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((it's ok))

Joringel played along, not really suspecting anything, but flirting along jokingly. Although he couldn't but roll his eyes and hope she wouldn't always be talking that much when they got married, otherwise he might have to find a way to block out all that small talk. Finally, when they got to the castle walls, he looked over at her and smiled, "Lady Leila, The sun has been awfully bright today, I was wondering if it has given you a headache, it's certainly given me one."

Joringel kept going, he didn't notice her change in attitude. It was subtle, and he wasn't paying intense attention to her, why would he, when it came down to it, he didn't really want to be there, and the only reason why he was doing all of this, and going through the motions was because it was what he expected of him. Although it did take a lot for him to keep his attention on the conversation at hand, it just seemed so uninteresting.

"I'm so sorry." Sorcha whispered sympathetically, her hands still playing in his hair. After kissing him again she pulled softly away, "Really, i need to get my tea." She said, it was her half-assed attempt to try and get away again. Even though she was enjoying it, it had been so long since she had kissed anyone, she still had to get used to it.

"They'll be yours too soon." He said, unknowingly putting a hint of reluctance and unwanting in his voice. Then he let go of her and spreading a blanket out on the ground for her to sit on.

"I'm sorry." Sorcha replied after a bit of silence, sitting up to look into his eye. "It must suck." She brushed a bit of hair off is face before placing a warm hand on his cheek, "How long have you been like this?"

Joringel smiled back at her, "VEry well then" He replied, Swinging off his horse and going around to hers to help her off the horse.

"Very well." Joringel replied, as he lead her them further into the woods until they eventually came to the preposed picnic spot. All around the pond was flat and clear , and the pond itself was beautiful. "What do you think?"

Sorcha let out something akin to a moan crossed with a coo and moved just a little bit closer to Liam, nestling her face into his neck. It had been a long time since anyone had seen her wings, let alone touch them, and she hadn't realized how much she had missed it. It was a pleasant sensation, like when someone else brushes your hair. "Does the coldness ever bother you?" She asked, suddenly and softly.

Sorcha grinned slightly as she bit her lip, a giggled a little, "They won't break if you touch them." She teased, settling. back onto his lap. "I promise." She leaned forward and rested her forehead on his shoulder, sighing, and wrapped her arms under his so her hands rested on his shoulder blades.

Joringel bit his lip in thought for a moment. "Well," he said slowly, "There's a, uh, pond a little ways up, that might be a good place." He looked over at her, she was pretty, sure, but she just wasn't... Well, she wasn't. He could be friendly with her, and nice, and he didn't not enjoy spending time with her, but he didn't enjoy it overly much either. It was somewhere in the middle. He shrugged inwardly, he father had told him that the kingdom should always come before the king's personal wants, but still, he couldn't help but wish it wasn't that way.

Joringel answered her question with interest, or at least seeming interest, he wasn't exactly sure which. "How far do you want to go, Princess?" He asked after a bit. They weren't quite out of sight from the castle, they could still see it through the trees, although they wouldn't be able to for long, as the forest was steadily getting denser.

When Liam was finished with the zipper, Sorcha gently pushed his hand away from her back to so that they wouldn't get in her way as she pulled apart the back and maneuvered her wings out. Although they Folded up small and laid flat on her back, they were also rather large unfolded, and hard to get out, partly because she was sitting on them. "I'm standing up," She whispered into Liam's ear, "But Don't open your eyes yet." She Pushed off of him as she did, her wings finally escaped her dress. Sorcha sighed with a small bit of relief, and stretched them. "Alright, you can look."

"Well then," Sorcha replied with a small smile, "Close your eyes and unzipped my dress." She didn't want Liam to see her wings until they were fully outside her gown, making it a slight surprise. The dress she was wearing was just simple, floor length with long sleeves and plenty of skirt room to move around in, and she had made it recently, installing a zipper instead of another closure for the sake of convenience.

"You're welcome princess." Joringel replied, mounting onto his horse with easy and started them off at a slow walking pace, to be courteous of Leila. She was a lady, making him not sure if she had ever learned to ride anything faster then a snails pace, and even though she could very well know how to gallop, he didn't want to assume anything and outpace her, as that would be rude.

((Yes, she is.))

"But...." Sorcha had started to protest but trampled off as soon as he kissed her neck. She closed her eyes, until she felt him touch her wings, and a shiver went down her spine. She opened her eyes, "Do you want to see them?" She asked softly, disengaging her lips from his, but not moving away.

"Why yes, actually." Joringel replied, messing with the straps of his saddle before going to Leila's side, "My family has been breeding them for generations. Theyre also very particular that the horses stay within the family and no one else gets them. My family takes much pride in the fact that they believe to have the very best breed of horses. As for myself, I don't really care about the breed being exclusively ours, my favorite horse is a stumpy little pony anyway. I'm sorry, I'm rambling, do you need help, princess?"

What are you doing, dumbass? Her mind yelled at her. What was she doing? Sorcha shrugged in answer, she didn't know, she didn't care either. She ran her hand's through Liam's hair until they reached her shoulders. She gripped them, digging her nails in, finally pulling her face away from his. "I have tea steeping, need to check on it." Sorcha said as a lame, half-hearted excuse to stop.

((Okies))

"Well, Princess Leila, if you would hold the food for a moment, I'll go get some horse ready." Prince Joringel said, handing the bag full of lunch that the cook had kindly made for them after much asking. He turned and trotted off towards the stables, coming back a few minutes later with two saddled horses. "All ready to ride." he said.

((Ok, you want me to start?))

"Remind me to kill you when we're done." Sorcha growled. She slipped her hands up from his chest and cupped his face, turning it upwards away from her neck and towards her face, "And just so you know, I hate being teased." She hissed before pressing her lips against his, to well, suck face, bluntly put.