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The hot winter date! A battlemaiden's quest to win the heart of a Knight!

Who: Morgan and Nephenee
What: Second date, involving picnicking and ice skating!
Where: Commune, the stream near the fields, the rink, then who knows?
When: Wednesday afternoon
Warnings: These two are their own brand of silly & diabetes.
Prose or Commentspam: Prose!

It'd been a busy few days, with the memorials and the Inves attack (and having to replace those ingredients...), but Nephenee was finally mostly ready for this second date. Foodwise, she'd...made quite a bit over two days, all delicious, of course, and she'd gotten to try a few new recipes as well, because...well, meat sounded good, and though they couldn't have it, there were ways to replicate the feel of it at least.

Lookwise, she certainly was ready. Seafoam waves, some playfully hiding an eye a little, cascaded onto the shoulder of her short-sleeved, gold-trimmed black dress, teal panels flowing from underneath, keeping it modest, and frankly, looking nice when she spun or they blew in wind. Given this was part of her Halbedier armor, it wasn't important in the battle aspect, but in this case, it was certainly a plus, since they were going skating after food. After some deliberation, she had decided to use the black stockings held by blue leather belts (one of which was obviously the one he'd borrowed for transporting his staff) that she wore with it normally as well, since it was still a bit chilly, even with all her muscle and the cloak. They didn't come all the way up, but she didn't really need them too, and she got to wear some nice short black faux-leather boots with it.

Whether this was just her being practical and modest, or a calculated move to strike at his known weak point of legs was up in th- alright no, it was her being modest and practical, which went for the dagger under her dress as well, its gold sheath barely showing underneath the tip of the dress on her back right leg. After the Inves and Zetta, she still felt better with some form of weapon on hand, and thanks to Dante and Mae, she could use it fairly well. Better than wearing her armor out on the date, at any rate. And of course, she wore the red neckerchief her father had given her. Overall, a warm outfit that had unintentional playfulness to it.

Let's see...firewood, blankets, skates are in the wagon, most of the food's in the hotboxes, hot chocolate's in the thermoses... There was a lot of food here, but it was, well, Morgan and her...with their metabolisms, there needed to be, and she wasn't about to let the poor guy starve. Hardly the way to win a man's heart, that! Satisfied that things just needed to be transferred to the wagon, which was best done when he arrived to keep things warm, the Sentinel whistled happily as she waited for her coltfriend's arrival inside the cottage, door slightly ajar to let him know it was fine to come in. It was her turn to advance and gain ground on this new and exciting battlefield, and she rather looked forward to it!

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Morgan, being both a guy and not possessed of an incredibly large wardrobe, hadn't dressed up fancy for this date. He'd stuck to his cooat, which was very practical and also made him look pretty good, and what else did one really need? Besides, he knew Neph wasn't dating him for his looks... well, maybe just a little, but that was okay!

He nosed his way on through the door, took one look at her, and then dramatically fell over. "A wound! A mortal wound! My soul can't contain the sight of such beauty!" He stuck all four legs out straight, playing up the melodrama as much as he could with an idiot grin on my face. "A most cunning and effective attack, fair maiden!"

It was either this or stand and stare enraptured at just how good she looked, and Morgan felt he'd been doing so much of the latter recently that he was overplaying it.

Well, Morgan was an exceptionally handsome pony, but his personality was far more the draw. Despite how much she liked the coat though, she would happily help him with that wardrobe if he let her...

When he edged into the room, she'd been teaching Astra a song for him to sing, and while the sudden flop startled her for a second, she burst into giggles, breaking her concentration. He looked just like one of the little fainting goats back home!

The blue and purple starling alighted upon one of his hooves as she cantered up, feigning alarm behind a hoof to the forehead as she knelt beside her coltfriend, "Oh no, my brave Knight, what shall we do? Ya've taken such a grave blow..." Nephenee was trying so, so hard to not just lose it, but she continued, raising that hoof in the universal sign of 'Eureka!', "Wait, the old tales say the kiss of a maiden can heal even the worst of injuries! It might be the only way to save thee!" And so, trying so very hard not to laugh, she gave him a playful smooch on the lips to 'revive' him. Not a very long one, but certainly a fun one with some pressure to it. Then she lost it, leaning against his chest with a hoof as she struggled to keep from falling onto him from laughing so hard.

Hey, if he was going to be melodramatic...who was she to not be a little silly back?

"I'm cured!" he pronounced, thrusting a hoof dramatically skyward as she leaned into him, then burst into furious giggles himself as he slid his forelegs around her. "Well, maybe not entirely, as I appear to still be a total loon..."

Not that he minded. Not, as he clutched Neph to him for mutual support as he began laughing even harder, that he minded that at all.

"That don't need to be cured." She said between trying to catch her breath from the laughter, as Astra decided they were weird and noisy and flitted off to his cage in time for Morgan to wrap her up, "Ah like ya bein' silly!" The squeak came as he brought her in close, with the result being her laughing more as well as she wrapped her legs around his neck. His giggles were, quite frankly, infectious.

The Crimean buried her face into his coat as more giggles escaped, "Ya looked like one of them goats that tip over when they're surprised..." She finally managed, wiping away a tear after raising her head back up, grinning while more hair flopped into her eye. After the past few days, this felt great, and was much needed. "So hi, how are ya? Ya look gorgeous, as always." And she finally allowed herself to play with that pretty, pretty hair a mite, since she had a hoof right there anyway...even softer than it looked!

"You look more gorgeous," he immediately responded, with the sincerity of a devoted boyfriend who believed that with all his heart, and the mature attitude of a first-grader volleying back a teasing comment.

He tensed just the slightest bit as she began playing with his mane. Not because he minded, not because it felt bad... actually, quite the opposite, and it took a little willpower to ignore the, ah, stimulation her hooves provided as they trailed through his hair. To help focus better, he slid a hoof into her hair, letting it slide over the end and fall down her back so he could appreciate its feel and its play.

"I'm having a very good day. For some reason," he said, grinning up at her.

For the second the Sentinel sensed the slight tension, her ears came forward in alert and she halted what she was doing, but as he ran his hoof through her hair in return, she relaxed; for a moment, she had thought he didn't like it.

The actual reason for the tension became apparent as she realized that she rather liked the feeling of Morgan messing with her mane as well, not just the waves falling, but the feel of his hoof running through... It was hair, for goodness' sake. How could that feel so nice?

Quickly shoving that from her mind, though not able to keep a very slight red from her cheeks, as he spoke, Nephenee grinned right back, "Must be 'cause it's such a pretty day out. Perfect for picnics and skating. Which, if we want the food to still be hot, Ah reckon we should go do soon." Carefully half-rolling in his grasp, she pointed at the two fairly big hotboxes on the counter, and the thermoses beside them.

...That looked like a lot of food.

He looked upside-down at the hotboxes, then licked his lips eagerly. "I think the promise of your cooking is the only thing in the world that could get me to let you go right now," he said, though he took much longer to actually release her than it took to make the statement. "It's a pretty tough decision, though. Maybe when we get to the picnic spot I'll tackle you and we can eat all tangled up!"

He didn't mean that... well, he MOSTLY didn't mean that.

"Ah reckon Ah'm strong enough to squirm out, if Ah needed." Not that she really wanted to. "Kinda hard to eat if we're all knotted up likea ball o'yarn when the cat's done with it," The blush in her cheeks deepened as he reluctantly let go of her, and she said, "Ah sure wouldn't mind...c-cuddlin', though."

Before he could react to that, Neph quickly rolled off of him and returned to standing in a fluid motion, before trotting over to the counter, "Ah sure could use a strong stallion to help me with these, though...if ya please." The hint of play was still in her voice with that 'request', as she opened one to put a few more covered items in, the mix of smells wafting out, "They're kinda heavy, an' Ah don't wanna risk spillin'..."

Sure, she was strong enough to carry both, but she actually was a little worried about dropping one...and a knight would like to help his lady fair, right?

"Carrying heavy things? That's one of my two purposes in life! The other being to reach things on tall shelves for others."

Morgan casually brought a foreleg down hard on the ground, using the momentum of the strike to flip himself to his legs, his coat flaring quite dramatically as it spun with him. He flashed her a grin, then tossed his head to show off his thick mane and powerful torso again. Who was he to deny the lady a sight of what she liked? "Which one should I take?"

"Well, if'n Ah can't reach somethin' an' can't hop on up, Ah'll be sure to as-" And then the words caught in her throat as he did that.

The slight blush she still carried deepened first at the ease and flow of the movements of the flip, and, if it was possible, did so further at the mane toss and grin, until she was crimson. A critical blow if there ever was one, and she couldn't stop the slight tail flick's movement under the teal cloth even though she tried.

Staring for a second as she stammered, struggling to retrieve the lost words, Nephenee finally managed to force out an end to the sentence. "A-ask ya." Except rather than a normal finish, it was much more a pleased squeak, and she spun around to face the hotboxes at a different angle where her face would be hidden, both embarrassed by that, and trying very hard to gain her wits back. Had she been human, she'd have been biting her thumbnail, as...well, yes, she did rather like what she saw. A lot.

Gosh darn it, Morgan.

After a second, she quickly made several short jabs pointing at the hotbox to the left, "T-that one's f-full, s-so that one!"

Edited 2014-02-12 09:56 (UTC)

Good. He had successfully gotten a little of his own back for the way she'd knocked him flat with her outfit when he'd entered... that and a constant stream of little things she did, or just was, that made him stare or twitch or just go a little bit gooey inside.

Smiling in satisfaction, Morgan picked up the leftmost hotbox, then carefully transferred it to his back. "Got it. Shall we be off, my lady fair?"

More than a little, in a way. At least he had maintained the ability to speak coherently, even as she had still managed not to imitate a fainting goat...

Centering just enough to compose herself, and remove a little of the red in her face, though not the smile, which grew at the nickname, she replied, "Y-yes, the wagon's loaded 'cept for these, my handsome Knight." Taking the second box and closing Astra's cage, she opened the door for them both.

Outside, as she placed her box in the wagon next to the skates and everything else, Nephenee drew in the chilled air, and sighed happily, breath turning to mist, "Ya know, as much as Ah'm lookin' forward to spring a bunch, what with new crops to plant and all the strawberries to pick, Ah'm gonna miss the snow an' such. Ah guess we should make the most of it today, hm?"

The latter was said with a smile and look back at him over her right shoulder, where the curl fell in front of her eye. A blazing fire, warm food and drink, ice skating, and cuddles? Sounded like a really good way to make use of the cold to her...

Edited 2014-02-13 10:27 (UTC)

Morgan had a lot more experience with being stunned by beautiful girls. In that respect, as silly as his fainting reaction had been, the fact that he actually needed to put on that level of show to not just be stunned at her spoke pretty highly of how well she caught his eye.

Also, his impish smile ought to worry her, because when she talked about show and making the most of the day, he'd thought 'snowball fight'. Of course, after a good snowball fight, the fire and food and drink parts would all be even better, right?

"Can I help you with the wagon?" he asked, not because he thought she needed help, but because walking along with her pulling it and him not would just feel weird.

She was still getting used to being fawned over like that, but it'd be a lie if she tried to say she wasn't learning to like the attention. From others? Still some trouble with staring. From him? Yeah, the Sentinel reckoned she could learn to handle that. She'd have to keep it up, then, and learn more on how to keep an advantage in this.

And yes, Nephenee noted upon seeing his face, that was a smile full of mischief and trouble. She'd make sure to stay on the tips of her... hooves, until whatever he was concocting was put onto the field.

That, however, was put from her mind at his offer, and her smile turned a little bashful, "Thank ya...your lady would be happy to have the help." Yep, really liking that nickname, and it might have been obvious. With a chuckle, she undid the latches on the harness, already resizing it for him, "Ah forgot a word earlier... Ah clearly meant 'my handsome, chivalrous Knight'."

Edited 2014-02-14 09:15 (UTC)

They needed a harness that let them pull it together, Morgan noted. He also noted that he was doing a great deal of assuming that this relationship would become long-term and stay viable, considering this was only their second official date, but -- that really didn't worry him, when he'd spent time with her outside of dates, and when all of it had been delightful, pleasant, and left him eager for more. And he knew she felt the same way, since she didn't seem to have an ounce of deception in her.

He stepped up to get strapped in, giggling quietly. "I'm still not used to this pony thing. Every day I think I am, and every day some new little quirk of it comes up. Pulling a wagon!"

Deception only got people hurt, and why would she want to deceive someone she genuinely cared for? Or anyone, really? No, the closest she came to such was a feint in a battle, and that was it. Hardly the same thing as leading someone on. So no, not a drop. Her feelings were quite mutual, and above all, sincere; she loved every moment with him.

And if Morgan ever mentioned it, she would certainly see about finding a dual harness, or having one made. Two strong bodies were better than one, and...well, it was cute.

That observation got a chuckle from the mare as she started battening down the latches, making sure his mane didn't get caught (first-hoof experience said that hurt) with one hoof as she worked with the other hoof and her teeth, "Ya know, it did take some gettin' used to, pullin' this. Ya know what was...worse for me, though?" The pause came when she had to pull a strap with said teeth, "Bein' used to guidin' a plow as a human, with a mule or pony or what-have-ya pullin' it, and now bein' that pony an' gettin' used to doin' both!"

Stepping back slightly to, ah, admire her handiwork, Neph asked, "How's that feel? Not too tight, is it?" Hopefully not, she'd watched for constriction or discomfort throughout the process.

"It's fine!" He leaned into it, putting his strength into breaking its inertia and starting it rolling. Of course, he made pulling the thing look easy... but so did Neph.

"What I miss is being able to drive. I had an amazing car -- well, I'm not even sure how I could begin telling you about it when you're not familiar with them, but suffice to say it was an absolutely cool vehicle and I will forever regret not being able to take you driving in it."

"Oh, Ah know a lil' 'bout cars. There's movie nights sometimes, an' there was a real pretty silver one at one point behind one character, Baron. Didn't quite know what it was, so Ah asked, an' got a real short explanation of 'em." She grinned as she trotted beside him, "Ah don't know much 'bout 'em, but it did look like it'd be fun to ride in."

And it was so sleek and shiny and she really liked how it looked, okay? That much was evident by the slight fluster in her face, which she quickly diverted attention from by saying, "So, ya can tell me 'bout it!"

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Neph, are you the perfect girl? Morgan suspected it.

"It was the Ferrari Infinity, and it was the coolest car in the world," Morgan said reverently. "I know, because I had it made to be that way. It was the only one of its kind. Sleek and black, with an engine that purred until you needed it to roar. It handled like it was part of me, and hit speeds you could barely imagine. Whatever car you saw in that movie, nothing could have prepared you for mine."

Perfect? Hardly. A list of things he liked? Much more probable.

It sounded like he could talk about the car like she could talk about her lances; that intrigued her almost as much as the description itself. Specialized, powerful, fast, sleek, nice to listen to. She could believe it was an extension of himself with descriptors like that, ones that it shared with him...

Ahem, back to focusing on him and the conversation. Which actually didn't help much with talk of purring and such.

"Unfortunately, the car didn't really do much but sit an' look pretty. Ah'm gonna have to see if they show it or any other pretty ones goin' about. Most of the reels are folks fightin'."

Nephenee worked to imagine that silver car in black as they walked along, her only a few inches from him pulling, "A purr, huh...wonder what that sounds like. Black sure sounds like ya." His favorite color was...easy to figure, much like hers. "Was it real curvy? How fast did it go? Ah know Ah probably won't understand it all, but.."

That was shorthand for tell me everythin'. Even if they weren't far from the creek at this point, she'd happily listen as they set up, and longer. He'd pressed her plenty last date for stuff about her interests, today was 'learn more about Morgan' time.

Edited 2014-02-20 02:43 (UTC)

"Sleek, and fast -- I never actually found out how fast it COULD go, because I never had a chance to drive it anywhere it could get to that speed. But a hundred and sixty, a hundred and eighty, I could do that every so often! I'm telling you, it drove like it was part of me. Absolutely perfect, every part working in harmony. I used to spin into parking spaces because I could -- the right touch on the brakes, spin the wheel properly, and it just drifted right into oof!"

Morgan had forgotten he was hitched to the wagon, had attempted to turn a little circle, and had promptly been brought up short by the harness. He giggled a little sheepishly as he straightened himself out.

Nephenee listened, enthralled by his telling of it as they went. She didn't know what the speed system he was using was, but numbers that high still meant something, even to her, and she wondered how something could go what was certainly faster than even the strongest horses back home, possibly even a dragon. So it was that she snapped out of it with the sudden grunt, and, seeing what he had been trying to do, barely managed to not laugh.

She did hide her smile behind a hoof, though, as she replied, indicating direction with her head, "Creek's thisaway, silly, not thataway." It was all good-natured, of course, and it was neat to see him get so passionate about a subject. "It sounds really amazin'." She said sincerely, "Did it have it where the top went down?" She remembered seeing another car on the reel with one like that, vaguely.

"Right. Thisaway." He tugged on the harness to get it back in the proper direction, so obviously pretending he'd done nothing silly that he was clearly poking fun at himself. "Convertible is the word you're looking for, and yeah, it had cutting-edge tech for that. Hexagon-frame collapsible reinforcement. Automatic, too, so never any problem with the rain."

All of those words made sense to the mare separately, but not so much together. Nonetheless, she nodded in understanding of the main point. "Ah don't know how fast that even is, but Ah can imagine that bein' neat, wind in your hair an' face..."

She couldn't comprehend the high numbers, so she was trying to imagine it using the fastest she knew of, and, making the mistake of imagining how fun that sounded and what it might look and feel like, unconsciously made a very pleased nickering noise, which caused her ears to perk up as soon as she realized she had done so.

So much for trying to not do that. Now she got to laugh at herself, which she did with a light blush, "Well, reckon it's my turn to make the happy pony noises..."

"Good, make them, then I'll feel less embarrassed about my own!" Morgan managed to get out before he dissolved into furious giggling, which he had absolutely no excuse for. He giggled as a tall, dark, and handsome man, he giggled as a pony.

"God, now I really miss it, knowing how much you like the idea of it. I think not being able to give you a ride in it is one of my largest regrets in the world now!"

Seriously, imagining her (or at least, how he imagined her human body, which was close to but not quite perfectly accurate) next to her in the car, long hair streaming out and an expression of joy on her face, and long long legs stretched out whoops pull back, Morgan! He shook his head to clear it from that intoxicating image.

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