Wenn & Wolf Tales

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Poet and Wenn after Wenn Quest

Session Start: Tue Sep 30 1997
*** Now talking in #WolfKeep

* SirPoet steps softly into the Great Hall of the Keep
* Wenndolyne smiles to Sir Poet
* SirPoet smiles to Wenndolyne and bows
<SirPoet> Greetings M'lady Wenndolyne
* Wenndolyne curtsies to SirPoet
<Wenndolyne> I hope you are finding the Keep comfortable Poet
<SirPoet> Yes, Wenndolyne. Tis good to be home once more...of sorts
* SirPoet looks at Wenn a moment, tilting his head to the side
<SirPoet> Wenn...
<Wenndolyne> Yes, Poet
* Wenndolyne arches a brow
* SirPoet looks away and asks in what he hopes is a neutral voice
<SirPoet> Are you happy?
<Wenndolyne> Yes, my Poet... I am very happy
* Wenndolyne 's voice is not enthusiastic tho
* SirPoet looks to her, his eyes meeting hers for a moment before sliding away again
* SirPoet takes a step toward her, pausing, unsure
* Wenndolyne tips her head to catch his gaze again and extends her hand to his
* SirPoet reaches out, his finger tips brushing hers as he slips his hand in hers
* SirPoet looks to her sapphire eyes once again
<SirPoet> If you're happy......
* SirPoet trails off, leaving it unfinished
* Wenndolyne squeezes his hand
<SirPoet> I thought of you always
* Wenndolyne looks into his eyes, searching "Poet?"
* SirPoet looks away again
* SirPoet turn back to her
* Wenndolyne swallows hard "Do you... do you still..."
* Wenndolyne cannot finish the question
* SirPoet waits for her to finish, knowing the question but needing to hear it
* Wenndolyne looks at their hands clasped together
<Wenndolyne> Do you still love me?
* SirPoet looks to her hands and then to her eyes
* SirPoet swallows
<SirPoet> I...I never stopped
* Wenndolyne gazes at him again her eyes growing moist. As she slowly closes her eyes, a tear slips out.
* Wenndolyne nods slowly
* SirPoet hesitates then reaches up and brushes the tear away with the back of his fingers, caressing her cheek in the process
* Wenndolyne leans into his touch
* SirPoet turns his hand so that his palm cups her smooth milky cheek
<SirPoet> Oh Wenn......what have I done?
* Wenndolyne speaks with her eyes still closed "The right thing"
* SirPoet shakes his head, "if it is the right thing, Love...then why does it hurt so?"
* SirPoet slowly moves his hand, his fingers slipping into her soft hair
* Wenndolyne shakes her head slowly against his hand and opens her tear-filled eyes
<Wenndolyne> I care deeply for you, still...
* Wenndolyne bites her upper lip before continuing
<Wenndolyne> But...
* SirPoet nods, his eyes spilling forth a tear to match hers
* Wenndolyne places her hand along his, pressing it to her face
<Wenndolyne> I love Wolf with all that I am
* Wenndolyne looks down and sobs quietly
* SirPoet listens to her words, his bottom lip quivering as each word burns into his heart as if a blade did stab him onto death
<Wenndolyne> ((oohh you are cruel ;) ))
-SirPoet- .4**Wolfie Op's** slightly dramamtic...but then Poet always was
<SirPoet> (hehehe)
<Wenndolyne> ((I love it, you know I do))
<SirPoet> ( I hope so)
<Wenndolyne> I would not... hurt you... for the world...
<Wenndolyne> my Poet
* SirPoet takes a deep breath, "I..I understand, Wenndolyne"
<SirPoet> I shall.....
<SirPoet> always be thy Poet.
* Wenndolyne looks up, sniffling and falls in to hug him
* SirPoet hesitates a moment then clings to her in a hug
<Wenndolyne> I wish all the best for you... all the best
<SirPoet> I love you Wenndolyne of Flaxley
<SirPoet> and always shall.
* SirPoet steps back from her, his arm falling limply to his side
* SirPoet slowly releases her hand from his, thier finger tips the last to part
* Wenndolyne looks at their hands as they separate as if in slow motion
* Wenndolyne 's hand reaches up toward his face but stops and she draws it back again
* SirPoet slowly lowers his hand to his side then bends down and picks up his satchel and shoulders it
* SirPoet looks to Wenn, his eyes red and watery
<Wenndolyne> Please... please don't leave
<SirPoet> I wish you and Wolf happiness and the lad Simon as well.
* Wenndolyne puts a hand out and presses it to Poet's chest
* SirPoet looks about the Keep and the great hall, his eyes returning to her at last
<Wenndolyne> You cannot go again
<SirPoet> This..is not home.
* SirPoet smiles softly as he did of old
<SirPoet> Camelot is home, I think and it is there I shall stay.
* Wenndolyne manages half a smile and sighs relief, her shoulders relaxing a bit
* SirPoet does not need to mention it would be to hard to remain within these walls with her
<Wenndolyne> Oh, I was so afraid you meant to leave as before
* SirPoet turns and walks to the Door of the Keep, slipping a beautiful Harp from within his satchel
* Wenndolyne watches him closely, every detail of him
<SirPoet> Leave? Nae, I have just returned....it will be a time before the wanderlust takes me hence again.
* Wenndolyne completes her half smile and wipes tears from her cheeks
* SirPoet gently runs his fingers over the harp strings, almost lovingly and smiles softly at the soft enchanter sound that replies to his gentle touch
<Wenndolyne> Tis good to hear you will be with us Poet
<SirPoet> Till then, you will know where to find me...should you have.. need of me.
<SirPoet> tis good to be home again, Wenndolyne
* Wenndolyne bites her lip again and nods
<Wenndolyne> .Tis so good to have you back, my... my Poet
* SirPoet opens the doors and steps out as his fingers strike up a sorrowful song of love lost, his voice, full and sweet floats back to her on the breeze as he makes his way to Camelot...to his home.
* Wenndolyne stands in the doorway watching him go, listening longer than he might ever suspect she could

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