Cliff Face - House of Dawn

“I don’t think your running in front of the horse. It sounds more like you arnt sure what you want exactly yet. Maybe figure out what your hard limits are and go from there.” She looks down at her, a worried look on her face.

“Your freezing. Lets head into the house and get you some muller wine or something warm to drink.”

Key barks out a laugh as she walks into the kitchen. She grabs a bottle of wine, a glass, and a handful of spices. She pour a glass then empties the rest of the wine in the empty pot over the fire and dumps the spices in with her other hand. She hands her the glass of wine she poured and leans against the fireplace to watch over her pot.

“Your deflecting. But if you really want to know Anglerond and I are pretty traditional when it comes to sex. I think we are in the same boat as far as wearing out our partners though.” She stirs her pot and looks up at Rabbits wine glass.

“I think that if you told Luke that the two of you could find a way for you to be his focus and for him to satisfy his appetites as well. Maybe if you told him that he could have as much sex as he wants elsewhere as long as he came home to you at night?” She stirs again then continues.

“You will never disappoint me. Ever. I love you no matter what.” She looks up and meets her eyes to make sure Rabbit gets the point.

Key balances the wooden spoon on the rim of the pot. She turns to Rabbit her expression grim and serious.

“I promise to do exactly what the situation warrants. I don’t ever think you could fall like that. You have to much heart to fall like he did.” She kisses her gently on the forehead and with a sisterly smile picks up her spoon again.

“You and Luke will work all this out. Sounds like you just need to give it time. Maybe you are trying to put the cart before the horse.” She lets out a weary sigh.

“Im not sure where Anglerond is. But I think he would have a lot to say about my going out. I gave him a bit more power to do so. I made him officially my Royal Consort and gave him the title of High Lord.”

Key looks over at Rabbit with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t plan on handing out that type of power over me. That being said, if Anglerond expresses concerns I wouldn’t be a very good partner if I blew them off. I don’t plan on getting drunk or high.” She shrugs and goes back to her pot.

Key’s mouth lifts at the corner and she moves the pot to the edge of the fire to keep warm. She takes the glass from Rabbit and dumps it into the pot and refills her glass with the steaming liquid. She looks up and around the room then back to Rabbit blinking.

“I hadn’t noticed, but then again my idea of lavish accommodations is a clean cot in a monastery. This is all way more than I imagined.” She smiles and checks the cleanliness of a work station before popping onto it to sit.

“I will let you get me drunk... exactly once... and your not allowed to tease me about what happens after.”

Key smiles warmly. The wine conjuring fond memories.

“I used to make it in the monastery for some of the other monks. It was the first thing I learned to make on my own. It was winter when I first started there and the warmth would keep you warm for a bit. Cooking it takes out a bit of the alcohol. Or so Ive been told. Are you warmer?”

“To bed, yes, to a fight no. Are there pants and socks in that bag. You’d warm up faster if your feet were covered.”