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been for the mattress cooling itself.
He kissed her shoulder and her mind awakened, connecting with his. She rolled under his arm so she was on her back. He ran his hand up and down the silk skin of her belly and side; she turned her head, eyes still closed towards him. He kissed her softly, thinking about how perfect most every morning had been since their marriage.
She smiled and spoke softly, "Yes, mornings are wonderful. You are relaxed from a night’s sleep and still not with it enough to think of the day ahead." She rolled again, making Legon move off his side and onto his back. Draping her arm around Legon, resting her head on his chest with a kiss she said, "Just a bit longer." As he ran his fingers up and down her back he felt her mind disconnect with sleep. Again, the bed’s temperature and even firmness altered, it was almost imperceptible when this happened. Legon knew that the bed he would sleep in that evening on the Lux would be so well crafted that he wouldn't feel any of the changes either. The headboard would produce the faint sent of lavender and the air would have more oxygen, helping them to sleep soundly. The beds were a far cry from that of his home in Salmont. There the mattress he slept on was filled with a lumpy tangle of rope, now his body no longer contoured itself to the bed, but rather the bed to him, as did every bed in the Pawdin Empire.
It was in times like these that Legon wondered if it was right for the immortals to not share their technology with humanity. He knew that humans could not grow plants at will and that it was that ability that made the Elves living so much more comfortable. It was a war in his mind, but he knew the answer. Humanity grew on its own for thousands of years; it was slow but still growth. That growth stopped after the War of Generations, after humans moved into the old Iumenta and Elf cities. Early settlers had adapted mostly Iumenta tools and technology, as that of the Elves was organic and faded. But as a result humanity seemed to lose its ability to come up with new things on its own as far as technological improvements went. This pattern continued as the Elves began to work with humans again; each time the Elves would drastically alter something for humanity it was like touching the wings of a butterfly, they didn't work from that time forth. The fear was a valid one. If the immortals continued to heavily influence human ingenuity, humanity would become dependent on them. Conversely, the human lands were always riddled with war and contention, but was it not the responsibility of the immortals to step in to stop injustice? Legon wasn't sure, it was a question that he thought would be an easy one, but after years of being an Elf he was still undecided. The Great Houses did their best to walk a line between mentor and enabler, but it was a fine line that always seemed to change.
Iselin was waking again, she tried to move away from him and he held her tight. She giggled, "I need to go to the bathroom. Is that OK with you?"
Legon stopped thinking about the world and smiled. "You do huh?" he said poking a spot on her side.
She jumped, her face turned up to his eyes wide. "You better not!"
He tickled her again. "Better not what?"
She laughed. "No, that’s not funny, I really have to go!"
He felt in her mind, she wasn't lying. He grinned wickedly at her.
* * * * *
Sasha made her way on deck, heading towards the side where the Lux was. Emma was next to her and looked happy to be heading back home to Seeon. Sasha felt the same, she didn't care for violence and she was looking forward to getting away from it for a time and also to hone her knew abilities.
Emma gave her a side long glance, "Are you looking forward to seeing Edling?"
Yes, she was also excited about that too, she couldn't help but smile. "Maybe," she said and added, "Legon and I are planning on spending most of our time in the Golden City, Edling's family has a house there."
He kissed her shoulder and her mind awakened, connecting with his. She rolled under his arm so she was on her back. He ran his hand up and down the silk skin of her belly and side; she turned her head, eyes still closed towards him. He kissed her softly, thinking about how perfect most every morning had been since their marriage.
She smiled and spoke softly, "Yes, mornings are wonderful. You are relaxed from a night’s sleep and still not with it enough to think of the day ahead." She rolled again, making Legon move off his side and onto his back. Draping her arm around Legon, resting her head on his chest with a kiss she said, "Just a bit longer." As he ran his fingers up and down her back he felt her mind disconnect with sleep. Again, the bed’s temperature and even firmness altered, it was almost imperceptible when this happened. Legon knew that the bed he would sleep in that evening on the Lux would be so well crafted that he wouldn't feel any of the changes either. The headboard would produce the faint sent of lavender and the air would have more oxygen, helping them to sleep soundly. The beds were a far cry from that of his home in Salmont. There the mattress he slept on was filled with a lumpy tangle of rope, now his body no longer contoured itself to the bed, but rather the bed to him, as did every bed in the Pawdin Empire.
It was in times like these that Legon wondered if it was right for the immortals to not share their technology with humanity. He knew that humans could not grow plants at will and that it was that ability that made the Elves living so much more comfortable. It was a war in his mind, but he knew the answer. Humanity grew on its own for thousands of years; it was slow but still growth. That growth stopped after the War of Generations, after humans moved into the old Iumenta and Elf cities. Early settlers had adapted mostly Iumenta tools and technology, as that of the Elves was organic and faded. But as a result humanity seemed to lose its ability to come up with new things on its own as far as technological improvements went. This pattern continued as the Elves began to work with humans again; each time the Elves would drastically alter something for humanity it was like touching the wings of a butterfly, they didn't work from that time forth. The fear was a valid one. If the immortals continued to heavily influence human ingenuity, humanity would become dependent on them. Conversely, the human lands were always riddled with war and contention, but was it not the responsibility of the immortals to step in to stop injustice? Legon wasn't sure, it was a question that he thought would be an easy one, but after years of being an Elf he was still undecided. The Great Houses did their best to walk a line between mentor and enabler, but it was a fine line that always seemed to change.
Iselin was waking again, she tried to move away from him and he held her tight. She giggled, "I need to go to the bathroom. Is that OK with you?"
Legon stopped thinking about the world and smiled. "You do huh?" he said poking a spot on her side.
She jumped, her face turned up to his eyes wide. "You better not!"
He tickled her again. "Better not what?"
She laughed. "No, that’s not funny, I really have to go!"
He felt in her mind, she wasn't lying. He grinned wickedly at her.
* * * * *
Sasha made her way on deck, heading towards the side where the Lux was. Emma was next to her and looked happy to be heading back home to Seeon. Sasha felt the same, she didn't care for violence and she was looking forward to getting away from it for a time and also to hone her knew abilities.
Emma gave her a side long glance, "Are you looking forward to seeing Edling?"
Yes, she was also excited about that too, she couldn't help but smile. "Maybe," she said and added, "Legon and I are planning on spending most of our time in the Golden City, Edling's family has a house there."
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