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Author Topic: Out to Where the Branch May Break...  (Read 3569 times)

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Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« on: December 30, 2016, 04:42:10 PM »
{I'm not going to make everything a bird analogy...ok I am ^^. They're relentless and demanding! Also...this...feels! *wiggles and flails everywhere* <3 <3
Also also, Cass, we can turn this into that thread we said we'd need ;) or have a whole other, I guess we'll see how it ends up}

Here was the test...

Fritz held out his hand, forgetting if he should clench it in or leave his fingers loose. It was different between types of avians, wasn't it? Whatever he did, he did right...for the most part. Fritz smiled as he was rewarded with success from the tiny bird...then dodged away and shoed away one other who didn't follow protocol!

"No! Don't land on my...", Fritz sighed. "You all can't do that when...". He just sighed again.

This was going to be a disaster...hopefully not, but with all else Fritz had to be nervous over, the wild card that was wild animals was not helping!

He sat back down on a convenient little rock of the place. The bird he'd been working with was bored and now had nothing else to do so it hopped to his head also, hopping around until he became so distracting that Fritz absently brushed him aside too.

Then cardinals, wrens, a whole bunch of little song birds watched the curious dwarf below. They liked him at any rate, he'd been bringing them seed for the past few weeks.

Fritz let out a breath. The idea was stupid. Líknví was going to tell him so and...what he asked was too far. She was never going to agree to...he'd wasted both Andar and Kvasir's time getting assurance and permissions.

Sighing again, Fritz plopped his head to his hands and the next rubbed his hands across his face as he sat back up.

Absently thinking to maybe try another part of his planning all this up, Fritz dug in a pocket for a slip of paper with a simple and complex ask all at one on it--No...or maybe he'd just say it...or sign it--at any rate he didn't find the one he went for exactly but another he hadn't consciously realized he had, but also wasn't too stunned to find with him.

It had been krinkled scrap before, but Fritz had taken all care he could of it over the years.

The first of his and Líknví's writing to eachother, in a chance meeting, in Bree.

If you can't read, sorry
I should try to introduce myself, figure I could have spelled, but
I'm Fritz, Son of Anlaf
Of the Blue Mountains
I only say because your signs, they fit...


A pleasure, Fritz of the Blue Mountains.
I'm Líknví
of the Grey
Your words do form different what it must be
I have heard on your city
Good things
It is a fine dilct
Thankyou your understanding.
Amist all this talk I should be asking if you wish me to fetch you something


Not really their first words to eachother--those had been...

"Sorry" and

"No worries, no harm done"

In simplest form.

Líknví and him had come far since then, and he had of course explained more on the differing dialect, all he could, or given ample opportunity for Lí to learn the difference as they sighed as many conversations as they then spoke.

His worry was misplaced. Líknví had proven, by the act of still agreeing to court him, that she loved him. But...a proposal was a whole other step and for a girl who almost had to trust despite what the world had taught her.

Yet...Fritz glanced back down to the paper in his hands. It was Líknví's words he read over more, his were dismissive scribble that had done a job at giving him a start with the girl maybe; there was...to much to be named to be admired in the lopped writing. Líknví's form, her heart seen in even this pragmatic description. Also the small nuisances of gesture and how her eyes lite up when she smiled.

The...suggestion of not asking...of letting her slip by...it tightened Fritz's chest and was plain unthinkable. He had to ask...he had to know soon as possible how she would answer such a question...but...

Once more Fritz pulled every ounce of patience he had to him. Don't rush this...she deserves every small moment of it...deserves many more than you're gonna be able to pull, but still...give what you can.

Fritz pocketed his paper again and glanced to the birds looking at him from their tree in their glen.

Please don't let this be a stupid idea...

He then stood, and gave it one more shot to get a clean landing, no annoying bird behavior.

This had to be perfect! And he was counting on unpredictable wildlife...
« Last Edit: January 12, 2017, 04:44:32 AM by Fritz »


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Re: Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« Reply #1 on: December 31, 2016, 04:59:55 PM »
{Yeah I changed the title ^^}

Líknví allowed in for a sip of tea with half focus as her eyes stayed trained to the pages before them. Cliché and over read as it was, the girl grinned. She just loved happy endings so much!

He noticed in a heartbeat what his folly had been of course...the girl...she wasn't just some scullery maid as he'd been told, she had been his princess in disguise! All the clues in her gesture came rushing back even as he turned his steed and sped with all haste back to the house...

It had been one of the many other birthdays of hers Fritz had attended, not her Fifty-Fifth, with the swing and...everything. One of the ones before, and her at the time still good friend (just not grown other) had picked up a very nice, leather bound collection of tales such as the brothel of the Grey Mountains had never seen. This was the sort of book that sat on ages upon ages of relatives' shelves, brought down for the weee ones who visited, possibly even passed down to them; and Lí took all care that she could of it.

Had tried to tell Fritz it was too much at the time of his gifting it, but of course he saw the joy in her eyes and so couldn't retract. It had been just one of a million ways he was way too good to her. Way too good in general.

And why she, in her own smaller ways that felt less grand, was trying so hard to pay back, and show back, every time she could. Such as now.

She was a tad late on the smaller pastries, not a full out pie, but still Fritz's favorite of apples and pears, such as the scent of their slightly burning now they were done came from the oven. Timers were of no use to the girl.

Líknví still gently set the book aside, even as she rose and quickly darted over to the oven to pull them, not so quick as to forget the dish towel though. She inspected worriedly. They...were ok. Lí still wasn't happy with how they came out, anything for 'Bunting' had to be perfect, same as it had to be for Finch. For both her boys...if that wasn't too forward a title in the midst of courting even.

Later it would bother her more. When she realized this wasn't just some normal day. Of all days for her to burn pastry!

She was still turning them over, trying to see what she could salvage of it all, when...it would seem insulting but was actually the sweetest thing ever...if Kvasir and Rian weren't about to answer the door--and they were shuffling back and forth amidst shop work but not available at the moment--Fritz had learned the perfect angle of tipping anything metal he had with him, using or improvising convenient and not changing lantern light to make a pretty good spot on a wall from and through the kitchen window to grab Líknví's attention from anywhere of the small house except the far back.

It sparked a bit off the pan too so further aided and Lí glanced up before smiling, it only denting because she was still a bit concerned over the pastries, before she darted over to get the door.

"Ha'! Cam' 'an! A ma' tha's!", Líknví's lightly but boldly gripped Fritz's wrist and didn't really pull him inside, more let him know he could step inside. Then, finding more boldness, and they were courting and all and he had fully captured her heart, the girl leaned over in an act she'd have never thought she'd be doing willingly--but then Fritz had just changed all that around!--and delivered a light kiss to his lips, her heart flipping again as she did so!

Goodness! Him in addition to Kvasir and Rian...could anyone get more blessed!

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Re: Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« Reply #2 on: January 08, 2017, 03:25:42 PM »
To anyone else, the idea would have been silly, and they would have thusly told Fritz and duly chastised him for being childish. It would have been insulting even! Líknví...was gracious and kind enough to humor Fritz and actually thank him for the best he knew how to do. As she always did. Honestly he hadn't known grace like that existed outside of Dagmar until he'd met her. The question of who between his sister and...sweetheart...was more gracious was an unanswerable question. Dags seemed to be more so because hers came off different, Fritz knew, easier, less hesitancy to her nature, but someting in that would almost bump Lí's side of it...

Ah, it was perhaps just as well, and even important Fritz not answer the question. Both his sweetheart and sister were dear and no sense trying to compare between.

The attempt worked, and soon enough the door swung open, Fritz seeing the movement and moving back over to the door.

"Ha'! Cam' 'an! A ma' tha's!"

Líknví's sweet voice and words greeted the young smith, instantly putting a grin on his face. How?! it just made no sense that he was blessed and privileged with that smile and those sweet tones every time he visited and/or did or said something silly to try to not lose them.

Maker, that she knew the kid he still was deep down and didn't care...or didn't hold it against him. Still graced him that smile that said she thought the world of him, still thought the world of him! As he did her...

He hardly needed her encouragement to know he could step across the threshold of Kvas and Rian's small house, yet still stepped more boldly for her slight permission given with the tug and was actually contemplating a kiss to her cheek when Líknví anticipated him and did one better!

Fritz hoped she never felt she had to initiate a kiss, didn't feel it was a needed thing in courting, hand holding was fine and he wouldn't be offended, but certainly didn't mind either, and with the genuine joy communicated Fritz felt relieved she wasn't pressured.

Found boldness of his own to lightly rest his hands at her waist and pull her nearer, kissing back before meeting that smiling gaze with one of his own, just in his ever taking every moment he should to check on her again. He brushed a section of hair back out of her face and frankly could have kissed her again, but realization dawned in and he smiled small and shy again, "Ah but your brother's no doubt home...what'd you say before? Something about making things? Forgive me I forgot slightly", the smile turned another grin, but still shy, as he stepped back, yet still held one of Líknví's hands.


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Re: Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« Reply #3 on: March 10, 2017, 07:29:38 PM »
That it was its own silent communication, a kiss, had not escaped Líknví even as a young child still in the cramped brothel of the Grey Mountains, she'd just thought everyone around her was lying to each other still. Same as they did with the words she couldn't catch.

Finch and Amadith's sincere pecks to cheek or the top of her head of course communicated true things, but that was as far as she'd thought it went, even before Kvasir and Rian's own sincere relationship for a sort of example.

All because she'd been stupid yet again, in ways she hadn't even realized then! As she and Fritz found their way around being more confident with the kisses executed along a courtship, the utter regret of having allowed such a thing to be stolen from her in the first place, before her flight from home, would clench Lí's stomach yet again.

Of course she'd confessed as much to Fritz before, and of course he'd done naught but reassure (and promise to blacken Jarni's whole face if they ever met), and in truth the unwanted, never returned, embrace couldn't even be recalled anymore when covered up by now by all of Fritz's wonderful, caring ones.

This current one he returned no exception.

Which, again, said so much unspoken!

As the kiss broke, Líknví smiled lovingly at him as he brushed a lock of her hair back and she caught his words. Had she stopped blushing by now? She wasn't sure.

"Ah but your brother's no doubt home...what'd you say before? Something about making things? Forgive me I forgot slightly".

Líknví giggled, squeezing back as he took her hand. It wasn't the casual toss out it seemed, Fritz knew very well that Kvasir was just around in the shop, and had no doubt popped his head in to greet her brother and let him know he was here, because he would not stop by with Líknví even supposed alone and ever be the cause of anyone saying anything on her.

Because he knew they already talked.

Before she could worry again over any of this, Líknví turned and took both of Fritz's hands again with a bright smile even as she answered. "Yas! I ma' appla' a' par' pastra's! Na' tagata' haf' a' haf', ba al' fa' ya'", Líknví let her words flow unashamed and even sharing Fritz's way. "Cam' an' a' sat, a' ga' tha'm!", and the tea she'd just finished brewing just before the pastries were done wouldn't be too cooled by now. Líknví could think of nothing better than to sit and sip her own apple spiced tea while reading Fritz's responses to anything and everything she could think to ask or he wished to tell.

With a bubbling of emotion from this thought, Líknví leaned over once more and delivered a kiss to Fritz's cheek before finally, finally, letting go of his hands to go about her task, but not without some more softly delivered words, "A' lav' ya, Fiz", Lí was just so happy to get to feel the emotion, as she had for a while now, she couldn't help but try to tell Fritz every moment she got, or at the least not forget to say it every now and again.

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"Yes! I made apple and pear pastries! Not together, half and half, but all for you!'"

"Come in and sit, I'll get them!"

"I love you, Fritz"

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Re: Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« Reply #4 on: April 20, 2017, 03:11:14 PM »
He earned another giggle for his slightly abashed realization. Lí was just too good to him in so many ways, both to still gift him a giggle for silly statements, though this wasn't so much, as well as the thoughts Fritz didn't know passed through her mind. Not that Líknví was wrong, Fritz had peeked his head around the shop and ensured Kvasir was home, for rumor and propriety's sake (He would safe guard Lí eitherway, of course, but now had a firm knowledge of what the rumor mill was capable of and just all the more determined, he would not let Lí get anywhere near any of those words that could be cast about, especially not when they would be the height of lies), but all this was not in that one statement at this time and more actual abashment than she gave him credit for.

That bright smile and those sweet tones soon distracted and Fritz smiled around taking them in, instantly following what she said of course. Apple and pear pastries?! Lí was entirely too sweet and reassuring to pressures she couldn't know of. Yet Fritz felt guilt she'd put herself out for his sake. This was heightened as she directed him inside and insisted he sit while she bustled about.

Oh no!, he would not dare do that. Fritz was getting prepared to tell Líknví this, when his dear sweetheart (who would hopefully not run from a furthering of title if Fritz could phrase it right...) leaned over once more in her flurry to gift another kiss to his cheek and sweet declaration. Fritz smiled softly again and took up either of Lí's hands once more, eager to not be parted from her, "And I you sweet Dove...so much...", his whole purpose in being here almost bubbled forth just then, but, recalling the plan, and how it would rob Lí to not go through with it, how maidens loved every small thing that could be pulled out of theses days apparently (Fritz willfully kept his thoughts from Dags' own spouting over her own day and what she and they had lost), he swallowed the words, for now. "And I will not sit and feel guilty while you bustle about just for my sake,..." Ever Lí...even after and if you are kind enough to accept... "...let me come help", Fritz returned her kiss, planting one on her cheek next before walking ahead of her, hand still captured, to the kitchen.

He shook his head upon seeing the treats and boldly lifted one to taste before Lí even insisted on such a useless things as plates or such, "You know it still amazes me what you can do from scratch?", Fritz finished off the other of the small treat and swallowed before going on, "They...and all of this is perfect Lí, thankyou. Far more than I deserve". And I'm supposed to be planning up how to make this day special for you...
« Last Edit: April 21, 2017, 12:17:26 AM by Fritz »


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Re: Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« Reply #5 on: June 08, 2017, 03:38:55 PM »
There were many times Lí wished for, and missed, the audible sound of those she loved's speech, which she'd never known but still knew she'd lost. What she could only try to have explained, and still not grasp, the maiden knew.

"And I you sweet Dove...so much..."

While still missing the audible, Líknví absorbed Fritz's very telling expression and smiled touched, more so as her dear sweet...suitor?...went on rebuffing letting her do too much and going out of her way for him.

Not that Lí ever felt she was going out of her way for those she loved, and Fritz was a big part of that now!

Still, Líknví let it go, and really had no power of trying to cling to point when Fritz further distracted with a sweet kiss to her cheek that had her coloring again, for the sweet moment of Fritz making her feel, yet again, some noble maiden gently courted; and the flood of emotion such an innocuously intimate gesture caused still. He still gently held her hand captured as they made over to the small kitchen, to no complaint from Lí.

She couldn't help it, as Fritz first examined the pastries, lightly relinquishing his hold, Líknví winced, wondering over the burned bits yet again. Especially as he lifted one to taste!

The maiden smiled back unsurely to his compliment, not even sure how far she could take it. Fritz would pretend to like it (or not notice the burned bits) to spare her feelings.

Before she could stop the movement, Lí had grabbed and offered a napkin upon noticing Fritz's precarious crumb situation, yet she then retracted the still silent statement by taking said napkin back and holding it patiently clasped, soft smile about her features.

Fine I'll just clean up after you.

Your visit's too important anyway....

Her smile grew at his further compliment, even with his lying and saying he didn't deserve it. He so did!

Still...there was enough honesty to even their attempting to impress, a good thing. "T'ana' ban'd?", Lí softly enquired, smiling, but twisting the napkin she held a bit.

Well she knew they were, at least a bit.

Letting her smile grow a bit, as if to reassure Fritz in having to tell the truth, Líknví moved over to the tea just brewed and poured it into two waiting mugs she'd already picked before turning with and offering out one Fritz's way.

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Re: Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« Reply #6 on: July 29, 2017, 03:38:41 AM »
It would be a lie to say that Fritz was not very aware of Líknví watching intently as he took a bite of one of the pastries, or that he wasn't also tempted to make the best of the treat, on into exaggerated lying, all for Lí's sake; but he knew a lie would do her no true favor, and even break his promise of never giving her one, so he had to settle for very good, which it was! He happily took another, even, though he intended to save Lí some of the treats she had made!

She smiled to his statement, but he couldn't tell if she believed him. Then she offered up a napkin, seemingly before she could stop herself, though she then did and held it clasped patiently, but with those light blue eyes still trained to him. He'd have them always trained his way...

Fritz gave a small smile back, partly to cover over this thought, even as he went on to reassure. Lí's hands twisted at the napkin she'd taken back, and Fritz almost reached out and over to take them up once more to further reassure.

"T'ana' ban'd?"

There was something in her smile that caught him out, or so Fritz felt, or (more likely) just acknowledged the glaring truth without a hint of judging Fritz's way. "Not enough to affect the taste", he answered truthfully.

Líknví then handed over one of two mugs she'd prepared, and Fritz almost laughed even as his smile grew with a fact he couldn't share her way...yet. They were the very same two Kvasir had picked when Fritz had come by to ask for permission for this visit from the older smith.

Taking it as a sort of a sign of good to come, Fritz took the same mug he'd used then and then a sip of the tea. He smiled again, "Apples and pears have hardly ever tasted so nice, it really is nice Lí, all of it", he commented to pastry and tea alike, color threatening to rise at almost making a mention of their stall of fruit once more from back before he'd admitted why he liked being around Líknví.

Fritz then turned after a bit and took up one of the plates Lí had thoughtfully laid out and he'd discarded, to scoop a pastry to one and hand it over, "But you're going to have them too, of course?" he enquired with another smile.


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Re: Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« Reply #7 on: August 08, 2017, 03:28:16 PM »
"Not enough to affect the taste"

Líknví hadn't considered the hard position she forced Fritz to be in, and work through, with her question. She...would have understood, she decided, if Fritz lied a bit about this, exaggerated...yet as he didn't it became more obvious to her than if he'd covered. After looking caught out herself, Líknví smiled, "T'an'ya, an' sara'...".

As if to make up for having to find a hard compliment, Fritz leveled even more her way, though Líknví knew that wasn't the reason at all. She could only smile touched, and recalling that day at the stall also. Fritz of course then did one better and offered out some of the treats she'd made, whether she said they were all for him or not.

Refusing would be futile and just waste time. Lí's smile just said all she would have either said or signed and condensed it down to a few seconds before she got to the unavoidable end result and took the proffered treat. A bite just proved what she didn't need proved, and that Fritz hadn't lied about the taste being affected, though it was still all subjective and he could have still meant the words even if she detected too much burnt flavor.

Yet Líknví didn't focus on trying to prove or disprove what she already knew about her dear friend and other's goodness, once both their other hands not holding the mugs were unburdened by the pastries, Líknví took Fritz's yet again and lead him over to the sitting room (or the front and main room, more corridors were needed for a set apart sitting room) and settled down next to him with her feet tucked under her slightly in her turn to face him after with gesture she'd gently told him to sit too.

"Sa' wa' ya' ban' da'in'?", she asked, and settled to listen to whatever the answer was as if it was the greatest story ever told. Her other hand not holding the mug now rested at the top of the couch, supporting her cheek, yet after she asked her question, it moved with an instinct she hadn't yet gauged, but then paused and did before allowing herself to complete the movement and, not only brush a hand lightly through Fritz's hair that side, but allowed it to linger.

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"Thankyou, and sorry..."
"So, what have you been doing?"
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Re: Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« Reply #8 on: September 14, 2017, 02:31:15 PM »
A small smile more alleviated the need of Líknví apologizing as she did while not dismissing that she had, as well as said so much! He was pleased to see she took his offering out of the treats she'd made.

This day was all about sharing Lí's way...

Touched as he was by her also showing her affection. Which she did in all this.

Soon as his hand was unburdened by the pastry, Líknví took it up again, leading him to the main room. She directed him to a seat and then without hesitation, and oh so much affection, settled next to him. Fritz shot another soft smile her way. One that didn't falter as she asked after what he'd been doing, making him search his answers for what wasn't too telling too soon.

Past few days the plan of this moment had taken up much...

Fritz wrapped both hands around the rim of his mug and regarded the fluid as he thought slightly, before Líknví took his focus again by the sweet gesture they had both become familiar with, braiding or either just lingering a hand through his locks.

He smiled to her, stole (though not stolen) another chaste kiss, and answered more honestly than it probably sounded, "Thinking of you, broken by light Smithing".

As Fritz considered what else he'd done, that didn't have to do with planning up asking Líknví's hand, a shadow passed as he recalled the other girl so dear to him...and who had lost this and so much else.

Hesitant to cast the shadow onto this day, Fritz tried to find the right words, "And...helped Dags a bit with pastries for one of the functions that she sadly can't escape even now and was hosting...oh but yesterday, I didn't...", he also tried to sooth if Líknví thought he was too full for more sweets. He couldn't have eaten them anyway, being for a function and all. "I'm afraid both of us are useless in the kitchen and in the end our mother still save it". But the whole of the experience had been less about baking and more about time, as baking tended to become in that house; Fritz just trying to help Dags to smile all he could since the news from the Battle of Five Armies still sat tender eleven years later.

Fritz gave another smile, "She sends her greetings of course", though he couldn't next tell Líknví that his sister knew what he was going to ask as well and her "greeting" was partly a congratulating and acceptance. Fritz wouldn't have told Dagmar, who had lost a fiancé, his plans, if she hadn't pulled it out of him in that baking session, Dagmar then spouting vicarious joy and luck her brother's way.

Yet trying to shy from thinking on his sister again, only because her pain still hurt him so deeply ontop of his own missing of the princes, and back onto today didn't help since he just shifted from that to his nervous emotions of the moment.

"Actually, I...was thinking of another walk if you're up for it". The transition was not smooth and Fritz failed at not sounding hurried and like something sat on his mind, but he cold hardly help it. "After this of course", he took another sip of the tea, over the realization he was slightly failing this.


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Re: Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« Reply #9 on: December 02, 2017, 04:51:17 PM »
Fritz didn't shy away, though he never had truly any of the times Lí showed her affection. She smiled to him yet again as he met her gaze and sought out an answer to her question. She didn't know why he'd have to seek it out, but maybe he was just trying to make it seem more interesting than he feared it would.

He needn't worry about Lí finding any of it boring. The maiden just waited though, admiring that something unnamed but wholly adorable in Fritz's gaze as he glanced to his tea and pondered. He would no doubt have asked for something other than Adorable as a descriptor, but it was a good feeling and filled with love from Líknví.

Seeming to have settled on answer, Fritz regarded her once more and stole another light kiss, one the maiden happily returned yet again before reading his words and answer, giggling as she did so, for she was sure he exaggerated for her sake!

She caught the shadow, and confusion clouded for a moment, not in any doubting or feeling Fritz would hide any secrets worth her knowing (though if she only knew!), before her beloved went on. Lí's own smile changed, softened as it came back. It had taken a while for news of the rulers of this kingdom's demise and their failed Quest to reach her sector, though she'd noticed something up in Fritz's behavior within those first years of their sort of courting which was now official she would say just by how long sort of had gone on. Yet once she heard all of her thoughts had been for Fritz and his dear sister.

Líknví had heard they were really good sorts, and if that was true they were a further sad loss, but even with such an in as knowing Fritz, she'd never found any sort of boldness with which to meet them. Unbeknownst to her, a good thing in just jest, though, since Prince Fíli had apparently built up a waiting jest for the smith that knowing her would have just let out.

Fritz focused on the treats in his relating, but Líknví caught all that he was saying on the passing of his day yesterday. Give back, she told Fritz as to Dagmar's greeting, and if need anything.

Líknví didn't really have any idea what she could offer the Noble's daughter that would help or be beyond the power of her family, but the offer was still genuinely there. Not once, since first meeting her, had any sort of haughty look entered the higher standing maiden's countenance; nothing but genuine joy and acceptance even from Líknví and Fritz's friend stage.

Most of Fritz's family seemed humble that way also.

Lí knew Fritz's mother was still probably less than pleased with her son's choice of her even in courting, but there were apparently a lot of layers to that (it wasn't because she knew!) and Fritz claimed it all his fault anyway and through childish choices, such as some of which she already knew and when he and Kvas had run into the orcs. She thought and hoped Kophas liked her, she liked him for all his own unstuffy ways. Cephas was harder to read, and she feared there was displeasure there too, especially since first meeting her as a stowaway could have been a better first impression...

Trying to tick trough how she stood with Fritz's set was interrupted by the smith's going on, almost unrelated and perhaps a bit hurried, offering another walk perhaps. After this, he added. Líknví knew him too well by now to not notice something there, but she didn't think much on it beyond a passing, amused, wondering, thankfully!

She just smiled, took up a hand of his again and squeezed it, "A' ca'urs, a' l'a'k wa'lka'n wa'f ya...", she said, lowly not for hesitancy at this stage to share her unregulated voice with Fritz, but in a general hesitant way and with color creeping to her cheeks yet again.

They had run also. Líknví was sure Rian had wondered about the laughing youths she found outside the door that one time after Fritz delivering her home turned to a race back to the house and the smith then rammed into the front door in his haste, for some reason, to win, depositing both into a fit of giggles they then couldn't explain but Líknví felt sure she didn't have to. It had made her blush more though that her brother and sister-in-law by that point even had known they were perhaps being silly.

They didn't have to wonder if Fritz made her happy, Líknví positively glowed these days! In a way different than even the joy already put in her heart by the reuniting with Kvasir and Rian.

Líknví planted another kiss to Fritz's cheek to further back up her words.

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Re: Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« Reply #10 on: September 26, 2018, 07:32:59 PM »
Above all, Fritz really didn’t want to cast a shadow on this day; but also would never skip past his sister’s pain, even now. And now...he had an inkling of what she felt, small though he knew, but knowing love of that kind at least.

Líknví of course offered what condolences she had for Dagmar, and Fritz smiled softly once more. ”I will; and I know she’ll appreciate it”, he told Lí. Fritz paused a moment, wondering if true what he thought of telling next was, if it wasn’t still just him selfishly grabbing reinforcement for himself and his plan...

”You...are the nearest to a sister she has, Lí...I’ve heard her say it”.

Such a thing as Líknví taking up has hand again, not to mention her soft words which Fritz understood perfectly, would touch anyone, and she for some reason leveled his humble way!

Fritz merely closed his eyes as Lí so sweetly kissed his cheek, and reached over to cup her own briefly and lovingly as she moved back. ”Then come, Princess Líknví”, he stood and held out a hand. Lí had of course shared that childish dream with him in all their talks, and Fritz treated it as anything but.

If anyone deserved a princess role, Líknví and Dagmar were leagues more worthy than half of the snooty nobles, in Fritz’s estimation. Biased or no.

He offered her his arm.

<>

Just breath

Fritz reminded himself as he walked to the point of interest.

Honestly Fílí’s plan he’d later heard of had been beyond admirable, so many stops with one goal in mind and nerves, and somehow making it all work! Fritz didn’t feel up to all that! So he had only one stop in mind.

A speech, but one stop.

Yet as they walked along, Líknví’s arm looped in his, he realized he shouldn’t be ‘silent’, and as they neared the exit to outside required.

Feel like bravely venturing Outside with me again?, Fritz asked through sign, then smiled fondly once more to Líknví, then spoke also as she turned to him.

”What am I asking...you took on the whole of the world alone to get here...you won’t have to again, Dove, but it’s still admirable, Fritz praised and promised both.


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Re: Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« Reply #11 on: August 09, 2019, 01:54:45 PM »
”You...are the nearest to a sister she has, Lí...I’ve heard her say it”.

Líknví knew he didn't mean to undo Arndis' influence, and was just being overly complimentary, as his bias would naturally do, though she also believed his words, and felt such back. She was merely courting Fritz, so still didn't know Arndis all that well, but had had more of a chance to get to know Dagmar and could safely and easily say the companionship the sunny maiden just made so easy had quickly become deeper and outdone women and girls she’d grown up with in the brothel.

Her mother was her own category.

Rian also.

Líknví blushed again at his princess titling, though she knew there was not even a hint of teasing to it, and readily took his arm.

<>

Fritz aimed for Outside. Why, Líknví still didn’t know, and she just glanced to him curiously. Smiled touched at the compliment again, and nodded.

”A’ ga’ anawa’ wif ya Fizz...”, Líknví said softly. They could be considered bold or premature words, but she meant them, off of her trust of him. Fritz would never ask too much of her, or let her be put in danger and so she had the full freedom to promise such a thing.

And the want of being around him. That too.

As if to further prove her words, though she didn't release her hold on Fritz's arm, Líknví started them off on their further steps towards Outside, though she also let Fritz lead once they had moved again.

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Re: Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« Reply #12 on: September 05, 2019, 03:10:08 PM »
Fritz wasn't sure if there was anything in the whole of the universe that could sound better than Lí's softly delivered words, and he smiled just as softly. Well...a favorable answer to...what he planned to ask perhaps. Before this thought could produce too much color and give him away, Líknví was thankfully continuing their progress towards Outside, though she relinquished back to his guiding after just a few steps out and over.

With a smile, Fritz led her fully Outside. Clouds marred the bright blue expanse of the sky, but that in and of itself could add to the whole of the atmosphere. Fritz smiled up to them and then back over to his beloved. "Come on, it's just over here", he spoke clear so as to not have to relinquish her arm, though as they moved off he did shift his hold to be instead holding her hand.

Ok...so it was just past that clump of trees there, and Fritz had assurances that at least the pigeon would stay put, they were very well trained. So, even if he lost some of the more colorful wilder birds (which he'd always considered a possibility)...

They'd passed under the clump of trees, Fritz keeping their pace both unhurried and not dawdling. That alone might tell Lí something...but he couldn't worry over that. Something tickled his nose and he swat at it distractedly before...he also and next felt the damp ping on his light travel cloak. Frowning, puzzled, and now with a growing, gut clenching suspicion, Fritz glanced up to the canopy they moved through that had allowed the shadow to move in upon them unnoticed until it broke.

Which it was now steadily doing!

More drops of the shower broke through the canopy. "No, no, no, no, no!", Fritz muttered the words even as, off all but instinct, he shrugged off his cloak and draped it over Líknví, making sure the hood also shielded in her brown hair.

Sorry, Dove, I..., Fritz only got these few signs out to her before pausing. Líknví didn't hear the clap of thunder that spoke of it getting worse (as if he needed his vain hope of making birds work in a small shower dashed fully), but she glanced as if she felt something in the air and the vibration perhaps no doubt.

Grabbing her hand, Fritz broke off what he was "saying" to direct their steps back, trying to beat the shower, but knowing they wouldn't and so not rushing to the extent that he undid the sheltering his hood produced.. Líknví was wearing boots thankfully and the ground they rushed over soon was drenched, and them included, especially once the semi-sheltering tree cover went!

He hadn't realized how far out his initial destination was! More of a fault to his plan now, and as it put them enough of a ways from the mountain that this was going to be annoying! And that was the last thing he needed today!

Scanning, Fritz found a...semi-better option. Not by much, but it would have to do. With a quick glance back to Lí, and nod of further reassurance, and that he had a plan, he directed their steps to the right and the wooden structure he thankfully recognized and recognized the identity of. Though he hadn't had a hand in it personally, Fritz would still make sure to give Kophas a thanks, once they were out of all of this.

If there ever had been, there was no longer a conventional door to close after them, but the wooden hut, only a bit better than a lean-to, stopped the water from cascading down onto them, at least. Though he was now soaked himself, Fritz moved the hood of his cloak on Líknví back and checked to the maiden's status. It was impossible to not be wet from that, but her face was dry enough and the cloak had done its job. Fritz smiled, then it fell.

"I'm sorry Lí...", he still made sure to speak clearly, "This was not how I wanted it to go at all...", Fritz turned enough to kick at the floor, but even despite his frustration, turned back to not keep Líknví waiting too long on the explanation. Nor did he turn to where she could no longer read his words even in his slight move aside.

His whole bearing seemed to crumple in, though. "I had it all planned out...trained birds...they were going to deliver a note...", the more he talked, the more he realized how thrown to ruin his whole plan was and despair crept into the tone Líknví couldn't hear.

"Oh, and as for this place, it's just an old...hunting shed and spot where falcons could be kept one time. I don't know if Ko ever used it himself, but through him I knew of it and...that it would be sealed tight enough we could wait out the storm maybe".

Glancing back to her, Fritz debated what there was to do now, and there seemed little other choice. There would be no calling the birds back to any kind of cooperation today at any rate. Wait until tomorrow? Mahal, he didn't have it in him...and he'd already half spilled the secret.

No it was just...if not ruined, what it now was. Not his plan but...

Fritz smiled, and off just natural inclination, and checking both, brushed a lock of Líknví's hair back from her face...before realizing his hand was still wet and probably cold. He lowered it sheepishly. "Sorry, Lí...you probably regret following me now...", he gave a wry smile, trying for humor, and so it didn't squeeze his heart painfully again, the truth layered in that of maybe his being wrong to ask what he planned to of her.

Of course he had Kvasir's blessing, and his own brother's encouragement. But still, what if...


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Re: Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« Reply #13 on: September 21, 2019, 05:56:38 PM »
To say Líknví's curiosity wasn't peaked with every step would be a lie. Fritz was so...excited wasn't the right word. He had something wonderful to show, Lí could tell that much. This was so like the wheel-swing only...grander.

In all their time together, Líknví felt she could read Fritz fairly well. Well...hoped she could.

Yet still, all this did not give her any inkling of a clue, thankfully. Fritz could be excited about so many varying things, and all of them wonderful, but it negated the necessity of their being grand to elicit such a response.

As she now let herself be lead, fully trusting and even excited herself now, Lí smiled fondly at Fritz's back, and where he couldn't see. Oh, she loved him so much it was threatening to bursting out of her in a bout of joy at times, and had!

She thought she felt something herself, and glanced up same instant as Fritz, but still he detected the identity first. Oh, a shower.

Not...a bad thing, and she'd been caught in plenty in her varying time Outside. Not that first day with Kvas and Rian as a tiny Dwarfling though. Thankfully that day had remained clear*. No, her first shower of rain ever experienced had been on that flight from the Grey Mountains. Without either with her.

It wasn't a pleasant memory, and had almost ruined the concept for her. She had been between caravans, hiding out at the edge of a glade and on the look out for some other to sneak on, when the concept of the sky doing such and leaking water first burst upon her. Of all the bleakness Ered Mithrin had, that form of cold, wet and miserable hadn't been a part of it, huddled in the meager tree cover, Kvasir's cloak doing very little but becoming clingy.

The circumstances made weather, though, it seemed. She'd then seen more rain in Bree, so much of it, at times a nuisance but watching it from the windows of the Prancing Pony was different and sort of nice she supposed and, when cover was knowingly nearby, she'd explored the concept of puddle splashing.

This was sort of more akin to the first, and being truly stuck out in it, but with Fritz there it was tolerable. After shooting out his apologetic signs, he shrugged off his cloak and without a thought draped it over her, next grabbing her hand again and as they tried to beat it back.

They wouldn't of course.

Still, Lí caught as Fritz glanced back to her to nod that he had a plan. Perhaps in false bravado but...he did inspire confidence, if only in her. As she held the hood in place with her other hand (not failing to notice how drenched he was getting as a result of his chivalry!) she nodded back, whether he caught it or not.

It wasn't all bravado, though, and Fritz had spotted out a shelter, which they rushed up under and inside of. Light still seeped through both the clouds and door (but not roof thankfully, nor the water), enough for her to now get a better glance of just how drenched he'd become in safe-guarding her.

It was...so very Fritz, and it touched her deeply.

"I'm sorry Lí...This was not how I wanted it to go at all..."

As if he could control the weather! Yet seeming to pretend he could was also just so very him. Oh, how could she not care so deeply for this Dwarf before her! Every...little nuance of how he was!

Líknví shook her head with a smile. "Dan' ba'...", she giggled.

But he was, for some reason...

Lí watched, puzzled, as he kicked at the floor. All over one spoiled outing? Well, hadn't she bemoaned burned baked goods? Maybe they weren't so different. Líknví's smile over this amusing, and pleasing, thought fell a bit as his next words made a suspicion she couldn't even really fathom yet first start to creep in.

"I had it all planned out...trained birds...they were going to deliver a note..."

What was he talking about...?

What sort of grand plan would be worth...

"Oh, and as for this place, it's just an old...hunting shed and spot where falcons could be kept one time. I don't know if Ko ever used it himself, but through him I knew of it and...that it would be sealed tight enough we could wait out the storm maybe".

His next words lifted the atmosphere a bit, thankfully, and Líknví smiled softly, "Sa' na' Bar' Swala's?", she asked in no doubt very confusing, and so she gestured up to where one of the birds, a common little barn swallow, was also taking shelter, nestled asleep in the corner on one of the beams, and now that the falcons were gone, as he said.

Again, if that had ever been a thing.

Just trying to help him with her slight jest.

Fritz brushed back a section of her hair that had escaped being to wind whipped, thanks to him, but might have been mussed from under the hood, though Lí would take the touch even if there wasn't some pragmatic use for it.

So she was left slightly disappointed when he lowered his hand, afraid it was cold no doubt, and went on apologizing.

"Sorry, Lí...you probably regret following me now..."

She instantly reached over to answer him by taking the removed hand of his in both of hers, pressing it reassuringly and even bringing it up to deliver a light kiss to his knuckles before lowering it again and going on, gazing at him earnestly, "Na' a' dan' Fizz, nava'", she further assured, then giggled, "A's jas' wada', wa'l cam' a' tamara'". She liked that idea actually! Another day, just out with him.

As if to avoid, again, why he was so bothered by all this, and because they both had to be chilled, him more so, and again pragmatic aside, Líknví next stepped up to hug him and even rest against him, head ducked up under his chin.

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"Don't be..."
"So not Barn Swallows?"
"No I don't Fritz, never"
"It's just water, we'll come out tomorrow"

{*So yeah, we don't know yet much about that day hehe, but if it remains clear that will help this statement ^^}

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Re: Out to Where the Branch May Break...
« Reply #14 on: October 01, 2019, 02:18:33 PM »
Of course Lí tried to smooth over the inconvenience, for his sake...and because she didn’t know. For his part, Fritz didn’t ponder over how he had done the exact same for Líknví, and concerning the burned pastries.

”Sa' na' Bar' Swala's?". Fritz frowned puzzled, before following where she indicated, to the tiny bird. He chuckled; small but genuine, and letting some of the tension leave, and smiling again in both gesture and the loving glint to his brown eyes as he glanced back to Lí. ”Nah...”, he answered simply, trying to think of something else clever to say, and to just selfishly hear her laugh again, as was his wont...

But the cloud fell again, and choked all but a further apology from him. Líknví reassured there too, though; taking his hand up again. Her reassuring kiss worked in making him bring up his other hand to lightly cradle her cheek unafraid a bit, taking in her touching brief words, before they both let the other go, Fritz smiling that small smile Líknví still brought out.

How to tell her why coming out tomorrow didn’t work though...

This thought was pushed aside also as Líknví rested against him. Fritz immediately brought his arms up to hug her to him and, closing his eyes, he rested his chin on top of her soft hair.

He didn’t know how long he let them remain like that, because he just took in a bit, but not forgetting his mission, it becoming more and more settled! He had to ask and know!

Clearing his throat, sorry to break the moment, even for what was to come, Fritz smiled to Líknví again, but retained his hold of both her hands. ”Thanks, Lí...you’re still far too good to me...”, he smiled softly again, before glancing briefly to the barn swallow...just wondering...but no, that plan was lost now, and definitely with some random bird.

Still, Fritz didn’t let his smile fade as he glanced back to Líknví. It just was what it was now...

”And hopefully that’ll continue...”, he went on, despite it feeling like all the air in his body rushed to lodge somewhere near his throat.

He reluctantly released Líknví’s hands to wrap his fingers around the piece of paper in one pocket (after a brief wipe to ensure his hand was dry as could be). Of a mercy it was deep enough to not be wet.

The leather wrist-band in the other pocket was, a bit. Fritz pulled it enough to glance to it, discreetly, but then put it back as he faced Líknví. He would still do this as well as he could, and he needed his signs for that, so kept his hands free to aid as he went on.

"Ok, so...none of this is how it's suppose to be, and I'm sorry about that, because you deserve the...grandness I was going for with my plan, but far more than it could ever accomplish, Lí, it was...just my best try; and this isn't even that...”, Fritz shrugged, and took another breath.

”I...I could stand here, and try to completely convey how...amazing you are, but I’m not ever gonna do it justice...even though I tried before I know. You’re...so talented, at everything you do, and the stuff you don’t too I’m sure, we’ll just...never know ‘cause you don’t...but this isn’t about just cooking and sewing, that makes it sound...”.

Fritz grimaced. He was already messing this up! He tried to salvage.

”You’re amazingly smart, even if I didn’t witness you teach yourself how to make it in the world...so funny and encouraging...”, he only had to gesture to the barn swallow she’d used to cheer him up, and just in one example.

”Humble because you could have anyone you seriously put your attentions towards, and if they gave you half the chance, though a part of me is...selfishly glad they don’t”, he cleared his throat again, ”and not just because you’re unbelievably beautiful. If I...don’t talk sometimes I’m...just still taking in even now, and..add your kind, caring nature to that and...a dove is both perfect and doesn’t do it justice...”, this last was said softly as he wondered to himself just what he was doing! Insulting Kvasir’s nickname!

Yet he trusted Lí to understand his best try, as ever...

"I still don't deserve you, Lí, but...I also can't go on without asking if...if you'll always be there...not in caging I promise! I promise with all my heart, just...because I'd have that smile of yours ever aimed my way...". As he broke off, with another awestruck smile, Fritz finally pulled the wristlet and paper, and, keeping his hands cupped enough to guarantee all the secrecy he could, he tucked the paper up under the wristlet, and held both, or just the one out, as he faced her again, and hit a knee as he held it (and...his everything!) out to Líknví.

“So...it’s not a ring because I know you like simple accents far more, but I carved it myself, because that's the only way to ask you such a question as if...if...”, suddenly Fritz couldn’t say the words, ”it’s-on-the-paper”, he rushed, holding it out again.


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