Relonor's Journal

by River Gheuens

  “You are no lady, you wench. I could use a little adventure to my life, maybe have a brush with death, or a low hanging branch of a tree,” I quipped back. “Alright, at least let me get up first, please.”

  I sat up in bed as I stretched. Fine, my muscles were fighting off the need to fall back onto the bed, with the promise of sleep which awaited me. During the stretch, Vadoma’s hand went to my back, as her fingers gently flowed over the fabric.

  I bit back a moan while I squeaked out, “No! Stop it, or I will tickle you!” I held my finger of tickling up, to show the threat of tickling which could be carried out, at that very moment.

  Her hand left my back immediately, before having both hands palm out to me in surrender. “Not the Tickling Finger of Hades!”

  I cocked my head, while I looked at her sideways. “The Tickling Finger of Hades? Really, wench?”

  “It was the first thing I thought of. You know me. I do not always come up with some cool saying at the right moment. Most of the time, it is the most weird thing to say but related to something an hour ago.”

  “An hour ago. Let me see, this would have been when you were snoring into my ear. Why were you thinking of Hades, while snoring into my ear?”

  “Well, I had to snore into someone’s ear. I would rather snore into my friend’s ear, than a stranger’s ear. Then, it would be strange to snore into a stranger’s ear.” Her face looked as if we were having the most normal and serious conversation we would ever have.

  “Makes total sense,” I exclaimed.

  “Relonor, get up and get ready. I want to stare at your butt.”

  “I told you, it was not on purpose! Your butt just happened, I tell you yet again, to be moving past me. I needed something, which was moving, to acquire evidence, while I made theories from that evidence as to what was going on with my sight. It could have been anyone’s butt, but the butt was your butt.”

  I felt playful today as I jumped out of bed, while half tripping as the quilt tangled my feet up. I managed to keep both feet underneath my body, by some miracle, as I rose my hand. “I am good. I almost died there… twice.”

  She barked out laughter, “Good thing you have….”

  I had pulled my night chemise off over my head, which left me in only my underwear. I looked over my shoulder to Vadoma lying on the bed with her mouth stuck slightly agape in shock, in mid sentence. I smiled inwardly at getting that response from her.

  I threw my night shirt at her as I walked over to the shelf to retrieved another black chemise, before putting it on. I looked back to her holding the night chemise from her face, yet it was still close enough for her to smell the cloth. The look in her eyes was hazy and dreamy. Her eyes spoke to me of the things she wanted to do, with the promise of doing those naughty things to me very slowly, while having extreme pleasure in doing those things.

  My bottom lip was between my teeth, again, as I was biting it in want and lust. Then, I bit down hard on my lip as I welcomed the pain, as it broke me from the spell she was casting over me.

  My dreams are being manifested on her. She could not think of me as more than just a friend.

  I turned my attention back to my shelf, as I retrieved a pair of black pants from the shelf before slipping them on. The sight looked as if I was having a serious fight with gravity, in which gravity was about to win the epic exchange. I stood in my epic win from my struggle against gravity, as I was able to keep my feet under me while I struggled into the clothing.

  I made my way to the wash basin to filled it before washing from my face the night’s sweat. After toweling off my face, I noticed that she was gazing at me still, as she had not moved one bit, as if she was frozen like a living statue.

  I think somewhere in her brain she realized I was paying attention to her, because a smile broke out on her face. “Come over here, and bring that brush. I will braid your hair for you.” Her voice held a dreamy quality to it.

  Girl, get that Powers that Be brush and get your ass over there. Pretty sure a talking rock had said the sentiment in my mind. I am not a fool. I grabbed the brush she had pointed to before going over to her, with it in hand.

  She took one last inhale of my night shirt in her hands before gently setting it aside on the bed, as if it would turn to smoke if she rushed to quickly. She turned to my hair, as I sat in front of her. Vadoma’s fingers dug into my hair, as her fingers brought a tingle to my scalp, which left me in sinful delight.

  I sat there, as I dared not to move a muscle, as she separated my pony tail into three strands before weaving the strands together into a braid. She reached to the floor before grabbing the leather strip, which I had used yesterday, to tie my hair back. She used it yet again to tie my hair back on this day.

  I closed my right eye, as I watched with the wind, as she was biting her lip while wrapping the cord twice around the end of the braid, before tying it into a knot. She then leaned in to me a little, while she smelled my hair, as her eyes closed, as she chewed on her lower lip.

  Standing up, because I could not handle her that close to me in this moment, I went back to the shelves to look at my doublets. I grabbed one of my forest green doublets, as we would be out in the woods. I opened the doublet as I slid it on, before buttoning the front up, while leaving the top button unbuttoned. Searching through the sleeves, I grabbed the matching green sleeves.

  I stuffed one sleeve between my legs, to hold, before I slid the left sleeve onto my left arm. Vadoma was there, as she lifted up the edge of the shoulder of the doublet, to expose the loops which would tie the sleeve’s strings onto the doublet, to hold the sleeve in place. After she was done, she buttoned the top button of the sleeve over my upper arm, while leaving the other two buttons along the forearm unbuttoned. She reached down between my legs to grab the other sleeve. Her fingers gently brushed my legs, before she did the same to the other sleeve.

  “You do not have to help me. I am a big girl and can get dressed by myself,” I whined to her.

  Vadoma moved to the armor rack, to removed the bracers from the hook. She turned to me, with a serious look on her face. “I do not have to help you. I want to help you. After all, you silly woman, you will be my guardian in the wilderness. I need to make sure you are ready for a talking rock to scare you.” She handed one of the bracers to me, “And, hold this please.”

  She took my left arm in her hands before turning my wrist to point up, while sliding the bracer, which is two layers of leather with a few very thin pieces of metal between the leather, over my inner forearm. She fastened it to the top of my forearm. Retrieving the other bracer from my hands, she took my right arm, while turn my wrist to the ground, before laying the bracer over the top of my forearm, then fastened it underneath my forearm.

  She pulled the right sleeve down over the bracers, to buttoned the other two buttons on the inner forearm of the right sleeve. She turned to my left arm to wrap the sleeve around my arm, before buttoning the sleeve on the top of my outer forearm. The sleeve was inverse, so when you would fire a bow, there would be no buttons for the string to get caught on, to throw off a shot.

  I was getting embarrassed by the attention she was giving me, as she retrieved my Kikko armor, as the scales made small metal rasping noises as she carried the light armor to me. She held the vest open for me to slide my arms through. After checking the loose shoulder plates, she secured the light strap, which held them in place to my upper arms, before standing in front of me. She buttoned one button at a time down my armor, as she followed the fire in which she was igniting in my soul at how she dressed me in such a formal fashion. One in which I had never been privileged to be the center of attention.

  “Um…I can get my boots, because I am pretty sure we will both need a healer, after we are done trying to get those boots on me. And, I would like to add weapons to my weapon belt, since we are going to the wilderness,” I shakily said as I resisted the urge to bite my lip, with her eyes looking at my lips.

  “You can put your o
wn boots on, because your feet stink. There is no way I will get down there with those stinky things.” She grabbed the boots from the ground before shoving them into my chest.

  While I put on my boots in the chair, I watched as she made the bed we had slept in. She folded the quilt, before placing it over the pillows. She grabbed the chemise from the bed, before getting a mischievous look on her face, while turning around to pull her chemise off. She threw it blindly over her head, where it hit the ceiling before falling a pace behind her.

  She looked over her shoulder, then down to the chemise. “That was supposed to go further and smack you in the face for doing the same to me earlier.”

  The only words my mouth could form during the silence of the moment, with me staring at her naked back, I mean she was topless, with the milk color of her skin of her back were. “I slept in that last night, and the night before.”

  “Are you saying it is extra dirty, with your dirty little germs which smell so good?”

  My tongue had no walk about, as my mind was currently processing the fact this perfect woman took her chemise off and threw it at me. It was a good thing that at least my muscles decided they would attempt to answer the question, while they started slowly nodding my head.

  My brain finally kicked into motion. Boots. I was putting on boots. They were very interesting boots, as I fumbled to get them tied.

  I saw her in the corner of my eye, as she looked at me for a moment before turning, with a sad look, to put the chemise on. I continued to watch her, as she went to the water basin to washed her face.

  Finishing with my boots, I lifted my head, while I studied her in my night chemise. Vadoma filled the chemise better than I did; however, for the first time in my life, I was not talking down on myself. I mean, you know, being okay with my body. Vadoma thought nothing of wearing my chemise for the day either.

  She dried her face off before turning to my regard. “What is wrong?”

  “Nothing, wench. I was thinking of how well that chemise fits you.”

  “You were looking at my butt again,” her accusation was with a smile.

  “I did not look at your butt, though, I may have been looking at your bosom.”

  “What? First my butt, then my breasts? Do you have any decency?”

  I made a show of thinking, before I answered her question honestly, “When it comes to you…No.”

  Caught unguarded for the comment, she snorted while exclaiming in victory, “Finally, I have a confession.”

  “A confession in which you look good in my chemise, wench. That is the only confession I have made in this confession. I just love how it clings to your curves.”

  “You love…,” she let the two words hang in the air.

  Oh the Powers that Be, could I put my foot in my mouth any better than this? And here she is calling me out on simple words.

  “You love…,” she repeated.

  My mind was drawing a blank. She has caught me out in the open, as the complex feelings I have for this Power in the flesh form, which is here to take my breath away in one glance before setting my soul on fire. So, I did the best thing I could do. I repeated my words. “I said, ‘I love how it clings to your curves.’ Any man will drool over you with that on.”

  Her chin shot up, right before she started to nod slowly, as her face hid any emotion of the guy she really wanted. “Da, any man would.”

  The mood in the room seemed to discharge to something else. Maybe it was just a sigh from the universe. We were pretty dense then.

  I stood to retrieve my weapons belt from by the door, before stripping all the frogs from the belt, as I laid the weapons on the bed, while slinging the belt over my shoulder. I set my grandfathers saber on the left side of the bed, where it would be on my belt, and the rapier on the right side. I went to the weapons rack to retrieved the matching daggers and main gauche. I set the main gauche next to the saber, then one dagger, which would draw to the left, while the other dagger, which would draw to the right, from behind my back.

  I went to the desk, before opening the bottom drawer to pulled out two fist sized pouches from the drawer. I set the two pouches between the two daggers, which would rest at the small of my back. One pouch had fire making supplies and had a small wire saw to cut wood with, although I would get an ax from the armory, to add to my horse’s pack, for chopping wood for a fire. The other pouch held needle, thread, a few replacement buttons, a wooden thimble and a vial of my medicine.

  With the weapons laid out in the way I would put them on the belt, I took the belt from my shoulder, while I started lacing the belt through the frogs and pouches to hold them on my belt.

  When I got the rapier on the belt, I grabbed both ends in my right hand, as I brought the belt around my back. I grabbed the other end of the belt, with my other hand, before fastening the belt loosely to my waist. I adjusted to frogs on the belt to the proper places, while taking the time to check the positions of the daggers, to see if I was able to draw the daggers with ease. I tightened the belt down, thus making sure the frogs would stay in the places I had them.

  I walked back to my desk, as I was closing the bottom drawer, while opening the top. From inside the drawer, I pulled out a dark wooden box with two hinges on one side, with a simple latch on the other side. I opened the box on the desk’s top, which revealed a dark red clothed bundle inside. While taking the red cloth bundle out, light metallic clinking gently sounded in my hand, as I laid the bundle beside the box.

  I unrolled the bundle before flipping the cloth back, which was over the rolled out bundle. With the bundle open, it revealed the six throwing knives, which were hidden inside of the bundle. The metal was anodized with a black sheen. Slowly, I took out each, while placing each throwing knife into the sheaths on my Kikko armor, which were cleverly hidden on the stomach. I loved these throwing knives as they were useful weapons, while they added a measure of protection to my stomach, with their solid steel.

  “Who gave those to you Relonor,” Vadoma asked softly.

  “Papa did. He gave them to me on my sixteenth year of birth celebration. He knew I favored the light armor. You know, we had this Kikko armor made for my sixteenth year of birth celebration. Papa had asked them to make the sheaths interwoven to the armor, so they could act as a form of armor for my midsection.” While I spoke, my right hand patted the tops of the three handles, which were pointing at my right hand, along my stomach.

  “But, I have not seen you wear them with your armor, so why now,” Vadoma gently prodded me.

  The question caught me unaware. Why had I chosen to have the extra steel on me? My mind responded, you will be protecting her. What came out of my mouth was, “We will be in the field, and you can never have enough preparation prepared to encounter the unknown.”

  “What? ‘Preparation prepared?’ I am confused. How can you have ‘preparation prepared?’ Does this mean you are really unprepared for the situation, in which you think you are prepared for, but in reality, you are not prepared for the cluster fuck which will happen? Then, say something like, ‘Well, I was not prepared for the talking rock to talk to me.’?”

  My mind had to go over what she said, twice. Then, it had to think about it again, which left the room to a deep silence. Finally, my brain completed the reasoned logic, while it answered in a supremely correct response, “Yes, wench?”

  We both cracked up laughing, at having confused each other so well, though the laughter drove off the feeling which had permeated the room between my sexy wench and me.

  I walked to her bodice, which was lying on the floor, as it had been discarded at some point during the night. Gingerly, I picked it up before holding the bodice for Vadoma to shrug into the outer garment she wore on most occasions. As I turned away from her, I called over my shoulder, “You can lace up your own bosom, wench. I do not need to see those.”

  Vadoma replied with a laughing voice, “You wish you can see a bosom like these, and I would never show them to you!”

>   See, right there. Those words. She is into men. My mind thought as the truth in the statement drew a bitter taste to my mouth.

  I retrieve her sword belt from the floor, as she finished lacing her bodice up. Taking an end in each hand, while checking to make sure there were no twists to the belt, I turned around to her finishing up the knot, which rested between her bosom. I held up the sword belt out to her, as she turned around, while she pointed her butt to me. Let me tell you, I have made many studies of this butt, and it was the most perfect butt…

  “Quit looking at my butt!”

  I was caught in my observation. I shook my head as I crossed to her, before handing her the ends of the belts, from around the back of her waist. Her fingers played over my hands seductively, as she took the belt’s ends from my hands. Electricity flowed from her touch into the places where her fingers touched my flesh, which drew bumps out to form on my flesh, before racing up my arms.

  The scent of her hair filled my nose, as she found her grip on the belt before pulling the belt from my hands. Her hair smelled of a fresh rose garden in the morning, with the smell of dew on the air, which gave the roses a touch more scent than normal.

  She stepped forward out of my nose’s delight to replace her scent with the smell of nothing, as she turned to face me while asking, “Sun’s rise meal, then sun’s rise meditation, like always?”

  “Well sun’s rise meal is literally the meal, which you eat, at sun’s rise, and sun’s rise meditation suggests meditation, which is done around the sun’s rise. The time is in the right places for us to partake of these tradition.”

  “I was just asking.” She fired back to me.

  “I was just explaining, wench.” I instantly said to her.

  “You were staring at my butt.”

  “And?” My traitorous mouth said to her.

  Crap! Mouth if you wish to have this argument, please, deny everything, unless I tell you not to.

  She exclaimed, “I knew it!”

  I responded hotly, “Sun’s rise meal it is.” The finality of that entire decision coming to a conclusion. What? You do not have fights with your friends like this? You should try, as it is very fun, as it takes less time to make a decision.