Inez frowned at the slumping house, then with a wave of her hand it righted itself. The abode seemed to stand up straighter all on it's own as she squinted at it.
“Come on, then. Right this way, everyone in.” She said as she shooed everyone into the house, herding them like a mother hen with her chicks. “Inside, inside. Into the spider's den, little flies.”
The one room was not large by any means, but neither was it particularly small. It seemed to be able to accommodate anyone it was required to. Somehow there were chairs enough for everyone, though Inez could have had no use for such seating arrangements previously. Each seat was comfortable and worn, but not rich by any means.
Inez directed the men to place Keke on the bed and set about mixing a poultice for her wound.
Keke dreamt strange dreams of a dark man she didn't know...
“You can let go now.”
“I didn't hurt you, did I, my Lady?” As emotionally drained as she, he laid beside her and stared up into the darkness.
“Hardly.” She rolled onto her side and smiled in such a strange way that he found himself unable to remove his eyes from her lips. “I had never realized before this night now strong you are, my Lord Priest.”
“I... Umm...” He began, heat infusing his cheeks. “Please, call me Daerid as you have always done, my Lady. There is no need for... ahem.” He broke off as her hand slid across his stomach. “My Lady, I-...”
“Oh, then you must call me Camilla as well, there is no need for such formality.” She leaned up on an arm and trailed soft, biting kisses along his jaw.
“Camilla, what are you...”
“Comfort me.” Was all she said.
Daerid's hands seemed to have minds of their own as they roamed across her back. Her skin was so soft but still firm, like velvet stretched over steel. He found he could not get enough of it.
Camilla sat up abruptly and asked, “Who is Daerid?”
OOC: More of the evening the memory from whence dream came can be found here: http://pokedream.com/forums/showthre...815#post383815