Just living peacefully

[Northen Light36]

Tres smiles to herself as she walks into her hut after completing her daily habit of wandering around the clan and visiting her people. It's been a pleasent day too, lovely and warm, with several new children having been born over the last few months - much to Tres' private pride. Fira may never grow to match Char, but it's still a force in it's own right, enough to keep anyone from getting ideas that a clan with a Maelstorm born, female Elder would be an easy target.

Of course, growth has it's downsides. A larger clan means having to move more often so as not to strip the land bare, more mouths to feed and more children to be protected. "Although there isn't a Fira child over five who doesn't know at least the basics when it comes to defending theirselves," the two signer thinks with a new surge of pride.

Perhaps the only sorrow in Tres' life is the absence of both her daughter and little Ann. Well, that and the sight of the young Fire Heir growing into her title so swiftly, with all the loss of innocence that implies. Still, as sad as it might be, Tres still can't fail to smile at the resemblance the Heir has to her mother and uncle. "Naurorod will have a great leader in that girl when she's older," she annouces aloud just for the sake of hearing a voice. Happy as she is, it's lonely with Gemma away.

[Kender Bard]

With good timing, Thelon teleported into Fira, just outside of Tres's hut. He had a handful of parchments, and an air of excitement about him. "Tres!" he called out, but didn't let himself in. He had too deeply ingrained manners about teleportation etiquette. "Tres, I have some good news!"

[Northen Light36]

Tres smiles happily and hurries to open the door. "Come in Thelon," she greets him. "What's this good news?"

[Kender Bard]

Thelon stepped inside, pausing to catch Tres's hand and kissing the back of it lightly, before going back to his antsy, gleeful dance. "I just got the reports on the population check from my advisors, and we've almost doubled thanks to your people. I can't thank you enough, Tres. It looks like Sensatia is going to live on after all."

[Northen Light36]

Tres smiles tolerantly at Thelon's excitement. "We've had a slight population boost here as well, I've noticed, although that isn't so important as it's been for your people. I'm glad for you Thelon." Cheerfully, she gives him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "And I'm even glader you've come for a visit. I've been lonely, what with no child to come dashing in at inconviniant moments..." Tres chuckles softly.

[Kender Bard]

Thelon flushed faintly, but his grin did not lose any of its enthusiasm as he reached for her hands. "Oh? Well I would not be much of a gentleman if I left my lady wanting, now would I? I've been so wrapped up in my work." He looked a little chagrined. "I'm afraid that is just a flaw that can't be pounded out of me, except perhaps by a literal fist." He chuckled.

[Northen Light36]

Tres blushes faintly herself, but she grins in return. "Ah Thelon, we all have our flaws," she replies lightly. "I can cope with yours if you can handle mine."

[Kender Bard]

"What flaws?" he asks innocently, with an impish grin. "I see no flaws, only, hm, character."

[Northen Light36]

Tres laughes, delighted. "Thelon, you're a flatterer," she grins, kissing him. "So full of charm that I'm glad you have your flaws to keep you from being too perfect." With an impish smile of her own she whispers, "Why don't we take advantage of having some time to ourselves?" although she blushes a little at her boldness.

[Kender Bard]

Thelon's grin widens and he nods, slipping an arm around Tres and leading her somewhere more comfortable.