These Peaceful Interludes

Artorias chuckled and shot Briar a playful smirk when she returned his teasing in turn. If there was one thing he could always count on, it was Briar would play along with his shenanigans. He watched her move with such grace as she came to nestle herself in against his side on the blanket, stretching out with languid movements that made the young brute smirk to watch her, eyes roaming down her curvy feminine form and regally braided tail. He really did love the changes she'd gone through, especially her luxurious tail when it gave his hip a teasing flick. "Oooh, be careful with that thing, my lady! You wouldn't want to miss out on our meal by tempting the good knight's virtue, would you?" He flashed pearly teeth to her in a mock innocent smile, unable to hold it together and bursting into a laugh. The two of them were incorrigible together, but he loved their relationship and wouldn't trade it for a thing. She completed him in ways he didn't even know he was missing until he was without her. Now they never had to be apart again.

"In all seriousness, I hope you like the food. I wanted to do something nice for you to show you how much I love you, and how happy I am that you're in my life, so I, uh... actually cooked it myself. I hope it's at least sort of edible, heh," explained Artorias with a sheepish smile, ears slicking back to his head in bashfulness. He'd never cooked a meal before, so learning to roast meat had definitely been a learning experience. He didn't want to tell Briar that these were his second attempt at mutton legs either, the first having come out looking more like remains after a forest fire than a dinner. As he finished unpacking the last of their food, his paw gently nudged something soft at the bottom of the bag. Brow furrowing in confusion, Artorias glanced into the satchel—then he pulled out the small cloth bag tied up with ribbon, gazing over it curiously. He definitely hadn't packed that! "What's this?" He turned his confused gaze over to Briar while he held up the bag for her to see.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"