Posted 16 June 2018 - 07:22 PM
He laid on his back for several moments before he decided to get out of the bed. A few moments were taken in the fresher to refesh himself, and grabbing a towel he simply wrapped it around his waste. As agreed since the shirt had stopped smelling of Katrine, it was hers wear, sleep with, or to simply smell when she wished. Whatever she decided to do with the shirt was not his concern until it was his again.
For his part, Gerwald went back to the books. His mind still wondering about what Katrine had asked. Could it be that Lechner’s were not always using that name? It spured another thought. Was there a variant of the name in the books, or at least a family with similar proper names that were common to their family history? It was certainly a question he was going to ask his mother when they returned to Stewjon, amongst a great many questions.
He still had to read aloud. It was a skill he was not good with. Gerwald could kill better than he could read. Each word was one he had to work at, and so the process for him was slow. His caste was not well educated. They farmer or they fought. What reason was there to give them access to the same education as those who were above them. Ger had been learning so much, and he knew the more he read the better he would become. That was partly why he was back at it with the books.
Frustrated with the pace, he shut the book rather loudly and cursed. His hands went to his forehead where he had been sitting with them, and elbows on the desk where he’d set up. Perhaps he needed to ask Katrine to work her magic, literally. Ger wanted to know, he wanted to find where they fit. He wanted to see what line was going to be mixed with the Van-Dervelds. Yes, he’d been reading about what inbreeding had done to the Lupines. This was another chance. It was an odd thought, but with Gerwald and Katrine came an opportunity to strengthen their species once again.
The thought, no matter how logical or not, brought a smile to his face, as did the familiar scent of the blonde who he was with.
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Posted Yesterday, 03:06 AM
Katrine had stayed, stirring after a bit and stretching herself as she lay down. She was aware how to large bed had suddenly become vacant, felt the bubble disperse with just the lingering scent. Eyes opened, her gaze staring into the ceiling for a few months before she'd sat up then got off the bed.
On her way to the bathroom, she registered the familiar shade of the shirt on the floor and summoned it to her hands as she walked. A quick shower later, wet hair only partially dried like the rest of her, she slipped into the large piece of clothing. It definitely no longer had her scent, she took in before she'd gone out of the bedroom, into the nearby study where the books were and where Gerwald's scent moved to.
He had refused her idea to use a spell to find his family but the sight of him, forehead in hands and elbows on her desk told her he might have needed it. Katrine moved closer, hands reaching out for his shoulders as she did. "Nothing yet?" she asked gently, sapphire gaze wandering over the books.
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Posted Yesterday, 08:30 PM
Gerwald looked at the pile of books and knew Katrine had been right. She could use his blood to craft a spell to find them, but could he ask her. It was dangerous, he would imagine. Gerwald was no expert in magic by any means, and the Lupine was not familiar with the practice known as Blood Magic, but anything like that had to come at a price. What would the cost be for this?
He sighed at her touch. It was gentle, relaxing, perfect. There was something about it which took all the stress away. His eyes moved to her. She was wearing the sweater which they shared. The sight brought a smile to his face knowing that it would already smell something of her if she took it off. Gerwald craved her scent more than he could have known until he had been without it. He was certain his need to smell it would always bring him back to her, and what was more, he wondered as to why he should ever be rid of it.
”Perhaps I should not have been so hasty to refuse your offer. It may be the only way to save a potential lifetime at the pace I read...”
Gerwald shrugged. It was an admission that he was not as capable as others with the written word. He was strong in other ways, and he knew Katrine did not care that he was an uneducated warrior. Her love for him was evident. He’d felt how deep it was the moment she opened himself to her. There would never be any doubt in his mind that she belonged to him as much as he belonged to her. Feelings were fleeting and fickle, but what they shared was much more than feelings. They were bonded by something which had the potential to become unbreakable.
”I’m guessing you need me to cut myself,” he asked as he willed a blade to his hand with the force.
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Posted Today, 12:23 AM
The short reply told Katrine what she had deduced already. One hand stayed on his shoulder as she moved to his side, looking over the books still. With this blood find, the words began to form in her mind. Maybe he shouldn't have been too hasty to refuse her offer. "I didn't see it as a refusal," Katrine admitted, "more like a postponement." She'd already been through a lot of them. There were even more on Figaro Favoura VII where she'd read with the intent of finding his family name. The name hadn't been there.
He was guessing she needed his blood. "In a moment," Katrine instructed, letting him go as she pulled a small piece of parchment and writing pen, putting down the first line she thought of. In this blood find Lechners written on the pages, Lechners name on the pages, she kept scribbling as the words flew into her mind. Katrine no longer wondered too much how the words came. It only took a small reach towards the Force for the words to flow. Most spells became easier to create in time. "Find the blood, find the name," she muttered as she scribbled the last line and glanced back at him.
"Okay, you can cut yourself," the Witch instructed and waited. "Just a tiny bit." It wouldn't need much. Combination of words with the blood would form plenty of trail for her to use, to find what she needed.