Kara's arms circled Hallbjorn's neck and her hands toyed with his long braid. She wished he'd worn it lose, but understood how it was easier to manage when braided. Kara pulled the length over his shoulder, and her fingertips traced the ravens on the band that secured his braid at the end. She felt full of peace and happiness while she sat there surrounded by him. His hands were so large on her back, but the size of them was comforting. Though his body had wrought incredible violence, he was always tender with her.<br/><br/>She tilted her head back to look at him when he told her he couldn't make love to her and why. Now she understood why he'd seemed reluctant to touch her at times. Her smile was tender as she told him, “I trust you not to hurt me, Hallbjorn. But I'm okay with us waiting. Though sometimes I have very powerful urges,” her cheeks blushed at admitting that much, “I don't want to rush anything with you. I'll do my best not to test your limits.”<br/><br/>“How long will it take for me to become fully immortal?” Kara asked, because while she wanted to take things slow, she did not believe that she had such strong control of herself as he did himself.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes and sat still as Hallbjorn dried her tears. “I love pancakes.” Kara told him when he finished dabbing at her tears. “And now I think we can both enjoy the rest of breakfast.”<br/><br/>Loathe as she was to move from his lap, Kara stood and reached across the table to bring his plate closer. She placed it in front of him, then sat down in the chair next to him to finish up her pancakes. Though they weren't piping hot, they were still very good. It did not take her long to finish her stack, then sample the bacon and drink some of the orange juice.<br/><br/>Kara chuckled at her sudden realization. “I don't even know where we are, or what city this is. And I find it does not matter so much now.”<br/><br/>She stood and pressed a kiss to Hallbjorn's cheek. “I want to get dressed, because your outfit is putting me to shame.” Kara winked at him, then went to get ready.<br/><br/>Their clothes had been cleaned and returned, and she grabbed what she wanted to wear before heading into the bathroom. Kara indulged herself into a quick shower, then dried her hair and brushed her teeth. Since Hallbjorn was dressed so nicely, she chose one of her nicer, but not to risqué outfits.<br/><br/>Her dress was a deep wine red and silky soft. Delicate gold was used for the straps that went over her shoulders. She had no idea if it was real gold, but it felt nice and cool against her skin. Only a hint of cleavage showed from the heart shaped bust. The dress reached down to just above her knees in the front, but then the cloth grew longer so that it reached her ankles from the back. She completed her outfit with her knee high, soft leather black boots that had the six inch heels.<br/><br/>After applying a little bit of eyeliner and mascara as well as the cherry lip gloss, she was ready. Kara packed up her things in the bathroom, then stepped out into the bedroom. One of the bellboys must have brought up one of her smaller suitcases. When she put it on the bed and opened, so she could pack her clothes, she found a very large book already inside.<br/><br/>“Hallbjorn?” She called out to him as she picked up the book. It looked ancient but finely made. There was no title on the cover, but on the first page she found T<em>he Book of Lore</em>written in calligraphy.<br/><br/>Kara looked up at Hallbjorn when he came into the room. “Did you give me this?”