Grayell smiled a little sheepishly at that but nodded.
Nah, it's only right you get to ask. Fire away Captain. And I promise.
He chuckled, at least they could make light of that terrible scenario. He'd like to forget that he ever brought it up... it marred the memory of an otherwise great day.
Grayell sighed and slid to the bottom of the boat. It wasn't large and mostly put him by her feet. He leaned his head back and smiled but it was a mix of emotions.
Aeryne. My wife.
He smiled for a while as the boat bounced on the waves and then stretched as if snapping out of those memories.
Grayell smiles at her laughs but a little. It wasn't humorous, it was magnificent.
Love prevails.
So my turn huh... oh wow.... shit. I really don't have anything... or maybe. This might sound odd.
You dear Captain, for all your feminine defiance, wear a perfume. It's subtle - or perhaps it's a soap... but for all my keen senses, I can't figure out what it is. I'd really like to know.
She shook her head, letting out an exasperated laugh.
It's...aha. Dogwood. It's a flowering tree that grows all over here. I take the flowers and crush them between two fingers...sort of rub it into my armor polish. Trick I learned from my dad.
It's Grayell. Sounds the same I know but is said differently. My first name is Eoihn. Get your mouth around that one huh?
He chuckled and looked at his gourd. This could be a while.
Ok so screw it, strangest sexual experienced. That you consented to willingly of course. Better yet, something that you enjoyed instead of waking up in sheer horror to.
Oh. Wow. She raised her hat and looked at him mischievously.
You're blunt. She put it back down and crossed her arms over her chest.
The elder thing probably takes the cake, but...hmm. Once...some elf twins, nobles, came to visit the town. Their father wanted to meet with mine. One thing led to another, and well...you know. She gestured vaguely.
Both sides. Maybe not strangest, but certainly....very fun. You?