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Orchard Path:

The orchard valley stretches out for many a dragon length and is lined with trees of redfruit and citron. The two crops sit in their designated area, separated by a dirt track the leads through the center. Smaller tracks lead of the large one, venturing in between the rows of trees for easier access for those who harvest and tend to them. Baskets are stacked at the entrance of the orchards, awaiting the harvest.

A wooden fence surrounds the area, made from strong and durable wood. Beyond that is a short league of swaying grasslands before it reaches the dense forests. A fresh fruity smell hangs in the air, adding a nice touch to the mix of vibrant colours before you.

Currently the trees are dotted with ripening fruits, indicating that summer has arrived.

  It is an autumn afternoon. 

To the west, you see two people.

On the perch are Jadek and Dyran.

You notice Setrina and Jasla asleep here.

Obvious exits:

Gardens

Alain walks in from the Flower Gardens.

Miralwyn is led in by Alain.

 Alain drags Miralwyn along by one hand, promising over and over, "It's not much further, I promise..."  And finally he stops, pulling the folded blanket out from under his other arm (which incidentally has a basket hanging from the crook of it's elbow) and does his best to spread it on the ground under the trees.  "It's not the best for seeing the stars, but it's nice as it's so cool in the evenings."  He explains, waving a hand around the orchard and flopping down onto the blanket, giving Miralwyn's hand a little tug to get her to follow suit.  "I have--" he opens the basket and begins digging in it, "--bread, some soft cheese, couple of redfruits, sweetsticks (read as: comfort food) and...juice."  He shoots her a wink upon citing the juice, indicating that it is certainly -not- juice.

 Miralwyn sighs, and sinks wearily to blanket in a small but graceful heap.  "Alain, you're a mystery to me."  she admits.  "You act like a complete ass half the time, and then the other half... you take me on picnics.  Even when I've been doing my best to make you go away."  The intense hours of work after the latest Fall have left her introspective, it seems, and too tired to make more than a token effort at keeping her outer shell in place.  She deigns to take a slice of the soft cheese and nibble on it, leaning back on her elbows.

 Alain frowns down at the basket.  "I forgot cups.  Well--" he cheerfully shrugs, "--we'll just have to drink from the flask...if it doesn't bother you of course."  He eyes her a little evilly, "They say it's like second-hand-kissing..."  Oh, yes, he's male, what ever else he may be.

 "Considering the fact that we've gotten a little beyond second-hand..."  allows Miralwyn with the lightest trace of a dry drawl.  "I don't think I'll object.  You didn't have cooties at your last physical, right...?"  She reaches out a hand for the flask as her eyes look out over the middle distance.

 Alain hands the flask over readily--after taking a sip--and grins at Wyn over it.  "Yes we have."  Said very matter of factly.  "And no...no cooties, yet...but I'm working on it." he adds with a jovial wink.  Oooh...Alain's in about as good of a mood as his player and since his player is in way too good of a mood...be afraid...be very afraid!

 Miralwyn takes a sip and lets the warmth of the liquor spread over her, unstringing a little more and letting the sharp flashes of memory blur into something a little softer.  "Working on it... So how does one go about catching cooties...?"  she inquires.  "I thought that was something that only the opposite sex had."

 Alain chuckles, "Well...it's dormant, see...you can only get it by coming into contact with someone of the opposite sex."  He peers at her appraisingly for a moment.  "I could show you...but...well..." he leans a little away, looking uncertain, and begins to fidget with the basket...avoiding her eyes.

 Miralwyn lowers the flask and props herself up on one elbow, eyes searching Alain appraisingly.  Coming to some decision, she leans forward, wrapping one hand around the back of his head, and drawing him closer to her.  She leans more forward still and whispers in his ear, her breath warm against his cheek.  "But what...?"

 Alain blinks at Miralwyn in surprise--not looking the least uncomfortable, but shock isn't too far away from exactly descriptive.  He blinks at her again, and then shrugs lightly--nonchalantly.  "Well...I just...didn't think you really wanted to get cooties.  Of course, it's not a bad thing to get, I hear...some people like getting cooties."  And he moves nary an inch toward her...nope.  Stays perfectly still.

 Miralwyn continues to regard Alain steadily, propped on her elbow and leaning in towards him.  "Call it... educational."  she murmurs, the tone for him alone, although who else is in the glade to hear?  Miralwyn's weyrbred.  She's had cooties before.  "So..."  she inquires.  "Shall we experiment?"

 Alain quirks an eyebrow at that.  "Experiment?"  He chuckles slightly--thank goodness the shadows hide the blush in his cheeks.  "You know, you're the second girl I've ever kissed...and the other one was more like...this--" he leans forward slightly, and just barely brushes his lips against her's.  Very much a 'friends kiss'.

 Miralwyn shakes her head.  "That's not a proper kiss at all."  she muses, with the air of one judging a work of art.  "This is how a kiss should be."  That said, she takes her hands and draws his face to hers, placing soft, gentle kisses on the edges of his lips, steadily growing stronger, almost teasing, as she traces the edge of his ear with one finger.

 Alain hesitates just a split second, and then raises his hand to hers, gliding his fingers lightly up her arm to her shoulder, and then down to her waist.  His lips move lightly against hers, parting slightly so that his tongue can trace along her bottom lip in an almost questioning movement.  His hand, meanwhile, tugs her waist a little closer, his eyes falling mostly shut, lashes brushing at his cheeks.

 Miralwyn gives a soft sigh and presses up against him, her free hand slipping beneath the edge up his shirt to caress his chest as she deepens the kiss, her mouth searching almost hungrily over his, nibbling gently at his lips before tracing a path along the hollow of his throat.

 Alain emits a little purring sound as Wyn's hand slips under his tunic, and his hand tightens on her waist...and finds it's own little path up under the hem of her tunic to trace lightly along the skin of her lower back.  He tilts his head back a little as her lips move to his throat, and slips his hand a little further up her back, then in a quick motion, rolls back and pulls her foward on top of him so that his other hand can traipse along her cheek and then encircle her waist.

 Miralwyn nestles in closely, her hand now gently loosening the laces of his tunic as her kisses grow in urgency, a pause in them only to nibble at his right earlobe, and offer a still-teasing lick, before returning to nibble his lip, her tongue doing some exploring as well as she continues to loosen his clothing.

 Alain really is very versatile...he can be on bottom...or--flip--he can be on top.  And he rolls, supporting Wyn's back and pushing the basket aside, and pulls away just long enough to drag his tunic off and toss it to the side, before lowering himself back, and tilting her face up so that he can press a line of kisses along her jaw.

**Fade to Black**

And as the stage lights move upwards and the curtain draws back, Miralwyn lies snuggled up against Alain, one hand still resting aganst his chest with a langorous ease.  "So..." she muses in a low whisper.  "Would you say this experiment was a success...?"

 Alain's eyes, which had been closed, open with a snap...and drag a blush along Alain's face with them.  "Um..." Ahem.  He chuckles.  Nervously.  "Yes?  I mean...it's...very...different."  Blush.  Blush blush.  "And...you?  I mean...you're...okay?"

 Miralwyn chuckles quietly and leans forward to place a kiss on the tip of Alain's nose.  "You're cute when you're blushing..."  she drawls, before giving a warm smile rarely seen on Wyn's face.  "Never better..."  she allows.  "And yes, I gather it would be different.  Was this your, ah, first time with a, ah, female?"

 Alain coughs lightly and nods.  "Yes...and...um...Nevermind."  He wriggles a little, adjusting his arm around her, and still blushing clear down to his shoulders.  Then, something seems to occurr to him... "Oh Faranth!  Did...I mean...are you...did you..."  Ack!  "I mean...I'm on the red stuff...are...you?"

 Miralwyn soothingly begins to rub at Alain's shoulders, an odd smile on her face.  "Hmm, you weren't so nervous an hour ago..."  she muses.  "It's all right, I've been on the green stuff since I was thirteen, just in case.  Just relax..."  she purrs.

 Alain takes a deep breath...and tries to relax.  After a moment of uncomfortable (to his ears, anyway) silence, he asks, "Are you going to punch me again?"  He shifts a little, as though getting ready to jump up and run if she says 'yes.'

 Miralwyn laughs.  "No."  she says simply.  "I wanted this as much as you... trust me, don't think you could get me to do this against my will."  With her normal stiff facade gone, Alain is getting a priviledged glimpse of the Inner Miralwyn. 

 Alain relaxes somewhat and chuckles, "Hey, who says I wanted this...you seduced me."  He wrinkles his nose and tries to hide a grin by messing with his braid.  "You just...hopped on me."

 "I seduced you?"  inquires Miralwyn in mock-surprise.  "Surely you jest, sir.  After all, wasn't it you that packed a romantic meal for two, and led me off to this rather... secluded corner of the gardens..."  Her fingers lift from his shoulders, and dance a tickling path up his neck as she speaks.

 Alain cringes away from her tickling fingers.  "Hey!  No tickling...tickling is evil!" he insists, grabbing her hand and planting a kiss on the palm.  "And yes...I was just going to...give you a...er...footrub.  Yeah.  And I thought you might be hungry!"  And...the blanket?  "And...I...was...um...thinking the ground might be wet."  After thread.  Right.

 Miralwyn's eyes sparkle with sheer mischief, and she frees her other hand to tickle some more as the first is trapped with a kiss.  "Oh...  and if your intentions were so honourable... why couldn't you do that back at the hall?"  she queries.  "Besides, for an unwilling victim, you're sure a damn fine kisser."

 Alain wriggles away from the tickling hand and blushes at the kissing comment.  "I...had a good teacher." he murmurs, still blushing.  "Which...um...I hate to bring this up now, but...I don't want you to think...I mean..." No, he can't get a full sentence out.  Not even when he's not embarrassed.  "Well...I...am in love with...with someone else...and...um..."

Miralwyn lifts a hand.  "Alain..." she begins softly, interrupting. "Regardless of what your experience with girls has been, we're not all hopeless romantics.  I'm certainly not in love with you, and I don't expect you to suddenly swoon at my feet, so let's just treat this for what it was."

 Alain heaves a relieved sigh and nods, and actually grins.  "Thank you!  It's not just that you're a girl...I've...had trouble with that once or twice before."  And now it's his turn to run his fingers over her stomach--tickling.  "So...you do this for fun?  I mean...treat guys like crap, make fun of them, punch them...and then sleep with them?"

 "It's a hobby."  allows Miralwyn, her deadpan tone ruined by the occasional soft squeak at the tickling, her hand latching onto his wrist and raising his hand to her cheek.  "No...  You simply intrigued me, as I said earlier.  And."  A wink.  "You did challenge me to get to know you better..."  she drawls.

 Alain coughs, again, that little embarrassment-covering sound.  "I...didn't really have this in mind originally." he murmurs, cupping his fingers around her cheek and shifting to drop another kiss on her lips.  "How do you do that by the way...I mean...with a guy you...well...there's not as much...um...control..."

 Miralwyn arches an eyebrow.  "And I believe that I told you you might find more than you bargained for, with me..."  she purrs, before kissing back, and nuzzling at his neck.  "And control...?  I think it's more a matter of anatomy and mentality"  she muses, sounding far too scholarly for the situation.  "And partially..."  a laugh.  "Partially, it's just me."

 Alain blushes a little more.  "I...see...I mean, I have three sisters...but I didn't know you could do that..."  Ahem.  And he casts about a little desperately for a new topic.  "So...we're...gonna get in trouble...if anyone figures out..." *blush*  Heh heh.

 Miralwyn's eyes twinkle impishly.  "I should hope you'd not learned that from your sisters," she smirks, before leaning on an elbow again, and tugging the blanket a little closer about her before addressing the issue of Getting Away With It.  "Most likely.  First offense for me, so I'd get off all right.  You, on the other hand..."  she trails off, the twinkle reappearing.  "I don't know about you, but I think I'd like to avoid publishing the results of this experiment until we're both of a rank to do so."

 Alain nods quickly, "Oh, I agree...I mean...about the not letting on...Not the 'first offence' part."  But he sort of suspects she already knew that.  "I'm not...even...really a healer, yet...no oaths." he explains, doing his own tugging at the blanket around Miralwyn, then folding his free arm under his head as a makeshift pillow.

 "Lucky you, then."  allows Wyn dryly.  "I think I was un-Oathed for about a week, and I didn't break a single future rule in that time.  Such a pity..."  she muses.  Although she doesn't seem very repentant about this current rule-breaking at all.  She leans back on the pillow of his arm, and gazes up at him.  "As comfortable as I am, and as nice as it is to be able to relax with such charming company, we'd probably better think about heading back to the Hall soon."  she notes, not making a single move to rise.

 Alain nods, peering up at the shadow of the leaves.  "Mm-hm."  Aww...how cute...he's already not listening to her!  He chews on his lower lip for a moment, then turns his head to peer down at her.  "We should break more rules." he murmurs, a twinkle in his eye.

 Miralwyn nestles in against his chest, the blanket keeping the majority of any nippy breezes at bay.  "Yes..."  she allows, not really minding that her suggestions gone unheeded.  "I think we break rules well together...  But, enthusiasm from my poor unwilling victim?  Tsk, I think you did have a little fun..."

 Alain shakes his head quickly, expression remaining serious.  "Nope.  It was awful...torture.  In fact, if you did it to me again, I think you really might ruin me for life."  He chews on his lower lip, again, just barely hiding an impish grin, and shrugs, "I mean...it's not like I could actually stop you...You're so much stronger than me...and bigger...lots bigger."  *snort*

 Miralwyn laughs, and, taking a grip on Alain's shoulders, rolls over on top of him.  "Well  I'm sure I could make it much, much more torture if you're not careful, you know."  purrs the petite young woman, bending her head to kiss him.  "But you can try to resist, if you want..."

 Alain isn't blushing...really...it's just the shadows, though he shifts his hands to her waist with a nervous-sounding chuckle and a good-natured grin.  "Riiiight...I'm sure you could, ma'am.  You're the last person I'd ever want to contradict, you know..." and he shifts his position, rolling them both so he's on top...trust me, he's stronger than he looks.  "...but I think maybe you need to be tortured for a while..."  Heh heh...

 **Fade to Black Again. Darn energetic kids... **