Heavy footsteps thudded and crunched on the autumn leaves, assuring Vervain that indeed Devrum synced his steps with hers, though he allowed her to move ahead of his short, deliberate strides.
He wore only weathered brown pants, thick padded boots attempted to muffle the heft of his strides but did little to shield the sound of his burly frame pressing to the earth. Devrum heard Vervain speak, clearly, but made no attempt to answer her just yet.
Instead he merely stepped behind her quietly, draping his arms around her waist and loosely locking his fingers. His nose buried into the back of her hair as he inhaled deeply the scent of sawdust, and a subtle sweetness she seemed to always carry with her. His eyes closed as he remained taking in her scent in low, growl-like breaths.
He was quiet, appreciative of the brief solace, and in no rush to return to essential duties. "Fields...animals...so eager to get me working. Figure it'll keep me out of trouble?" He quietly spoke with a chuckle. His head would slide to the side of hers, bearded lips tickling her collar bone as he pressed a kiss and squeezed her tighter.
Devrum began walking, still holding Vervain causing her to waddle along with him. "What would we grow? Hm?" It seemed Vai he envisioned all of this even before himself, a fact that pleased him to no end. "Wheat? Bread, ale...bare essentials for survival...potatoes for cooking and brewing of vodka...perhaps a small stables. Modest...in case there are mounts to tame..."
An arm would slide up just under Vervain's as he guided her hand toward a relatively vacant-looking patch of land nearby, surrounded by trees and a shallow creak. "There...perfect for something away...modest...protected. Will take some work and resources...we know enough hands to make it work."
He wore only weathered brown pants, thick padded boots attempted to muffle the heft of his strides but did little to shield the sound of his burly frame pressing to the earth. Devrum heard Vervain speak, clearly, but made no attempt to answer her just yet.
Instead he merely stepped behind her quietly, draping his arms around her waist and loosely locking his fingers. His nose buried into the back of her hair as he inhaled deeply the scent of sawdust, and a subtle sweetness she seemed to always carry with her. His eyes closed as he remained taking in her scent in low, growl-like breaths.
He was quiet, appreciative of the brief solace, and in no rush to return to essential duties. "Fields...animals...so eager to get me working. Figure it'll keep me out of trouble?" He quietly spoke with a chuckle. His head would slide to the side of hers, bearded lips tickling her collar bone as he pressed a kiss and squeezed her tighter.
Devrum began walking, still holding Vervain causing her to waddle along with him. "What would we grow? Hm?" It seemed Vai he envisioned all of this even before himself, a fact that pleased him to no end. "Wheat? Bread, ale...bare essentials for survival...potatoes for cooking and brewing of vodka...perhaps a small stables. Modest...in case there are mounts to tame..."
An arm would slide up just under Vervain's as he guided her hand toward a relatively vacant-looking patch of land nearby, surrounded by trees and a shallow creak. "There...perfect for something away...modest...protected. Will take some work and resources...we know enough hands to make it work."
