[D4 LA] From One River to Another

[Walder Rivers]

"Sounds like a wonderful plan. He agreed.

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya had both of her hands holding one of his again, and she squeezed warmly, "I prromise I shall not keep you waiting long, I am cerrtain I will have a frree evening overrmorrow."

[Walder Rivers]

"It shall be then, then." He nodded.

[Kaliya Redding]

Pleased, Kaliya allowed her attention to settle on the hand she was holding. Few things in the world earnt her disdain quite like the soft hands of noblemen who thought themselves above such things as hunting and riding and sparring. Soft hands were for women, men's hands should tell the story of where they had been.

[Walder Rivers]

Walder's hands were large, like a bear's paws. On them was traced a story of hardship and death in the many scars criss crossing the hands. The skin was hard and calloused, beaten into the cold form of iron required to survive the wastes of the North.

[Kaliya Redding]

Enamoured with the sheer size of those paws, their obvious strength, she caressed the hardened and calloused skin. She traced the scars and pronounced veins, the cords of the tendons that pulled beneath the skin. She felt no need to speak, her mood restive and peaceful.