<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">She lay full upon his breastplate to receive his soft, sweet tender lips, and for a moment wished it were not there to impede her ability to feel his muscular torso against her breasts. She held the kiss for its full duration, basking in the tenderness of their first, and her head swam for an instant, melting her body to where it now lay. His vow seemed a bit of over acting, but she knew what he was and that his convictions were true, despite its fairy tale rhetoric. When their lips finally parted she steadied herself with her hand against his breastplate once again, stepping away once she felt stable enough to do so. </span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"> </span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">“You, Sir Kye, are going to be quite a handful it seems”, she said with a cat like grin, which could have been interpreted many ways. She took his arm with her hand and allowed him to complete his escort duties to the Order’s spacious and regal stables. There she located her gear, brought down by a squire she guessed, since they were told to pack and leave it at their dorm doorway, as they went to attend the meeting. She grabbed the sack and left the crossbow, quiver, and quarterstaff on the ground, and purred her request to Kye, “Please take charge of overseeing that our horses are readied properly, wouldn’t want to break my neck from a poorly strapped saddle. Oh, and see that we have everything we need for our trip, no luxuries though, I like to travel light.” She moved behind a wooden partition and draped her thin robe over it, as she changed into her riding outfit.</span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"> </span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"> She stared at her meager belongings, selecting the trousers and the short hooded riding cloak to put on, the dark material was preferred for concealment and it didn’t scream wizard to anyone who might observe her with malicious intent. Crysalis would curl up in the hood when he became too lazy to cling about her neck; he nearly disliked riding as much as she did. Not that she didn’t look great on a horse or was capable enough of a rider, but just it seemed such a comical sight to behold that a feline rode upon another beast. K’risti slung the scroll case and water skins over her shoulder and double checked her pouches, removed and replaced the knife in its sheath to check its draw, then began to brush her hair with her little brush. </span></em></span>