Exton

Chloe's wings are flapping furiously as Ob holds her up, balanced on the palms of his hands. She coos and giggles as he carefully lowers her to where Pandora can easily pluck her from his hands.

She is giggling, and showing them images of herself flying around the room, when the three women enter the room. He cocks his head, bestowing his most charming grin. Light from the candles flickers over the bright colors in his carelessly tousled mop. Grace sighs and Ob winks and bows.

"The greatest treasures in the world are female. I am awash in the wealth of all ages."

K'thyri looks at Raina and Pandora. "He is always like this? I thought his song about the witch being dead was silly, but is he always a fool?"

Pandora chokes and rolls her eyes as Chloe giggles. Grace covers her mouth, watching Ob for a reaction. His pale blue eyes flash as he stands to his full height. His face is grim as he stares at K'thyri. Raina stifles a grin, but takes a step away from the wyldfae.

"*Una hermosa silvestres, I am always charming and silly to the wonderful woman of the world. Were I not, my Mujer would turn me into stone." A grin creeps across his face, "Oh... wait... I do that to myself... every morning."

Pandora grins and swats Ob. His arm snakes around her waist and he pulls her close for a kiss. She blushes as she feels his tail wrap around her leg. The tip brushes back and forth between her thighs, making her shiver. His thoughts touch hers. No one can see, mi amor. Only you know what you are feeling. She sighs into his kiss and he pulls back, a smug look in his eyes.

"Um Obsidian?"

Grace speaks softly, not really wanting to break an obviously intense moment. Ob turns, easily balancing Pandora as it throws her off balance. Chloe giggles, thinking of Tante Silk and dancing. Ob bows, still holding his wife and child close.

"Si, Grace?" She looks at Raina, who is laughing quietly. "Oh, yes... Raina, before we leave, would you like help with the flesh  of your leg?"

Raina drops into an empty chair, extending her aching leg. "I didn't see what you did in the other realm. What would you need to do?"

Ob kisses Pandora again, then kneels beside Raina's leg. His hands slide over the tender wound, feeling the indent where the flesh has not filled in. He traces a finger over the forming scar. "It will hurt... I will have to slide the blade into the healing flesh. It won't help the infection, but it will speed up the regrowth of healthy flesh."

He hums a tune and there is a flash under his shirt. K'thyri's hand wraps around the hilt of her sword. Ob looks at her hand and leans back from Raina's leg. His face is calm, but there is a seriousness, something rarely seen, in Ob's ice blue eyes.

"Only if Raina wants it, Mistress K'thyri. I will not call Allah's Light unless Raina wants it. But it is telling me we can help, can lessen the time it would take to recuperate from this type of wound."


*Beautiful wild one