After spending some free time collecting herbs and flowers, Klaern sat down next to a tall tree, separating her different herbs for drying and using twine to bundle them together. Glancing upwards at another tree, she spied two birds. As she watched, a male bird strutted and showed off for it's mate, wings aflutter, feathers ruffling. It's female mate bobbing her head to his dance. Klaern was in awe of their carefree moment in their tree, two small creatures entwined in the rhythm of life. No matter how long she lived, Klaern knew that would always feel wonder at nature and its beauty.
The wood elf lost track of time, her hands busy with their task of caring for the herbs she just collected, her mind busy with flighty thoughts of life and the awes of the natural world. She hardly noticed that it had gotten dark until she heard Bruynzeel's call to her interrupts her internal reverie. Tucking away the last of the herbs into her pouch, Klaern stands, taking notice of the sound of crickets and cicadas and the twinkling of fire flies. She hurries to wash her hands and face in the small stream, before joining Bruynzeel inside.
She opens her mouth to say hello before she turns the corner and steps into the candle lit room. Instead, her eyes light up and a smile warms their gleam. She can feel her pulse race, cheeks warming with a blush from the candle light, a soft gasp of happiness escapes her lips and she whispers, "Zeel, how beautiful. Dinner for two. You really are spoiling me." Her eyes taking in the food and wine, the way the table is set so delicately.
He smiles and helps her to her seat, taking her pouch and hanging it on a hook before coming back around and taking his own seat across from her. Klaern is enchanted. How this Khajiit manages to do all that he does and so exquisitely, the cuts of the vegetables are perfect, dainty even. She can tell he has taken his time to prepare their meal and it truly means a lot to her. "Thank you Zeel." She says, smiling and blushing. Her entire being rejoicing in this moment with him, knowing he has done all of this for her.
The dinner is laced with flirtatious looks and blushes, the kind of small talk that is light and playful yet meaningful in the moment. Klaern is sending him light and soul felt signals of yearning as the smell of sandalwood breezing in on the cooler night's air wafts around them.
At one point she places her hand over his paw as he is telling her about one of the last times he was here in this camp, looking into his eyes, all her attention hanging on his every word. He seemed to falter for only a second before continuing his tale. Her confidence and sultry mood quite apparent as they finish their meal together.
