The Two Moons

Day Out

Isa sat quietly watching Rose from acrose the carriage. She watched as Rose looked excitedly out the clear Crystaline window and between the velvet-crimson-hued curtains at the frost-covered grass of the pack lands. Smiling to herself at the sight of the excitedly large smile plastered upon Rose's lips, a beautiful sight rarely seen. Her smile was infectious, causing Isa to smile at herself and the loveliness that sat before her. Making a mental note to check in with the guards as well as Erik for a status update on the Eden Moon Pack and what information was found about her beautiful mate. Her eyes wondered down the silhouette of the perfect creature across from her and the sight of her in a dress that looked as if chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. Isa's gaze couldn't help but note how the sage green velvet of the dress clung to Roses form. The way her supple cleavage peeked out of the golden trim, or how it was perfectly tailored to her small waist and flared out upon her lush hips and fell around her feet in a lavish puddle. She smirked at the annoyance Rose had felt that morning as she insisted on the cream-colored fur cloak draped around her shoulders for fear that she would get cold. Olivia had done a fine job, insisting that Rose wear a new pair of black leather boots and soft wool socks to keep in the warmth. She thought back to how Olivia had woven her own magic, creating an intricately braided up-do to keep Rose's hair in place while letting soft curls fall around her shoulders.

Isa was pulled from her own thoughts by the sound of Amber's raspy voice echoing through her mind,

"Isa, do you smell that?"

Isa sniffed the air as the carriage rolled to a stop, "Wolves ... another pack by the smell of it. We are on neutral grounds though, and the Fae do not take kindly to those who would cause distress on their lands."

Amber let out a soft growl in response, stating the obvious,

"I know, but there is a certain scent that is just rubbing my fur the wrong way. I can't seem to pinpoint why, but I have a feeling we need to keep on our guard for the time being."

Isa nodded her head in agreement, "I understand, if needed, we will shift and I will let you take front."

Satisfied, Amber purred softly, flashing a quick picture of Rose in her tiara and wedding ring across the forefront of their mind before taking a backseat to watch through Isa's eyes. Knowing exactly what Amber was getting at, she opened the small velvet bag, reaching in and pulling out the new tiara and ring they had ever so painstakingly designed and let the jeweler bring it to life. Without a second thought, she reached across, taking Rose's hand into her own and sliding the ring onto her delicate finger. Isa watched as Rose looked down, a small gasp leaving her lips at the sight; the oval cut emerald sat encircled by small pink pearls atop a thin band of rose gold, catching the light and casting rainbows upon the interior of the carriage.

"Oh Isa! It's absolutely beautiful, It even matches the necklace you gifted me!" Rose's other small hand grasped the necklace sitting upon her pale chest in excitement.

Isa smiled softly, her heart skipping a beat at the sight, "I wanted you to have a ring that fits you perfectly my dear. And I know you are not a fan of the tiara that was given to you, so I had the jeweler make you a new one that will hopefully fit you better."

Picking up the tiara from the seat beside herself, the thin band of rose gold held intricately entangled flowers, a small pink pearl at the center of each. An oval cut emerald rested within the delicate filigree pattern at the top, flanked by two oval cut sapphires on each side-perfectly balancing the delicate yet richly woven tapestry of metal and jewels. Leaning forward, Isa nestled the tiara into Rose's hair, smiling at how perfectly it sat within the shining dark gray hair of her little she-wolf. She sat back satisfied at the sheer excitement that graced her mate's perfect face.

Isa watched as Rose sat upon the floor of ther carriage and laid her head in Isa's lap. Rose's face lay on the warm tan fur of Isas cloak, her eyes closing with a soft exhalation. Isa gently ran her fingers across Rose's cheek and smiled down at her.

"Come my dear, as beautiful as you are on your knees, we are here to have a worry-free day together." said Isa with a smirk at the sight of the bright pink that crept across Rose's cheeks as she looked up at her. Helping Rose to stand first, and following suit after, Isa banged on the roof of the carriage, signaling for the doors to be opened. Almost immediately, the door opened, Isa stepped out onto the snow-covered grass and pulled her hood up to cover the crown nestled into the braided bun atop her head, leaving only two well-placed tresses to frame her face. Closing the clasp on her cloak to cover the silken gray corset adorned with the tell-tell crystal and sapphire brooch of her pack. Pushing her gray silk-covered arms though the hidden slits on the cloak, she fixed the front to hide the black leather pants fitted to her hips and black knee-high riding boots that adorned her feet.

Reaching up, Isa took Roses' hand into her own, helping her out of the carriage before closing the door behind her. Isa pulled Rose's hood up to cover the tiara and fixed her cloak, ensuring that the warmth would stay within. Looking over at the plain clothes guard, Isa nodded to him before taking Roses' hand into her own and walking into the town. The guard traveled at an unnoticeable distance behind them weaving through the thickening crowd yet keeping a close eye upon his two Lunas. They walked leisurely hand in hand down the bustling streets of the city, stopping at storefronts and stalls. The town was filled with shops for every need, from foods and general goods to the finest blacksmith in the area. They walked with no goal in mind, only focusing on the moment and the dazzling goods sitting in the front windows of each store. Stalls wafted the rich smells of perfumes and oils through the air, baked goods mixing in to create the most unforgettable aroma in the air. The sounds of distant tavern music mingled with the voices of those around them created a Stoic environment, leaving the air thick with excitement and the sound of laughter.

After a few hours of window shopping and weaving through the crowded streets, it was decided that the smell of good food was now too much to pass up. Rose let her mate know that she would return shortly, informing her of the need to wash before eating. Rose had mentally noted the placement of the nearby wash station when they had gotten close to the taverns and turned quickly, walking down the side street across from the tavern. Isa watched as Rose disappeared into the crowd, their guard following not to far behind as they exchanged a brief nod before he too disappeared. Isa walked inside the tavern whose name she noted as "Le Blostma Plante" and found a table near the back corner away from prying eyes. Before Isa had even made herself comfortable, the smell of dandelions hit her senses as delicately long fingers sat two glasses of a fruity smelling mead upon the table. Looking up, the smiling face of a young woman greeted her, sun-kissed skin held an unknown age of the Fae that towered before her. Isa noted how the woman's dandelion blond hair draped wildly around her waist, small flowers strewn within the tangled mess glowed in the sunlight. Her deep-set large eyes glowed a soft orange with a wild look beneath the surface that was nothing short of unnerving and very out-of-place above her simple cream and blue tavern dress with the side tucked scandalously into her thigh garter. The woman smiled, showing a row of pointed sharp teeth nestled behind soft pink lips.

"Strawberry mead for ya highness and her blushing bride, house special today is rabbit stew with a side of greens and a plate of fresh bread." Said the woman.

"Perfect, thank you bright one. And may I trouble you for a pastry as well Miss ..." Isa's voice trailed off.

"Lavender pleased to meet ya! And no problem, I'll have it out in just a few ma'am, ya need anything. Just holler for me!" Said the tall woman as she sauntered off behind the kitchen doors and ducked into the doorway.

Isa giggled lightly at the sight and sat back, making herself comfortable in the large cushioned bench-style seat and took a glass from the table, sipping the sweet nectar. The Fae always made the best mead.