Post by Chrystal Kaleigh on Aug 30, 2006 16:46:47 GMT -5
Years earlier…
Slowly, she pushed through the large doors of the Archmage’s chambers, the wooden heels of her strappy-shoes clicking against the cool marble floor. She felt nothing less than akward wearing them, but Genise refused to let the warrior take her son for testing without dressing to kill; in a totally different manner than armors were meant for.
Brayden’s eyes rose slightly to settle upon the easy to admire form of Chryste, and then widened a bit, taken aback by the form that most never saw beneath her armors. Genise’s thoughts of style were amazing, especially when projected onto the famed arena-combat champion.
Enhancing her best features; the slit of the thigh, the tight waist, and very tight backside, the low cut, and dark red colors, she was nothing but short of godly in his vision this day.
“Lord Brayden,” she quietly began their conversation, closing the door behind her as she awkwardly walked on the heels. “Sorry for my lateness, Jacob is with his nanny, downstairs. Can’t… Well, you know, the curse and all, have to keep him at distance for the most part.”
“Right, please have a seat, Chrystal, and I guess it’d be a waste of my time to ask to just be called Brayden?”
Chryste actually laughed. “The best I can do is Lord Bray, I’m afraid.” And followed her statement with another chuckle as she settled into the chair, awkwardly crossing her legs, and pushing aside the crimson shock of hair before her eyes.
It was pretty obvious she had had a drink, more than likely cherry grog, considering the laugh. Brayden didn’t mind though, he wanted a conversation today, not a fight with the proud woman and her biting tones.
“Hmm, Lord Bray is fine, so long as I can call you Chrys.” He winked lightly, his own lips curling into a smile as she nodded, and then smiled. “And you think Jacob should become a battlemage then, or at least serve a term for training?”
“Well…… Not really a -battle- mage, just… something safe.”
The two shared another light laugh, and Brayden watched as she wiped a forming bead of sweat from her brow. Her life since entering the arenas had been nothing but pleasing the crowds, and yet, in the simplest of conversations, she would still lose her nerves it seemed. A shame, indeed, considering they seemed to hit it off so well, and since she was the only one to visit him in the time since the loss of his loved one.
“Yes, something safe; I could definitely put him in such a position, Chrys. Of course, if he does test able.”
Chryste nodded, still smiling a bit. “Well, Hal tested him back when he and I were….. together… And well, he said Jacob was very able. He’s getting older now though, and I figure it best to give him his try, before he’s too old.”
“Hmm, yes, Halaster.” Brayden spoke flatly, before quickly changing his tone and continuing on. “We’ll have him properly tested, and assigned accordingly, but I’m sure, if he’s even half as competent as his mother, he’ll be a star pupil in the Academy.”
“Thank you…” Chryste spoke soft, and smile just as soft, a faint blush coming to those dark-tanned cheeks. Brayden sat quietly for a moment, eyeing her, before suddenly shrugging, and taking a chance upon friendship.
“You’re welcome, Chrys, and look; I was thinking maybe we could discuss the results of his testing later, perhaps over a casual dinner or something?
Chryste blinked several times, taken off-balance by the offer. The closest thing she ever got to such in recent times was sex proposals from snotty nobles who wanted her to manhandle them behind closed doors, as she did her opponents in the ring.
Brayden kind of caught onto that thought, and cleared his throat.
“I mean, you know… Just as fri…”
“Sure! Heh…” Chryste cut him off with a timidly-spoke response, nodding her head in affirmation. “I..would like that, Lord Bray.”
“Excellent then… I’ll be sending a carriage by come sundown.”
Chryste blinked, unsure really of how to respond to that, but it’d be fine with her, less walking, and a rather gentlemanly measure. Inclining her head, she slowly rose to her feet and turned to walk out. Brayden really didn’t mean to admire her form, it’s just that he was a man, and a normal human being; anyone who wouldn’t have might just have problems. Snapping from his brief moment, he cleared his throat, getting her attention.
“Please… Wear that outfit tonight, it suits you almost as well as your armors.”
Chryste smiled, dipping her head in a simple nod. “I will…”
Brayden returned the nod, settling back into his seat as she walked away, chewing on her lower lip. He wasn’t sure why the flirt came out in him today, but it felt kind of good. After all, they had both had relationship hard times, maybe at the least, a great friendship could blossom, since she did genuinely seem to care for his well-being.
Slowly, she pushed through the large doors of the Archmage’s chambers, the wooden heels of her strappy-shoes clicking against the cool marble floor. She felt nothing less than akward wearing them, but Genise refused to let the warrior take her son for testing without dressing to kill; in a totally different manner than armors were meant for.
Brayden’s eyes rose slightly to settle upon the easy to admire form of Chryste, and then widened a bit, taken aback by the form that most never saw beneath her armors. Genise’s thoughts of style were amazing, especially when projected onto the famed arena-combat champion.
Enhancing her best features; the slit of the thigh, the tight waist, and very tight backside, the low cut, and dark red colors, she was nothing but short of godly in his vision this day.
“Lord Brayden,” she quietly began their conversation, closing the door behind her as she awkwardly walked on the heels. “Sorry for my lateness, Jacob is with his nanny, downstairs. Can’t… Well, you know, the curse and all, have to keep him at distance for the most part.”
“Right, please have a seat, Chrystal, and I guess it’d be a waste of my time to ask to just be called Brayden?”
Chryste actually laughed. “The best I can do is Lord Bray, I’m afraid.” And followed her statement with another chuckle as she settled into the chair, awkwardly crossing her legs, and pushing aside the crimson shock of hair before her eyes.
It was pretty obvious she had had a drink, more than likely cherry grog, considering the laugh. Brayden didn’t mind though, he wanted a conversation today, not a fight with the proud woman and her biting tones.
“Hmm, Lord Bray is fine, so long as I can call you Chrys.” He winked lightly, his own lips curling into a smile as she nodded, and then smiled. “And you think Jacob should become a battlemage then, or at least serve a term for training?”
“Well…… Not really a -battle- mage, just… something safe.”
The two shared another light laugh, and Brayden watched as she wiped a forming bead of sweat from her brow. Her life since entering the arenas had been nothing but pleasing the crowds, and yet, in the simplest of conversations, she would still lose her nerves it seemed. A shame, indeed, considering they seemed to hit it off so well, and since she was the only one to visit him in the time since the loss of his loved one.
“Yes, something safe; I could definitely put him in such a position, Chrys. Of course, if he does test able.”
Chryste nodded, still smiling a bit. “Well, Hal tested him back when he and I were….. together… And well, he said Jacob was very able. He’s getting older now though, and I figure it best to give him his try, before he’s too old.”
“Hmm, yes, Halaster.” Brayden spoke flatly, before quickly changing his tone and continuing on. “We’ll have him properly tested, and assigned accordingly, but I’m sure, if he’s even half as competent as his mother, he’ll be a star pupil in the Academy.”
“Thank you…” Chryste spoke soft, and smile just as soft, a faint blush coming to those dark-tanned cheeks. Brayden sat quietly for a moment, eyeing her, before suddenly shrugging, and taking a chance upon friendship.
“You’re welcome, Chrys, and look; I was thinking maybe we could discuss the results of his testing later, perhaps over a casual dinner or something?
Chryste blinked several times, taken off-balance by the offer. The closest thing she ever got to such in recent times was sex proposals from snotty nobles who wanted her to manhandle them behind closed doors, as she did her opponents in the ring.
Brayden kind of caught onto that thought, and cleared his throat.
“I mean, you know… Just as fri…”
“Sure! Heh…” Chryste cut him off with a timidly-spoke response, nodding her head in affirmation. “I..would like that, Lord Bray.”
“Excellent then… I’ll be sending a carriage by come sundown.”
Chryste blinked, unsure really of how to respond to that, but it’d be fine with her, less walking, and a rather gentlemanly measure. Inclining her head, she slowly rose to her feet and turned to walk out. Brayden really didn’t mean to admire her form, it’s just that he was a man, and a normal human being; anyone who wouldn’t have might just have problems. Snapping from his brief moment, he cleared his throat, getting her attention.
“Please… Wear that outfit tonight, it suits you almost as well as your armors.”
Chryste smiled, dipping her head in a simple nod. “I will…”
Brayden returned the nod, settling back into his seat as she walked away, chewing on her lower lip. He wasn’t sure why the flirt came out in him today, but it felt kind of good. After all, they had both had relationship hard times, maybe at the least, a great friendship could blossom, since she did genuinely seem to care for his well-being.
