A Warder and his Aes Sedai, a continuing story

[Bursius]

I a writing a continuing story about a Warder and his Aes Sedai as they travel around the WoT world.  She, Booful, has missions to carry out at the behest of the Amrylin Seat, and of orders from the Head of the Green Ajah.  He, Bronto, a former member of the Band of the Red Hand, guides and protects her as she carries out her tasks.  Parts 1 and 2 are already posted in the Warders Guild, in the thread, "I saw a Streak of Green".  I am moving them here where they will be more accessible to the rest of the White Tower.  Enjoy.  Part 3 is due out this weekend, and the story could concievably continue all summer long.

[Bursius]

Once upon a time there was a warder named Bronto and a Green Ajah sister named Booful.  They were bonded together in an emotional ceremony on a sunny afternoon high up on the summit of Dragonmount overlooking the city of Tar Valon and the White Tower, the center of activity of the Aes Sedai organization.

 

Through their bond, the thoughts and feelings of Booful were normally transmitted to Bronto, who always knew how she was feeling, and what she might want him to do.  On this occasion, she shielded her side of the bond, preferring to work some thoughts over in her mind without the distraction of sensing Bronto fretting about not having had a chance to shave that morning.

 

Booful was a third year sister of the Green Ajah, Andoran by birth, and Green Ajah by right.  She was 21 years old, standing 5 ft. 8 in. tall, 118 lbs. with long blonde hair, colored like straw, normally worn on a braid reaching down her back nearly to her skirt.  Her eyes were blue and her nose was pert.  She was slim, with a youthful hourglass figure, a thrusting prominent bust, and a firm bottom, made to be in a saddle.  She spent her youth riding everyday and caring for the family's many fine horses.  She could ride in the saddle by day, and dance in a palace all night long, still full of energy and exuberance.

 

Bronto was raised in Kandor, a nation on the edge of the blight, often having to defend itself from assaults by trollocs and myrrdraal.  Bronto was the son of the captain of the guard of the capital city of Cachin.  He stood 6 ft. 6 in. tall, 195 lbs, with short blonde hair and blue eyes, a chiseled look to his face, with a prominent jaw line. His broad shoulders, washboard stomach, and athletic body were typical of the kind of hard persona found training daily about Kandor.  Bronto held the title of sword master, and his sword is a heronblade.  Since he was 10, Bronto had used his sword to his advantage against trollocs, brigands, and troublemakers of every stripe. 

 

Booful met Bronto when she was sent by the head of her ajah to investigate the disappearance of 2 retired sisters who had previously functioned as the eyes and ears of the Green Ajah in Kandor.  Booful originally intended Bronto to be no more than a handler for her pack animals, until one night when their party was attacked by highwaymen, and afterward when the dust had settled, 12 bodies lay at the feet of Bronto, who, himself, suffered no more than a scrape to his forearm, easily healed by Booful.  A search of the saddlebags of the thieves turned up a small fortune in jewels and gold.  Bronto beheaded each thief and impaled its head on a stake, set out by the road at Booful's orders, to warn those who might be tempted to seek out a living at the expense of travelers along this road. 

 

The two of them set out on horseback from Tar Valon at sunrise, crossing over the bridge to the mainland, heading south toward Caemlyn, the capital of the nation of Andor, with a packet of important communications between the White Tower and the queen of Andor. 

 

As was usual, Bronto rode out front, scouting the road ahead, the road behind, and the to the flanks, constantly on the lookout for threats to his Aes Sedai and her mission. 

 

Booful rode along the road, thinking of the importance of the packet and how its contents might forever alter Andor's relationship to the White Tower.  When this part of the mission is over, she could renew her acquaintenance with many of the prettiest ladies of Caemlyn, and the daughters of many of the great families whith whom she was friendly before traveling to the White Tower and realizing her destiny was to wear the green fringed shawl of a Green Ajah sister.

 

There, up in the sky, was a raven circling overhead of her.  Quickly, she reached back into her saddle, fetching her bow from its cradle in one of the saddle bags, and strung it with the quickness and agility of one born to ride.  Reaching again for an arrow, she lifted the bow, pulled back the string, and let loose, sending the arrow up through the air, striking the raven, sending it plummeting rapidly to the ground.

 

"One less messenger for the Dark One."

 

Bronto returned to Booful at about that moment with a string of hares slung over his saddle. 

 

He smiled and gestured with his head,

 

"Nice shooting Boo."

 

"Did you find any threats along the road?"

 

"I rode down the road and out to the flanks, finding nary a soul.  The farms around here have been recently burned out, probably the result of trolloc raids, though they are normally seldom seen this far from the blight.  I scored these hares, dinner for the evening.  I found a place to camp off the road about a mile ahead."

 

The two of them camped out for the evening, unpacking gear from the pack animals, building a fire and eating the bounty of the field.  After dinner, Booful and Bronto traded turns giving back rubs, and telling stories of their lives as youth

before there were such things as affairs of state, killings, and the protection of a wonderful Aes Sedai. 

 

They fell asleep that night, he laying on the ground, wrapped in his cape, she, snuggled in his arms, huggling his manliness.

 

Early the next morning, they arose, had a breakfast of biscuits and gravy and broke camp, heading out on the horses. 

 

"I found a small waterfall last night.  We both need a shower, and there is a pool where we can swim a bit."

 

"Lead on big man."

 

Through the woods they went and found the waterfall and the pool at its feet.  She was in for a pleasant surprise.  The water in the pool was actually a hot spring, fed by boiling water from far below.  The chilly water of the waterfall

cooled the spring fed pond well enough to make swimming more than pleasent for the two of them. 

 

They ran under the waterfall, shrieked from the cold chill of the water, then dived into the hot waters of the pond, lazily paddlng to the edge, and doing then doing it over and over again. 

 

As the sun rose up over the horizon, and morning was finally upon them, they fed and watered their horses, before dressing and mounting up and heading off down the road to Caemlyn.

 

Upon their arrival in Caemlyn, Booful led the way to the palace, leaving Bronto out by the palace gates, to chew the fat with the palace guardsmen and other warders. 

 

"Hey Bronto, head on over with us to the Queen's Own.  The Band will buy the first ten rounds, and we will dice for the rest."

 

The words came from some riders of the Cavalry of the Band of the Red Hand, as the two broke with their regiment to the nod of their commander, who had spotted both Booful and Bronto the moment the two passed through the city gates.  They rode up to the palace gates, high-five-ing Bronto.

 

Bronto used the bond with Booful to ask if he could head over to the Queen's Own for a drink.  Booful received the plea and walked over to the window, where upon she saw the Band of the Red Hand, and broke out in laughter.  She admonished Bronto to be sober enough to be able to ride when she gave the order, and gave him permission to pay for a round for the Band himself. 

 

 

This is end end of the first part of the story, Ladies.  I hope you have enjoyed it so far.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Bursius]

A Warder and His Aes Sedai, part 2

 

Booful entered the palace grounds and strode purposefully up to the gates to the palace itself.

 

"I am Booful, a sister of the Green Ajah.  I request an audience with Queen Bodica concerning an urgent matter."

 

The Captain of the Guard responded,

 

"Queen Bodica is expecting you and will see you right away."

 

"Guardsman Jon, Escort this Aes Sedai to the Caterpillar Room at once!"

 

"Yes Sir, at once!", replied Jon, snapping his heels, and standing ramrod straight, even though he was already ramrod straight.

 

The guardsman led the Aes Sedai down a series of corridors, and staircases, being careful to step briskly and with purpose, yet not to appear to hurry the lady. 

 

Guardsman Jon and Booful paused in front of a pair of massive double doors carved with larger than life caterpillars in a leafy tree.  The doors were guarded by two guardsmen, dressed identically to the one escorting Booful.  Guardsman Jon and the two men at the door all snapped to attenion, though they clearly were already at attention. 

 

Guardsman Jon announced sharply,

 

"Lady Booful of the Green Ajah of the Aes Sedai has an audience with the queen."

 

The two guardsmen at the door turned on their heels so they were facing each other, and each reached for a door handle.  They opened the two massive doors simultaneously, announcing,

 

"Lady Booful of the Green Ajah of the Aes Sedai, please enter."

 

Booful strode forward, taking in the opulence of the room, the queen herself, the gold throne she sat in, and her attendents.  Booful stopped at a position in front of the queen, and curtsied deeply.  When she straightened, the queen arose from her throne, and walked up to Booful, embraced her, and Booful responded, hugging the queen in return. 

 

The queen spoke, "The matter must be quite important for Mother to send my Souvra all this way to me."

 

The two Aes Sedai embraced again, kissing and snuggling for a few moments.

 

Queen Bodica turned to her right, and led Booful to a map table, adorned with maps, lights, and goblets.  A servant stole noiselessly forward, filling each goblet with fresh cold water, then seemed to vanish as the queen gestured Booful to sit in one of the upholstered chairs, each attended by a footman.

 

Booful looked her Souvra deep in the eyes, and the queen responded.  Booful opened her packet of papers, carefully laying out a packet for herself, and a packet for the queen.

 

"As these map sketches show, there is a sizable army of trollocs and fades on its way south, we believe, with the intention of crippling Andor and its army just prior to the Last Battle."

 

Booful spread a larger map on the table, with arrows drawn on the paper, indicating where the thrusts of the trolloc army were believed to be made.

 

"This information is compatible with intelligence gathered by the Band of the Red Hand over the past 4 months." replied Queen Bodica.  "There are armies ready to march in Andor, and in each of our neighboring nations."

 

"The White Tower has assembled armies from the nations along the blight, and from Tar Valon itself to act in a pincher movement with those armies led by Andor, intending to crush the trollocs in a vise grip that will leave THEM as the ones crippled prior to the Last Battle.", responded Booful.

 

Silently, senior officers of the city guard, the Andoran army, the Band of the Red Hand, and others were led into the chamber, and now, with the signal given by the queen, stepped forward and were introduced to Booful.

 

Queen bodica announced, "Corresponding forces from the north are, at this moment, positioning themselves to initiate this battle."

 

Booful smiled, "The Battle Ajah is ready".

 

"Come Booful, let these generals discuss how to wage this battle in these chambers.  I took the liberty of having mineral baths readied and we must hasten to them."

 

The queen and Booful soaked up the mineral rich waters of the spa as they discussed matters private to their bond and to the Green Ajah.  Both sisters then snuggled together, making up for lost time as they lay about the queen's private chambers.

 

Sometime in the early hours of the following morning, a courier left the palace, proceeding at once to the Queen's Own, a respectable inn with a rowdy tavern, popular with the Cavalry of the Band of the Red Hand.

 

"Bronto, there seems to be a messenger from your Aes Sedai.  Perhaps you should put down everything, and proceed to her at once." suggested Lars, the commander of the Band's cavalry regiment. 

 

His pile of gold had been whittled down to a scant few pieces at present.  He grinned, showing his appreciation for being able to game with Bronto after a long absence. 

 

Bronto threw the dice, a winning hand appearing on the ivories once again. 

 

"It seems my luck is good tonight."

 

Bronto chugged his tankard of ale, and scooped up a rather sizable pile of coins or various vintages and metals into a feed sack.

 

Bronto turned to acknowledge the messenger.

 

"Has my Aes Sedai determined I might be able to attend her?"

 

The messenger, quite used to delivering messages to members of the Band, replied,

 

"Aye, that she is.  She said 'If the big lummox would ready the horses, we will be on our way.'"

 

Bronto and the Banders in his immediate vicinity all broke into guffaws, slapping each other and Bronto on the back, good naturedly.

 

The commander, Lars, said, grinning,  "Now go on you big lummox, save the world, and let us go back to fleecing, err, um, gaming with the infantry so we can win some money ourselves."

 

I will see all of you again once you get paid and are willing to try your luck at dicing.", said Bronto.

 

Bronto hurried out of the inn with his sack of coin slung over his shoulder, and had the horses readied. 

 

Within the hour, he and Booful were quietly leaving the city.

 

THIS IS THE END OF PART TWO OF THE STORY.  The next part is due out on Saturday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Narina Menderlin]

I don't think the Great Hall is the place for a story. Try the Illuminators Guild.

[Bursius]

A Warder and his Aes Sedai, part 3

 

As Booful and Bronto left the palace grounds, they heard the sound of rapid hoof beats, and Bronto edged the horses and pack mules off to the side of the road to let the group of horsemen pass them by.

One of the horsemen leaned out of his saddle and grasped the reins of Booful's horse, tearing past her, and dragging both the horse and Booful off onto a side street.  Booful screamed more in shock than fear, since Bronto her Warder would surely deal with the miscreant in short order.  True enough; the miscreant abruptly fell off his horse, with a medium sized battle axe protruding from between his shoulder blades.

 

Looking back toward Bronto, she saw he was just as surprised the man who fell out of his saddle, for he had a throwing knife in his hand, preparing to terminate the predator himself.

 

A man Bronto knew as Daniel, a rather shifty looking fellow, standing a little over 5 ft. 5 in. tall, of long dark hair, average build, a mustache and beard, jumped off his horse, pulled the dead man into the shadows, and began claiming any excess baggage the dead man would not be using any more.  Daniel was a scrounger and a supply officer for the Band of the Red Hand, though definitely not an axe man.

 

The identity of the axe man would never be found, for the crowd he was in scattered as Daniel pulled the corpse off the street. 

 

"A rather quick friend you have Bronto, that man could have led me far down the side road before you even reacted.", pointed out Booful, her voice chillingly neutral and her eyebrows raised pointedly.

 

"If I didn't manage to skewer him with this knife, you would have used a weave of the one power to corn hole him and throw him AND the horse both over the rooftops.", replied Bronto with a slight smirk, as he resheathed the knife he no longer had use of.

 

"If you don't watch your mouth, I'll give you the corn holing, just you see."

 

"No need to get upset Booful,", said Bronto with a hurt tone in his voice, " I was just joking around with you a little."

 

“Stand up in your saddle dearest”, replied Booful.

 

He stood up quickly, and yelped sharply as he felt a weave of air strike his hindquarters, hitting with the force of a whipping to remind him to be more vigilant in the future, for he was warding an Aes Sedai.  He dutifully counted off all 50 of the strokes.

 

As Bronto once more gathered up the horses, Booful adopted a look of Aes Sedai serenity, seemingly inside a world all her own.

 

Bronto, Booful and the pack mules rode through town using a system of side streets, where Booful could look for herbs and potions at shops along the narrow and twisting streets of the new city.  Often Booful would call a halt in front of a tavern or inn and go inside alone to talk to the proprietor or some such to conduct Green Ajah business, for these seemingly ordinary people were part of the “eyes and ears” of the Green Ajah.  Bronto would wait outside with the horses, sharpening a dagger or two, maybe having a chew of jerky.

 

His smarting bottom served to keep him from whistling at pretty ladies as they walked by his perch on the bench in front of the inn.  He looked innocently, eye brows raised, as those same ladies winked saucily at him, for he was a handsome lad with a hard chest and lean manly body.

 

A small group of city guardsmen rode by, nodding to Bronto, who nodded back exchanging pleasantries, as they did to him. 

 

Once during the afternoon, one of a group of guardsmen noticed the look of serenity on Booful’s face, and reacted with a start, exclaiming,

 

"Look there, that man is escorting an Aes Sedai witch!  Aren't you rather far from Tar Valon boy?"

 

Bronto pulled up, putting himself between the guardsmen and his Aes Sedai.  He glared at the man who spoke.

 

"Aes Sedai are always welcome at the palace.  Why would they not expect as warm a welcome anywhere in Caemlyn?", replied Bronto, looking at each guardsman, and at all of them at the same time, careful to keep his hands away from his weapons, while at the same time, checking out the armaments of the others.

 

Each of the guardsmen wore chain mail over their tunics, and breeches in the colors of the nation of Andor.  Sword swords and daggers at their waist belt, and shield draped over their saddle horns.  They each wore hip high black leather riding boots, though knee highs were more the norm.  Each man further wore his helmet, with the visor flipped back to allow its wearer an unobstructed view around him.  Their horses were without armor, for they were cavalry, though not the heavy cavalry whose horses typically wore armor plating.

 

Bronto wore tunic and breeches in the colors of Tar Valon, with a thin green stripe on each shoulder, identifying to those in the know of the ajah of the Aes Sedai he warded.  Over his tunic he wore the standard breast plate of his knightly order, the Templars, whose large Maltese crosses were known throughout the entire known world.  Bronto wore hip high black riding boots, with flaps tucked down.  Whereas each guardsman was issued a shield and short sword suitable for close order fighting, Bronto wore a long sword and carried a short bow with a quiver of arrows more suited to a knight fighting on the open plains, though he had the skills of a street fighter when necessary, for he was of Kandor, located on the edge of the Blight, a target of almost regular attacks by the Dark One’s minions.  Hidden inside each boot was a dagger suitable for throwing with a razor sharp capable of cutting deeply through flesh. He rode a white stallion, bred for stamina and speed, more than a match for any of the guardsmen's horses.

 

As the guardsmen spread out in a semicircle around Bronto, he kept his own horse in motion, protecting his flanks as he asserted the middle of the line.

 

The guardsmen noted that Bronto was a hard man, probably a skilled swordsman, by the mark of his heron blade, and the way he moved, fluidly, without excess movement.  Bronto’s shortly cropped blonde hair allowed him to clearly see those near him.  His eyes were in constant motion, though he looked seemingly in every direction, while holding the gaze of those directly in front of him.

 

While the guardsmen worked up a nervous sweat, the sheen clearly evident on their foreheads, Bronto was completely cool, his skin dry.

Once or twice, a guardsman rode close enough that Bronto's horse reached out with a lightning fast kick, striking the head of the horse of the offending man, causing the beast to momentarily stagger from the blow, often resulting in the guardsman losing his saddle, and dropping like a sack of meal into the dusty street. 

 

Each time this happened, Bronto quickly steered his horse off to the side, letting the chagrined, blushing man get back up on his horse clearly uncontested.

 

As though through a miracle, though more likely because of Bronto’s size  and skills, and the mark of his heron blade, no weapons were drawn, though many hands polished their sword hilts as each man looked for advantage, finding none.

 

Both Bronto and Booful noted that the guardsmen, normally respectful of visitors who minded their own business, were now issuing challenges to visitors even on side streets.  The guardsmen looked like they were edging for a fight, and Bronto calculated which were real threats, and which were merely followers who would run at the slightest hint that their side was losing a match.  Something clearly was causing the guardsmen to be on edge, contesting with strangers, even a lone man with a lady and pack mules. 

 

Bronto's sword now cried out for the blood of the guardsmen, Bronto softly stroking the hilt, assuring his steel it would get plenty of blood, were the guardsmen to forget their manners due to a warder of Aes Sedai.  His other side arms vibrated with equal fervor, aching to get in the fight.  Bronto kept his emotions and temper in check, and his weaponry felt his strength and subsided accordingly.

 

Booful, though a face of Aes Sedai serenity, felt all of Bronto's emotions through the Warder/Aes Sedai bond.  She even the sensed the communication between Bronto and his weaponry, though it was entirely outside of the One Power.  It was not that Bronto’s weapons were enchanted exactly, though each was incredibly old, and had been skilled in killing since before the Breaking.

 

Toward evening, they finally rode out through the north gate, riding north for a few miles before turning west.  A few miles beyond the city gates, Bronto pulled up, and began checking the supply of herbs and potions, fretting each time Booful had made a change in the amount of an herb he wanted her to buy without letting him know through the bond.  Most of the herbs were for cooking, as Bronto was an accomplished chef, capable of fine cuisine while on the road, seemingly pulling a rabbit out of a hat, when there was evident only worn boot heels.  Other herbs, as well as many potions, were for healing, for Booful, though a Green, not a Yellow, was skilled as a village healer.  A group of herbs carefully kept away from the others, were for incapacitating enemies, or poisoning them.  Fork root, and its kin were among that category.

 

Bronto rode out ahead, scouting beyond line of sight far ahead, behind, and on the flanks.  He was gone for much of the remaining light, though Booful could sometimes see him or his horse through the trees.  Each time she spoke to him of being able to see him as he moved around, he blushed briefly, though so quick was it there and gone, that one who did not hold the bond, would not be able to notice.  He kissed her, gazed in her eyes, and assured her that he let her see him on purpose, wanting her not to worry.  She would nod serenely in return to her previous thoughts. 

 

Several times, Bronto would return to her, and lead the group on a detour around something, such as a band of brigands, or a fade with a group of trollocs marching in the direction of the city.  It seemed that Bronto had taken these detours before, so familiar was he in their use and direction.  In fact, before joining the Band of the Red Hand, and long before meeting Booful, Bronto and Chel Vanin were a team of horse thieves and smugglers, and used routes such as these to work their way around patrols intent on keeping smugglers from earning an honest living.

 

Irritated, she looked up into the air, seeing a raven flying high overhead.

 

“Bloody mother huckers!”, she muttered.

 

She reached back into her saddle bags, now heaping with herbs, berries, potions, and assorted whatnot associated with being a village medium, now an Aes Sedai. 

 

“Once a healer, always a healer.” Came to mind then, an expression of Bronto’s which sometimes got him beaten, depending on her mood.

 

She fetched her bow and inserted an arrow, pulling back, and loosing an arrow, flying swift and sure toward the raven, which pulled up at the very last second.  The arrow continued on, missing the bird entirely.

 

The raven swooped down toward her, smirking openly at Booful, chiding her for missing such a easy shot, snickering as her cheeks flushed hotly, then flying off into the distance before she could let fly another arrow.

 

“Bloody mother pucker!”, she yelled out, knowing a messenger for the Dark One would be rewarded for bringing word to its master of her whereabouts.

 

From the top of the next rise, Bronto saw the exchange between the raven and his Aes Sedai, knowing he should be on his best behavior that evening, his bottom still smarting from the incident in the city.

 

He rode up to Booful, his back absolutely straight, his face neutral until their eyes met, then his best smile creeped out and spread across his face, lighting up his features.

 

“We are near where those farms we passed on the way in which seemed to be burnt out.  It might have been done by trollocs, though recent hoof prints indicate there may be brigands in the area scavenging anything of value from the ruins, so we had best keep our eyes and ears peeled.”.

 

Hearing the part of keeping her eyes and ears peeled, Booful rolled her eyes and made peeling motions at her eyes and ears.

 

Bronto, seeing Booful making these motions, temporarily shielded himself from the bond, and noted that this beautiful Aes Sedai of his had some strangeness left in her.  Women in general seem to be strange in no small part.

 

The two of them rode onward in silence, each in solitude, lost in thoughts.

 

Bronto turned off the road at the mouth of a narrow country lane which led to a small abandoned farm, whose house made of stone still stood.

 

“We will camp here for the night.  There is a stable in back, and a clean well.  I will rustle us up some grub and we will have a hot dinner tonight.”

 

When she first heard Bronto make such a statement, she shuddered, thinking he would find some grubs that they would have to choke down.  It turns out that Bronto said he would locate and kill some critters, maybe get some veggies and fruit, cook it up and present her with a delicious meal.  She idly wondered whether his neighbors in Kandor might not have been the Beverly Hillbillies. 

 

Bronto came back in with an armload of food, including 2 chickens, several large onions, a cabbage, a bowl of beans, and some apples.  He fired up the old iron stove, and while it was heating up, said, “There is a small pond out back.  I am going to take a short bath.  After I come in and start on the food, it will be your turn.” 

 

He leaned in for a quick kiss, their lips met, and they molded themselves to each other as the kiss deepened.

 

When their lips finally parted, Booful whispered, “Among those herbs I got this afternoon is a potion that will keep me from getting pregnant.”  She looked into his eyes meaningfully, and quickly patted his secret area.

 

Bronto caught her meaning, and walked out to the pond with some soap and a towel, twice bumping into trees, and tripping over a fallen log, so lost in thought was he.  Bronto stripped off, and began bathing in the pond, standing up so Booful would know he was getting washed all over.  Booful kept her serene Aes Sedai face as she secretly noted that Bronto was affording her a bawdy view of himself. 

 

She prepared the food, plucking and gutting the chickens, slicing the veggies and fruit.  She added some of her favorite herbs to the lot, knowing Bronto had the knack of turning those innocent looking herbs into culinary delight.  That is one of the perks of having a hunky warder who knew how to cook. 

 

Bronto toweled off and returned to the house, holding his folded clothes in a pile for her to clean with weaves of the One Power while he cooked.  He laid the pile next to the table as he wiggled his waggle into a smock and an apron and picked up some cooking utensils. 

 

Bronto prepared the meal, deciding to rub the chickens in herbs then brown some veggies as he quartered the chickens twice over till they were in pieces, and he manufactured with chicken wire a small contraption that would allow him to rotisserie roast the chickens as the veggies heated up in the fry pan.

 

As he prepared and cooked the meal, Booful gave him a sexy girlie show similar to the one he showed her.  He did wonder why she did not run into any trees on her way out to the pond.  As the dinner was almost ready, and Booful was on her way back to the house, he put on some tea for them to drink during the meal. 

 

“Hey Boo, you look all cleaned up.  Dinner is almost ready.”

They embraced, snuggling and kissing for the longest time.  Bronto gasped and kissed her more passionately each time she groped and fondled him, and raked her nails over him. 

 

“What did you cook me for dinner Bo?”

 

“The usual, a handful of grubs and worms – OUCH!”

 

Booful heard his reply, and then pinched him hard.

 

“We are having rotisserie chicken and herbs, with stewed veggies and tea, with peeled apples for dessert.”

 

“Good boy.” She said, a sweet tone to her voice.  Her lips pursing for a moment as their eyes met, then she took her place at the table.

 

“After you finish serving me, and clean up the kitchen, you may eat yourself.  Come to me for further instructions when all that is complete.”

 

“Yes Booful, It will be as you wish”

 

Bronto did as instructed.  He came to her later in the evening and started a fire in the hearth, warming up the room where they would sleep for the night.  As usual, they gave each other back rubs, ensuring that each partner to the bond would get a thorough massage before drifting off to sleep.  Later, after enjoying a restful evening discussing the day’s events, they laid down their bedrolls, and Bronto laid on his back, and Booful mounted him, and the two of them achieved a union, doubly pleasurable using the bond between them.

 

As she stretched in blissful relief afterward, she reminded herself to sample that one such potion she got for nights like this.  They went to sleep with him lying back in his bed roll, and she laying on him, embracing his manliness.

 

The next morning, they got up and made another union for several hours.  Afterward, they had breakfast, Bronto cooking, and Booful using the One Power to clean their clothing, blending fresh herbs to leave the clothing smelling fresh again.

 

End of part 3.  Part 4 is due out in a matter of days, and there are many more parts to the story.

 

 

 

[Narina Menderlin]

Admins, Dwyn, Mother...is this story really aloud to be here?

[Dwynwen]

I'm moving this to the public board.  We've posted Silly Stories and similar things on the public board before. 

[Bursius]

This continuing story is in its original place in the Warders Guild, in a thread called "I see a STREAK of GREEN"