifting between Gregor’s contemplative features and Liadian’s perusing, remaining ever watchful.  He was curious what the man would do now that his wrists were unbound and his captor was seated comfortably, not trusting that the man would remain as passive as he seemed.  Humans were often impulsive, silly creatures, and refused to accept when they were defeated.  All logic would point him toward the only possible conclusion, and yet there was still fight in the man.  It could be seen in those coiled muscles and the strain in his jaw; he was not pleased by present company.  Should have thought of that before he stalked<em>his</em>Lia into his realm.<br/><br/>As if prompted, Conri shifted his gaze to his apprentice, allowing the man to sort through his thoughts… so long as they remained<em>only</em>thoughts.<br/><br/>She filled her plate with the foods he knew she enjoyed and took her place at his right.  A strawberry was brought to her lips, and the juice of the ripe fruit peeked at the corner of her mouth; had he trusted his restraint, he would have reached for her and tasted the fruit from her.  He had not yet finished reveling in the sight of her, of her nearness, after her absence, and knew that if he dared to take anything beyond a chaste kiss, she would end up spread on the table as his own personal feast.  It would likely be more than what Gregor had bargained for as far as his tutelage was concerned.<br/><br/>Liadian addressed the man, and Conri nodded in agreement, also adding,<strong>“you are free to go with or without, but I assure you it would be a regret not to try the dishes my servants worked hard to prepare.”</strong>He sipped his wine and returned his gaze back to the beauty at his side.<strong>“You have a knack for banishing the clouds; that is the easy part.  Now you will need to learn to draw them in, which is twice as difficult.  We will start in the morning after you have had decent rest, and we will make sure to pace you correctly.  I cannot have you become bone-weary like last time.”</strong>Although he did cherish the memory of holding her in his arms as he carried her to her room.<br/><br/>Dark eyes dropped to her plate, and he reached over to steal one of her strawberries, needing to taste it for himself.  Even if they were grown in his land, they somehow always tasted better after she’d claimed them.  So, with an unapologetic smile that could arguably be termed sinful, he tore into the fruit with his subtly pointed fangs.<strong>“Ah, delicious my dear.  Wouldn’t you say?”</strong>He popped the rest into his mouth, stem and all, and as he chewed he swiped the back of his hand against his chin to get rid of the juice.<br/><br/><strong>“We still do not know your name,”</strong>he looked over to Gregor,<strong>“what is it you are called in the mortal realm?  Do try not to tempt my ire by lying.”</strong>