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Whilst on the move around the country of Nohr a woman named Northella Arnnasson and her Elf butler West found themselves and their moving caravan cart of goods on an empty plains area of the country with her at the front of the it leading the way on where it was to be pulled. Despite how things seemed, this tall, gorgeous and muscular lady wearing blue and silver trimmed armor was not in charge compared to the thin, tall, and usually well-dressed man she traveled with (who at this time was nowhere to be found by her). Thus she was forced to point out a place to stop and did so along a road in the plains where the tall grass encroached both sides of the road.
She lifted a gauntlet attached to her left hand and wiped her sweating brow with her metal fist as gently as possible. In her right hand a long wood shaft about four feet long connected to a bronze spear point was present as she embedded it into the ground where she stood. "So much work..." she groaned to silently while looking down at herself and the toned body hidden under a breast plate that was nearly four inches thick, "he always complains about how I hold my greeting signs for him but never about this." She'd removed the metal glove on her right hand and use it to pinch herself and a fold of thick muscle laying atop the side wall of he abdomen to indicate her problem.
She remembered him trying to force certain words out of her in prior encounters. She knew he probably liked her and as a result always pushed him away in a joking manner. Her commanding officers in the past had always told her, "You may join this army and get as powerful as you'd like but a good woman who earns her reputation in this army must be strong and and beautiful."
She'd never mastered anything but the strong part before being discharged yet somehow had still gotten a possible promotion in her future before her own knights decided to betray her. Now, she wasn't even sure she had that on hand as something she could say connected to her former boss' words of wisdom. She'd been greatly out of practice in the arts of war yet exercised every chance she got to stay in good physical condition.
That hadn't necessarily been lost but what she was aiming for wasn't what she looked like now. She actually wanted a bit less muscle on her body so that one day she could convince herself to say what West was always wanting to hear from a strong and beautiful woman. "The fool's a fool to ask me such foolish things." She told herself staring off into empty space without a care in the world. A breeze picked up where she was swaying long green fronds of grass back and forth in a gentle manner. "I need to get a bit fatter to look more like a lady because they have curves and beauty I just don't posses," she thought, "I'm too imposing with all the muscles this nice body carries."
"AHA!" West exclaimed as he kicked the caravan door open with a loud bang. He kicked his heels in the air and pulled a cartwheel across the ground. When he had stopped, he placed his hands on his hips and pushed his chest out as he inhaled the air, "Hmmmm... ahhh!" he exhaled, "... wonderful! Lovely weather we're having!"
The elf turned on his heel and faced the caravan where Northella had settled herself.
"Goooooood morning!" West greeted with carefree, yet shrill voice, "How is my most wonderful mercenary-secretary, hm?" He quickly scooted toward her and appeared by her side, "I figured it high time for us to rest for a little bit! We've been traveling..." He looked at the sky briefly, "... heeh... Nohr skies make time-keeping hard... I'd say three hours since we left Windmire." @writer
Northella was hoping to remain within her silent thoughts for a bit longer, however, a loud kick followed by boisterous shouting pierced her ears. She instinctively covered as West approached her and said, "Good Morning!" in only the way he could. She wheeled around to face him and uttered rather loudly, "Bo-bo-boss!" Her hands fell to her sides and she began to sweat from being so terrified of his rather unseemly approach.
Her knees shook and when it sounded like he calmed down after looking at the sky she told him, "Yes, I really, really do think we've been traveling awhile. Uh, if we're that far from Windmire though do you think we're close to Hoshido?" She had yet to see the rather scary gorge Bottomless Gorge that separated the two countries at the middle of the continent.
She noticed while asking this though that elvish man was rather close and started to blush before raising her hands to push him back (or at least indicate she needed space). She was his bodyguard but she knew she couldn't be thinking the things she had before. It was rather unlikely (within the smallest chance really) her thoughts from before held true anyway about Mr. West.
Ohoho, how delightful! Such an emotionally vulnerable creature @writer made herself to be! West was tempted ever so much to toy with her a little longer, but that can wait. He stepped sideways away from her to give her a little breathing room.
"I highly doubt that we're THAT close," West waved a hand in the air, "At our pace, it'll take us a day at most to reach the gorge! None of that, though! We're heading south to Cykrensia for the festival." He rubbed his hands together as an impish grin appeared on his face, "Imagine what kind of adventurers we can attract! What sort of things we'll hear! How it will all unfold!" The giddy elf began to quiver in excitement as he started pacing back and forth, "Really, really, the merchant life is so thrilling! I couldn't imagine being in any other field! Aha, but you've heard me say that a lot. It must bore you!" He stopped in place and folded his arms, his head leaned deeply to the side, "What say you, hm? Would you rather be doing something else, my friend?"
"Okay, Sir West ," Northella stated calmly as he confirmed their next destination to be the cvity of Cykrensia. She crossed her arms over her thick chest and watched him smile as well as move away from her just to provide her enough space to feel comfortable. He then began to speaking of merchants and oddly using his abundant energy to pace around. Finally, he seemed to ask the most important question of whether she'd like to do anything else while leaning to one side.
It wasn't that she didn't want to. Yet if she did right now she felt she was going to reveal a ton of feelings she had for West himself. She stuttered though and uncrossed her arms before ripping the butt of her lance out of the ground behind her, "I-uh, okay, we're going to do something else before then and that is to help a friend of mine. She's this nice woman around my age but like my she's extremely big and burly compared to the other girls and ladies she knows. She wants to be... smaller... curvier... cuter... and not so muscular to impress this guy she likes. He's an elf like you and very fashionable so it wouldn't fit to have her giant self next to him as love interest, especially since she's so imposing compared to him."
Northella then pointed the end of her spear in his direction a few feet from his face and demanded, "Can you make it happen for her? Can you make her like an irresistible princess or lady? If you can feel free to use me as a test subject before you do her." Northella really wanted to know for the woman she was actually talking of was herself and the most fashionable man she knew was actually the one she liked.
West listened with great interest to @writer's words. The way she handled her lance was kind of funny, but...
What was she getting at? How strange, how strange! Such a strange request she gave him!
"Ah, my dear Northella..." West shook his head, "Why should your friend be so concerned about appearances? My, my... if it's that important..." He opened his eyes a slit, "First off, in terms of this elf friend, haaah, I don't know what his preferences would be... which therein lies the problem with your request!" A walking stick suddenly sprung from his wrist and he smack her lance away.
He held the walking stick similarly to how she had done with her lance, "What if this elf friend doesn't like curvy women? What if he's a strange one and actually does like a woman with strength and vigor?! Is his taste so superficial that it only extends toward the outward appearance? If so, a pox on him! A shame on his family! No woman should go near an immature boy who can only see the outside!"
His staff retracted and he turned himself away with his hands behind his back, "Think for a moment! Has she ever asked what kind of woman that elf likes?"
Northella grit her teeth at West, especially as she heard him begin to shoot down her ideas on appearances. The elf butler wasn't beyond pointing his own weapon at the heavily armed knight, and even knocked away her own to the ground, as she breathed slowly while trying to think his ideas through. Had the man not ever seen Nohrian fashion? The kind of fashion she liked and paid her hard earned gold on to possess!
He had his back to her now and she felt like strongly stabbing the fool in the back for turning away from her. But she hadn't really ever considered what he liked as he brought up the notion of his type of woman. She'd let her lance drop to the ground, thanks to being unprepared, and could only stutter now that she had no weapons on hand, "But-but it never matters what the man likes in a relationship! Men are always the battle-hardened, strong protectors of women. It's up to the women in our society to call attention to themselves and have these men come so they may pick their ideal man. It's in many a book and on many a poster throughout the kingdom of Nohr. Princess Camilla and the young Elise convey this with each picture they are in."
Northella clenched her fists together hard and felt like hitting West in the back of the head but that wouldn't do. The poor woman would be without a lover she realized as her cold, unfeeling nature took over. "Does he expect her to be a great child bearer or homely if she is more powerful than him? As that's about all I can concoct with your silly notion. Women are meant to be cute, meek, and nowhere nearly as frightening as I am."
"Putting men in a box, are you..." West raised one eyebrow and turned back to face @writer, "Of course it matters what men like! Only the most primitive of animals have low preferences as to what they desire!" He wiggled his finger at her, "With all due respect to the princesses of Nohr, there still remains what a man desires in their own heart. Indeed, some prefer the voluptuous beauty of Princess Camilla, others, the youthfulness of Princess Elise. That is an ideal set by the society, but does it reflect every man's desires? I wouldn't think so! After all, I myself have no particular preference."
He shrugged his shoulders, "I'm an elf outcast, after all. I can only speak for myself. I believe you to be cute and meek and very easy to tease, along with your girth and size, that makes you very charming, I would think..." He rubbed his chin briefly, “Hmm… yes, yes… it’s unfortunate that you would want to change your figure, though. I quite like you the way you are… oh, but what can I say! It’s your body, so do as you wish with it.”
"I-I know that men should have a great variety of preferences but..." Northella answered West. She began to squirm in her armor too out of fear what he might say next, "...they just seem to prefer the kind of women you just described primarily more often." She then felt her heart thump heavily the moment he shrugged his shoulders and added the clear facts of liking her and why, even though he voiced 'no particular preference' initially on this matter.
This ultimately caused Northella to stop moving for a moment and turn as pale as a ghost. Her hands went to her breast plate and the woman un-clipped the straps holding it together. She then stripped off everything else rather quickly as well from her flauds to her cuisse to literally come out of her shell. This left her standing there before him in a blue tank top and gray pantaloons. The only piece of her armor remaining, a set of blue greaves, continued to attach themselves to her ankles covering up a good portion of her tall riding boots underneath.
She smiled at the man before her and uttered, "Since you came out and said that I suppose just this once I can say 'I like you.' You're a cheerful, happy man who seems to know everything any time you want to, including what you'd like to say next in great confidence. I've got the feeling you wanted me to say that and do this next act of mine for a little while." Her muscled frame then stepped towards the likely shocked elf and without a second thought to her next action she leaned in and attempted to kiss the possibly flabbergasted elf on the cheek.
Hah... so his suspicions were correct after all. Given the time they spent together, this sort of relationship building was inevitable. A female bodyguard/secretary and a male merchant that spent their time with each other with small teases and little moments of egging on. It would be more difficult to let her stand in the front lines in their defense, even more it would torture him to see pain inflicted upon her.
However, the feelings were clear, even if he had to elucidate them before her own ears.
West almost wanted to pull another tease of her sudden... disarming of herself, yet he knew it may just ruin the mood. A kiss on the cheek wouldn't be enough, not for the bold and cunning West, at least. So, he shifted himself and pulled her face into his, causing his lips to land on hers. A light smack resounded in the air, and for the first time, West's own face was covered in a new shade of cherry.
"That," he said with a cheeky grin, "was my assertiveness toward our new relationship. Slap me if you will, @writer , but these are my feelings for you, if you would accept them."
No-no way! Northella thought to herself feeling West yank her into a deep kiss. He really likes me!
She could see his face was like a cherry as they kissed yet couldn't pull away and laugh at him they were just too close. She wanted to though because that was her nature. She needed to eradicate her actions but if both parties were already comitted to each other like this she knew it was impossible.
He finally let her breath though while flashing a cheeky grin at her and telling her these were his honest feeligs. She couldn't help but bite her tongue slightly at his seriousness. The man was almost never so except around particular clients. "If these are your feelings West please don't jump that high horse of yours and expect this will be easy." Northella responded. She'd then step in close to him and press her mighty frame towards him her hands going straight into the center of his chest to push him with enough force to shove him back a foot.
"I'd rather not end up in a bad spot because of it. That's how I hear couples end up with kids before they're ready." She was a body guard first and foremost and if West had any plans for children in their new relationship anytime soon she wasn't going to let it happen. She had a lot of work ahead of her to do before she could think about that kind of stuff yet she trusted he might not. Sadly, with the way he acted sometimes she just had to make sure.
"Pah!" West expressed as he was pushed back. He pushed his glasses up his nose bridge and readjusted them, "Oh, please, @writer. A little kiss never made children." He slid his hands together behind himself, "All in due time, my dear! I myself am not ready to consider that possibility until we've figured out the terms of our new step in our relationship as business partners. You are still my bodyguard, and I remain as your boss."
The elf moved toward her lance and tossed the shaft up with his foot, then caught it in midair, "Until that is all figured out, my life remains in your very capable hands." He held the blunt end of the spear toward her, "Hmhmhm... of course, I'm sure we can savor any moments we have when it is just the two of us."
"I'm glad you won't drop that problem on us as I certainly don't want to either..." Northella sighed raising her left hand up to catch her lance in midair. "...I suppose though if it did happen by accident I could just sneak off to those alleged Deep Realms and have our kid there, but I doubt that'd be fair to you nor I. That said, I hear that place is off limits to commoners like ourselves without royalty intervening."
She lowered her arm and gripped her lance tightly now complaining as she turned away from West, "It really isn't fair that King Garon gives all his children special attention, or rather, an edge because of his royal blood flowing through his veins."
"HAH, accidents, @writer?" West laughed, "I have a lot of self-control, and don't you think otherwise! If we were to plan a child, then by george, it would have to be during a peaceful time! Like you said, we're no chums to King Garon, nor do we have any friends among the royalties of the Hoshidans! So, let's put that thought to rest until an opportunity like that arises..."
His head looked down at the pieces of armor that were littered all over the ground, "... Now, if we can get this back on you, that would be just dandy." He picked up one of her shoulder pauldrons and held it up, "This... hrrrmmm... goes..."
"I'm just telling you this to let you know some things don't always go as planned. So I'd rather we not drop it until I say one last thing," Northella added while keeping her back facing towards West, "This war could last who knows how long, and because of that, things may occur. I'd like you to know if we do take this relationship any further beyond its current point and the previously discussed thing occurs then let it happen."
She then heard him fumbling around with her armor and stomped her feet on the ground at him. She was a little upset he wanted her to put it back on since she wasn't ready to yet. It was a hassle to do so whereas taking it off was kind of easy. "I-will, um, get it later put back on. You're a merchant so you don't need to worry about it since I doubt you'd figure out where all the hooks and bolts go. You just sell the protective gear to meat heads like me." Northella then crossed her arms over her chest feeling that in spite of her words West was going to attempt the impossible and place all her armored pieces back on.
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