<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/c4/99/6f/c4996f9f2ea069dc7a9698fdd48040f9.jpg)<div align="center"><strong><em>Liadian o'Braonán </em></strong></div></div>When the air took weight, a power forming as the leaves rustled and the earth itself made a low sound Liadian found herself recalling when she had made her own vow to the ancient one. The weight had been there, and the feeling of the power of the earth itself wrapping around her, but so too had been birdsong and a burst of light, a sense of safety filling her even as their hands had shook in accord. It seemed Conri saw little reason to sweeten the pact struck between he and the stranger, which did appease the more protective side of Liadian's nature that had in the past only surfaced with her younger siblings.<br/><br/>Would her Lord chuckle to know she, his student, a mortal human, would seek to protect him with all that she was? The redhead's chin lowered a touch, head tilted as she contemplated the  notion only to dismiss it for even if he did chuckle it would be affectionately. And then no doubt do some magic that left her reeling and aware of who was the teacher and who was pupil.<br/><br/>Conri's voice drew her attention back to he and his newest acquisition, watching with compressed lips as he helped the golden haired stranger to his feet with none too kind hands, and vines still circled about his wrists. Was that to appease her, with her distrust? The maiden gave a shrug, realizing regardless she was grateful for him still remaining at least somewhat restrained.<br/><br/>His attention now on her, his fingers caressing up her jaw and into her hair made the presence of the interloper fade from her thoughts. Those sharp tipped claws could have so easily maimed her, yet she nuzzled into the touch. For when Conri touched her, gazed at her with those knowing eyes, the rest of the world faded. No resistance did she offer when he canted her head back, her green eyes meeting his amber one, and her lips curved into a smile as he hinted at what he might wish to partake of. Her maidenhood was a quality for marriage among her people, yet Liadian had no wish to surrender herself to anything other than his dark mastery. His kiss was gentle, teasing, and in that it was cruel for he knew how hotly her passions burned, knew the depth of what she would offer and yet he resisted, kept them both upon the knives edge of desire.<br/><br/>"As you wish." Her words were soft, a flush of want prompting a lovely pink to sweep her cheeks as she accepted his hand to walk at his side. When he laughed her breath skipped, for she could feel the power behind it, the teasing slid against her skin, the way it seemed to coil within her and make the embers of desire fan hotter. Distraction, he wished to keep her from worry, yet the lass was not sure she wished to resist his gift, beguiling as it was.<br/><br/>A glance went to the man who had stalked her here, his hair the hue of dragon's gold and near as long as her own, his figure broader than Conri's, though slightly less imposing, rather more solid. Earthy. There was no denying he was a handsome man, for all his scowling and cursing of her mentor. Was that part of why Conri allowed him to yet live? Liadian leaned closer into Conri, drawing comfort from his nearness and to try and appease the hunger he had woken in her for something that was not the feast that would be awaiting them. The wolves stalked around them, their coats gleaming in the morning sunlight and their movements akin to a dance; could the stranger see the beauty of them, predators as they were, or simply see yet another thing that refused to answer to his God, and thus were unworthy?<br/>