[D1 LE] A Little Taste of Home CLOSED

[Kaliya Redding]

The pavilion tent was well-appointed, most of the space given to a bed and dressing area behind a curtain. To one side was a table with two chairs, and to the other piles of cushions provided a place to lounge in comfort. The floor was laid with woven mats and rugs over that, and there was a firepit that crackled with flame.

Over the fire, Kaliya had prepared a water bath to mull the wine; she'd already selected the spices and herbs she intended to use, all she needed now was the wine and her guest. Two lanterns provided illumination, they had been turned down low, and their orange glow brought to mind the desert sunset, it seemed fitting.

She had already changed out of the alluring, but dirtied dress she had worn during the day, and was now wearing a full-length silk bedrobe over something white with a hem that brushed the floor. Her feet were bare.

[Davelyn Sand]

Davelyn entered into the pavilion and looked to Kaliya with a pleasant smile. He had a bottle of Dornish red in hand. Further strengthening the idea that he was one for directness, he closed the flap behind him walked to her, placed the bottle nearby, and gave her a greeting kiss on the cheek. "Good evening Kaliya."

[Kaliya Redding]

With a warm chuckle, Kaliya kissed Davelyn on both cheeks, "good evening, Davelyn, I trrust yourr evening has been a pleasant one?" This close, it is apparent that she is wearing a different scent to the one she had earlier that day. This fragrance was indulgent, floral and spicy, with notes of cinnamon and saffron and myrrh.

[Davelyn Sand]

"It has. The cool air feels nice to me. Perhaps I've been too far north for too long?" he says with a chuckle. "And yours? I hope that it is going well?"

With her presence, he seemed to be reminded of home a great deal. His accent becoming a bit more thick and his body language a bit more Dornish. He likely didn't even notice it.

He moved to a nearby seat and sat down, relaxing.

[Kaliya Redding]

Picking up the wine bottle, Kaliya moved to the firepit, carefully measuring two generous cups and adding the herbs and spices. She stays nearby, watching the wine as it warmed, taking care that it doesn't heat too quickly, but she is able to give the majority of her attention to the attractive young man in her company.

She clucked her tongue in teasing disapproval, "no, I am like a Dorrnish Irris, the cold and the damp simply do not agrree with me. But yes, it has been a pleasant evening, and it is imprroving with each passing moment."

[Davelyn Sand]

"Well, if the cool disagrees with you I'll have to make sure and keep you warm," Davelyn replies with a smirk. "It's the least I can do since you are being so generous a host."

[Kaliya Redding]

"Then I hope the evening turrns quite chill, indeed," she purred with a smile. Stirring the wine, Kaliya tested the temperature with her pinky before straining it into a pair of goblets. Though the coast wasn't quite so changeable, nights in the desert could turn cold very quickly and her mulled wine was flavoured with spice and hot pepper seeds. It wouldn't quite sear the lips off those she still thought of as "northerners", striking a balance between heat and flavour, but it was enough to bring a light sweat to the brow.

She placed the cups on the table and seated herself. Her robe, a rich ivory-cream colour that made her golden skin glow - or was that the tones from the fire? - barely shifted as she relaxed back in her chair, though the skirt of what she was wearing beneath rustled softly against the silk. "Guests firrst," Kaliya invited, "I hope my skills haven't grown rrusty overr the yearrs, I should hate not to do justice to a fine wine all the way frrom home."

[Davelyn Sand]

Davelyn nods, and takes the cup in hand, sipping it gently and allowing the flavor to wash over his tongue. After a moment he looks to her with a happy smile. "Wonderful. Thank you."

He lifts his cup for a little toast. "To a little taste of home in a distant land."

[Kaliya Redding]

She inhales the rich aroma of the warm wine, letting it fill her senses. "To home, and to tasting pleasurre," Kaliya answered and as she drinks, her dark eyes are taking their fill of Davelyn's handsome features. Suddenly, she doesn't feel so homesick, tonight she was home, a little sliver of Dorne contained within the canvas walls of her pavilion, and she drinks more deeply, letting the familiar flavours wash over her.

[Davelyn Sand]

He drinks again as he takes in the features of Kaliya's face. "It's so difficult to hear you from all the way over there. Join me over here?" he asks, holding his hand out to offer his far more comfortable lap as a seat.

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya got lightly to her feet and circled the small table, goblet in hand. She accepted his offer without hesitation, her expression clearly showing her approval at his directness. Dropping easily into his lap, "if I speak too softly, only say, I think I could get a little closerr," she purred quietly. The scent of her perfume mingles with the aroma of the wine, complimenting each other, each enhancing the other.

[Davelyn Sand]

When she sits with him, his free hand goes to her waist. He takes a deep drink from his cup as he leans in to take in the scent of her perfume from her neck, placing a small kiss on her nape. "Thank you. I can hear you much better now milady."

[Kaliya Redding]

The silk of her robe was soft and smooth to the touch, and the thin fabric did nothing to hide the shape of her under his hand. After the dress she wore that day, the robe might seem strangely modest, covering her from neck to ankle. "Good," she purred, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Kaliya easily drained her goblet, carelessly placing on the table behind her. It almost tipped over, though it's unlikely she would have noticed if it had. Her dark eyes were focused on Davelyn, their dark depths are unfathomable. Both hands found their way to his shapely jaw, tilting his face to hers. She closes the small distance remaining between them until it is almost nothing, "I should hate forr you to miss a thing."

[Davelyn Sand]

As he leaned forward to set his own goblet on the table, their lips met. His drinking hand moves to her head has he leans back in the chair, pulling her with him to keep the kiss going for a bit longer. Eventually their lips parted and he whispered to her, his accent full in the moment. "To miss even a second with you would be terrible."

[Kaliya Redding]

She straightened a little, admiring him as she caressed the shape of his jaw, just savouring his handsome features. Kaliya licked her lips and fancied that she could taste him there along with the wine, purring and closing on him once more. Her fingers pushed into his hair as their lips met, firm and passionate.

[Davelyn Sand]

Her warmth against his was welcome. His hands rested on her, fingertips drawing small shapes on her robe. "You are beautiful Kaliya," he whispers to her. "But we both know that. What else can you show me?"

[Kaliya Redding]

"A grreat many things," she promised, "but firrst," her hands went to the fastenings of his shirt, confident and sure as she undoes the garment, pushing it open to display his chest.

[Davelyn Sand]

His bare chest reveals smooth, dark skin that has been peppered with a few scars. Likely not from sparring. He was likely more experienced with combat than women.

It was clear he was honest with her before, because at this point he seemed mostly to follow her lead. He wanted her, and it was clear from his eyes and body language, but she could tell she was in control.

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya got to her feet and offered Davelyn her hand, "shall we begin?"

/ftb

[Davelyn Sand]

Standing to join her, he follows her lead. "I'm ready to learn from you. I'm simple, but you are likely far more complex." His smile and manner tell her all she needs to know that he was an eager student.

/ftb