Night watched Elizabeth’s face for a moment as she stared up at him in wonder. He could see her reading his face and he wasn’t sure how to react to that quite yet… she turned and stepped inside the carved tree trunk and he could hear that child like wonder in her voice. "I guess it just seems bigger once you're inside, eh, Night?" she said back towards him. Night looked around the room himself with some amazement at the craftsmanship. Seems like these days there isn’t much he isn’t surprised by. His structured world had crashed down all around him and he was forced to open his eyes to a new realm.
He stood in the doorway, watching Liz explore and touch everything in sight. He shook his head, needing to distract himself for awhile and to clear his mind. It was hard trying to clear your mind of someone when they were in the same room… so he stood at the carved window, once again amazed by the intricate work that the Spreekalings have done. He stared off at the landscape as the sun started to set deep into the horizon. His mind swarmed with things he was confused about and his deep questioning of what his inner ocean stirred for…
"Hey Night, I've got a question for you..." Liz said happily. He was startled from his deep contemplation and looked down at her. He arched an eyebrow in response to her question and as he did he noticed the pool of water in her hands, rising and *Splash!* …..instant refreshment, unexpected. He thought to himself that if she wanted to play then he’d give her the battle she requested. “Feel better now?” she asked while laughing up a storm. He crossed his arms over and stared at her, feeling a smirk crawl from the stern look he attempted.
Lizzy tilted her head to the side and poked him as she usually did, knowing that he understood her playfulness. “C’mon you. We need to get some good sleep for once. I’m tired of dirt to be honest.” She grabbed a hold of his arm and spun him around to look at the rest of the room that he hadn’t bothered to explore himself. He surveyed the area and realized that it was going to be quite comfortable in here. The Spreekalings are quite large and he was oh so thankful!
Night watched as Elizabeth jumped right on the bed in her youthful pleasure. He was always amused watching her take delight in the simplest things in life. They were all her treasures and there was nothing she could find wrong in the world. She yawned and laid back on one side. He watched her pat the opposite side of the bed, motioning to him to join her. His eyes trained on her, he felt it weird that she made the gesture just as he was about to ask her if it was appropriate. “It’s night night time!” she said as she giggled. She rolled over, stretched and found a spot that was comfortable.
Night pursed his lip to one side and sat down on the opposite side of the fine crafted bed. It was a lot more comfortable than he had imagined. His weight pressed down into it and he could feel Lizzys’ body shift with momentum. He quietly snorted a laugh and went about taking off his boots to get comfortable. She didn’t seem to have a problem with their closeness and the moral gentleman in his mind still protested. He felt like if he got too close that it would be wrong for him, being tied to a lass and being a sailor just didn’t work. He so much loved the sea and her wonders but in all his life, with a girl… no, woman like Elizabeth, he had never seen someone with so much Life in them. It was like the Sea had found her and brought them together. Was this Poseidon’s way?
He argued with himself mentally for a short time before giving up on the questions. He filed them to the back of his mind for now and laid back upon the soft mosses and petals that was the bed. He folded his brawny arms behind his head and sighed, wanting to let everything go. He could hear Lizzys’ soft breathing, wondering if she was asleep already… he listened to the sounds of the night and it soothed his restless mind. As the moon shone bright through the window he turned on his side and wrapped an arm around Liz to keep her warm. If he felt the nights briskness then he thought that she would for sure. He had hoped that he wasn’t intruding and he pulled her in tight, covering her arms with his and resting his chin above her head. She was like a small stuffed animal that a child might cling too, her body small in comparison to his.
Night drifted away almost instantly…
