Chapter 157: It''s the thought that counts part 2
It is already the end of the day by the time Pennie for heaven is done and utterly exhausted, the bridge is styled above in the Plutonian Style minimal yet elegant, Pennie even managed to get the bark of the railing to grow as the symbol of Pluto. Even If Dridil lives on Mars now she is proud to be from pluto. It has hard been very hard for Pennie to follow this kind of design scheme which is why the underside is so detailed it was her of respecting her friends'' wishes while still expressing herself through her work.
Mordrid Holds up his friend she is mentally exhausted having passed the rmended threshold for stress-rted injury. At least he managed to get a prefab design even if it is a little cheesy and simplistic the garden is what he wanted most. The fact that Pennie From Heaven made it go all around his home is fantastic. They can even around it he walks over the bridge even with Pennie From Heaven Napping in his arms it does buckle or sway. It is perfectly functional with hints of Plutonian architecture wherever he looks. The colour is just the right colour she really outdid herself here. The gardens are a homage to Pluto and her moons styled using Charon zen garden standards where the traditional earth style is to use rock and sands, she used water to create the separation. The water even overflows falling into the sea.
There are little plots of manicured gardens made because she said, "Most of these have to grow in different climates but don''t tell anyone about this dirt okay it''s my secret." Heughed so hard hearing that her big secret is a jar of dirt. Where she got the dirt is beyond him but with some magic added it can mimic the environment needed by each nt without having to build a greenhouse. Each and every flower in their garden was carefully chosen by her too. She even used her ability to forcibly grow them so that with a little bit of magic from Dridilia they would bloom for her.
Mordrid ces the one-time-use scroll, a magician from the Pike who sells temporary magic housing offered him a simple series of fetch quests that were increasingly annoying for a more permanent simple structure. Lucky for him being a Taruk his people build in a simplistic fashion. A crescent-shaped building fills thend of the small piece ofnd. It fit perfectly he made it so the back faced the east so the overlook was west and they could watch the sun together. It had the bare minimum amenities and a simple kitchen. Standing only ten feet tall the house is cosy for one as big as him and Dridlil.
Elsewhere on the Ind people were taking pictures of the bridge. From the Ocean, it is a sight for the eyes. One discerning businessman from the guild uses his raft to take couples on a short trip under the bridge and back. Other businesses all over had been started by NPPC''s and lifestyle yers. Thepetition between them making the local blurred construction site a hotly contestednd. Even the slowest of the businessmen understand that whatever took up over eight hundred meters of the western cove area was bound to be a magnificent structure.
A dark wooden carriage about as squeaky as it isfortablees up from Risen Reef Town. On a woman thin and her silhouette stronger than the will of Burning witches. Her hair is cut short trimmed on both sides. Where Taruk carvings are cut directly into her skin denoting her burrow. She like her husband a fellow man giant pushes the poorly constructed carriage to its limit. The horses neighing against the ever-increasing steepness of the hill. She arrive as her husband demanded wearing her best gown. Which for a Taruk means smander skin strapless sundress. She found it on a hunt with her friend Pennie from Heaven. The girls she trusts since moving to mars.
The coordinates he sent her to take to a bridge that was recently built and is the talk of the town. Even if she is a few hourste her husband won''t mind. She touches her carving they give her strength the pain it took to get them well worth it. The bridge makes her smile it looks like something her great grandfather would make. He was a bridgebuilder Charon and one of the few who are honoured on Pluto. She pauses admiring the rails and wood it is she doesn''t know how it is. It reminds her of home yet it is not. She walks slowly seeing a crescent moon shaped building on the small outstretching ofnd.
Before she can knock on the door, Mordrid opens the door. She is meet the smell of fresh meat being cooked over an open fire. The house is small and inviting and that smile is there. His smile has saved a thousand times from difficult days that should have broken her, to each morning as he wakes and sees she is still there. Dridil says, "Mordrid," She wanted to say more but what could she say she trying not to cry. The edging on the bridge is not something anybody could do. Most would think it is of Pluto but to her, it is something she made when she took over the family business.
Mordrid, "I know woman...Nowe you still need to name this ce. This is our new home take a look around I really hope you like it." Oh, that smile of his even if he bes a truffled pig she would know that smile. She walks slowly her carvings glowing as she ovees with emotion. FLowers as if sensing her presence started to bloom. The Red flora is more maroon and brown than red that was grown outside her bedroom made by her mother. Her pink Coronations were the first nts to not die on her in the rough pluto weather. The yellow flower shrub that Mordrid gave her on their first date so many years ago. Hydraulic Roses and Nixen Tulips are magnificent.
She turns to him stammering ever so sweetly, "how?" Mordrid points at the red and pink and white log sitting along the side of the house. It moves softly up and down. She moves towards it before realising its breathing and is her friend Pennie from Heaven. Again she asks confused many yers have been using their newfound abilities to do weird things. Right now the most popr is the pulling league where people bet to see whose pet can pull a carriage better. these kinds of contests are popr amongst lifestyle and NPPCs'' as it has nothing to do withbat strength.
Mordrid holding his wife in an intimate hug says, "does it matter my love?" She shakes her head it really doesn''t what matters is that they are here together. She smiles surrounded by hints of the past in the arms of her future.
Dridil says, "You are too good a man for me." She had done nothing to deserve someone so loving especially after what she has done. She bites back that feeling never along it surface she can''t ever tell him the truth. It would destroy him she kisses him crying and ovees and a little horny. She pulls off his shirt leading him not inside the house but onto the balcony where the sun is setting. Light Blossom is barely bright enough to provide more light than the setting sun. She invites him to her. Sundress slipped off as she made her way to the balcony.
Mordrid stunned by her beauty follows like the lovesick puppy he is. On the balcony they kiss each other passionately, she bites his lower hip. Pulling him into her hands moving like mas attracting one body to the other. She rips off his clothes he stands bare, cheeks pped by the wind. She adores him thoroughly and loves him with all her heart. He lifts her up spreading her legs to allow wrap them around him. They kiss slowly scents of Purple Uilta filling the hair an aphrodisiac from Unthers Nest.
They start to growl madly at each other and go fully at as Taruk they are much rougher than would normally be eptable to either of them. Yet they are fully enthralled with one another. The sensations they feel are exponentially heightened by the emotion of the moment. Every thrust touches new delightful areas in her. He moans out loud hold himself back. She rides nails digging into his bringing him closer to ecstasy.
Pennie From Heaven has to roll away awoken by the familiar ylist of moans and groans. They don''t even mind her being around anymore but she isn''t one to share or to watch. She has a specific person in mind for herself and has already set in ns in motion to make sure they start meeting more often.