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"Yes, yes, of course, of course," West nodded with an unconcerned tone as he examined the pauldron, "As much self-control as I have, the choice is yours. You'd be the one bearing the child, either way." He looked up and gave her a sharp grin, "Elves like myself tend to plan for the future, but I can make an exception, @writer."
He took out a handkerchief and started rubbing the surface of the armor piece, "... and in regards of being a merchant, I bought your entire armor set for you from Wealth. Cost a pretty penny, you know. It would be terribly cruel of you to just drop them on the ground like this."
Northella rolled her eyes at West's words waiting patiently now for him to put her pauldron back on. She would answer his first quip though a little irritatingly though with, "I know the choice is literally mine! I'm the woman in this relationship after all. Unless you elves have somehow taken women out of your species' reproductive process." She giggled after saying this simply because to do that might take some really contorted efforts to make happen and Northella knew of almost no elves that could ever be that twisted. It's not like magic couldn't do that potentially with all the advancements made in it but still why would anyone? There were Deep Realms after all where days or weeks turned into years yet to create the ludicrous thing she had now said was only a fantasy in her mind.
She sighed though and spread her arms out to sides perpendicularly to give West a better view on where to place her armor pieces back onto her body. She breathed out uttering, "I really wish you had told me that this armor had come from Wealth. He's the pirate you duped into giving you an opportunity to run an information business, right? Or am I remembering things wrong?"
"Okay, enough of reproductive systems," the elf said with a wave of his hand, "We'll figure things out as they come, yes?"
Thus, West began gathering the armor pieces together to place on @writer .
"Heh, there's a little truth here and there... but do remember, I've been involved in Black Market long before I had hired you!" said he with a twist of his head, "'Wealth' is the general district for the suppliers of Black Market. They're the ones that come up with all our merchandise..." He picked up the left gauntlet and slid it onto her left arm, "... Although it is to question how Wealth manages to procure all of their goods. That's up to the darkest of speculation, I'm afraid." The right gauntlet went on next, "You've seen the merchandise yourself, after all. Body parts of strange creatures from overseas... can't say that isn't the work of pirates." Next, he took up the tassets and started wrapping it around her waist, "It's not for me to say, though, and neither can you. They would prefer us to stick with what we're doing, after all."
"I'm sorry about that.... I'm probably just a bit excited," Northella answered while continuing to stand absolutely still.
She listened to West's words about the Black Market and the group Wealth and realized that this group (who she thought was a single person) was number of people. She felt him attach her guantlets on her wrists as well as the tasset around her waist and could only smile more at the elf's efforts and story. "To think I'd been working for an individual who'd given just regular armor all this time. I should take better care of it and you, of course."
She soon lifted up her own breast plate and quickly pulled it over her head. Her hands then reached for the straps at the sides that held the back of it together with the front and pulled. She'd tighten it up so that it fit snug and comfortable like then picked up here spear again and saluted West with her free hand.
"Great job... You actually know how to put together a suit of armor without an instruction manual. I think I may head out and either go for a forty mile jog or do three thousand push-ups. Just remember to set the security features up on the front door of the shop but remember to set the trap door at the front of the shop last. I don't think I need to really tell you that though boss..."
She'd then turn with a sense of happiness in her and start on her way. It'd not be actually forty miles more like thirty but... who was counting? That said, unless West tried to go after her in his tweed coat she wasn't going to take up anymore of his time since her worries now felt alleviated. He had a business to run and though she'd likely be gone three hours on her run the spindly man could surely handle himself for a bit. To begin this run she started with a loud clanking sprint.
"Heh," West flicked his thumb on the side of his nose, "You'd better."
With the last piece of armor placed on the mercenary, the elf stepped back and patted his hands. He laughed inwardly at the thought of an instruction manual for a full set of armor. After all, who needs one after having to clean her room multiple times in a month when she would be out on her own?
"Off you go, then, @writer!" West exclaimed as he playfully slapped her rear tasset piece, "Everything will be arranged accordingly as always. Don't think for a second I wouldn't think of the caravan's security measures... after all, I invented them!"
That said, he watched the woman run down the road with a beaming smile on his face.
Northella happily ran without a care in the world as West waved her off. She was pretty sure he'd be fine with setting up the security measures for their place as she first headed down a long path followed by a steep grassy hill. She'd jump a few logs, dart through some trees and continue along a broke for fifteen miles before turning around to come back. All this was done in her heavy blue armor and though she had to stop once or twice to drink from the stream she came back about an hour and a half later thudding up the path she had followed.
"Phew..." she panted feeling sweat drip down the back of her neck, "I think I may need to take a break." She then collapsed in front of the shop door and sat cross-legged before the opening. Underneath her armor the huge abdominal muscles along her torso pulsated from having been worked harder then they normally were after such a long time.
"Hey! West , if you can hear me let's call it a day and have you help me out huh? I can barely move after my run today!" She would love to see him come out and pamper her for right now she was unable to move from the spot she sat and could use all the attention possible to tend to her exhaustion. It seemed though the man wasn't answering so she simply forced herself up onto her feet and sighed, "Maybe he wants some alone time? I should probably give him some space. Oh man... I probably went ahead and told him my feelings too early."
She whispered these words to herself feeling a great deal of blush cross over her face. Then an idea hit her maybe either of them weren't ready for love. She turned on her heels and looked out to the great beyond their caravan. That run she'd taken had invigorated her perhaps it was time for her to leave West's caravan if only for a bit to find her real self. There was just so much out there. She'd helped him out a great deal and vice versa but now she'd gone and soured everything. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" she hissed to herself stamping the ground with her heavy, armored boots. She just had enough energy to do that.
West lay on his back on the top of the caravan. The security measures of the caravan remained untouched.
It was all quiet contemplation while she was away. This step in their relationship... perhaps the time was not right. Neither of them were truly ready given their conversation earlier.
Still, he didn't want to turn her away, that much was certain in his own heart. She was a woman of tender feelings, but... at this point, it was her decision. They had both said their piece, and they couldn't take that back.
But... a long-term relationship as romantic partners? Was that feasible in this tumultuous age? It would damage them both should one of them fall prey to death... not that he had plans to die anytime soon.
How irritating these thoughts were. They just had a mutual understanding... but thoughts toward the future would not let him rest.
Was he trying to protect himself only? Wouldn't this damage their relationship as well?
They loved each other, but how far was his love? It was no superficial thing. He really did like her as his guard and partner, and he didn't want to chase her away because they couldn't pursue this relationship.
No, he felt his love transcended simply a relationship. It was so that he knew he would be happy if she were, and even if that meant taking himself out of the picture...
The next thing he knew, West had fallen asleep until his ears picked up @writer 's stampede-like gait. She returned already, thus the elf inched toward the side of the caravan's roof to watch her plop down on the floor.
Now... how to rectify this situation...?
"I heard you, you know," he said with a simper. The elf alighted the caravan's roof and walked toward her with his hands in his pockets, "Too early, you said? Why, time is no man's mistress..." He put a hand beneath his chin, "... I won't say if it was either late or early. Any confession is a double-edged declaration, that upon refusal it would affect the relationship between the two parties." He looked down at her, "... I won't say I have changed my mind about you Northella... and as much as it pains me to say... well, let me elucidate."
He let out a sigh, "... The love I have for you is one that transcends a romantic relationship. Mine is to see that you are happy beyond everything. I desire that you are satisfied with the choices you make in life. I don't want you to worry about anything." He bowed his head, "... Even if that means it be with another spirit of kindred feeling. Let me be clear once more, I am not rejecting you at such early notice, in fact, if there be no one else, you may fall upon my short stature." He spread his arms wide, "Even so, I would love for you to explore the world on your own accord and not be tied with me for the rest of my dangerous life as an executive of Black Market."
The elf bowed with his hand over his heart, "... I hope I made myself clear. These are my honest feelings."
"I-I've been so full of myself," Northella cried. She could feel tears begin to kiss her cheeks as West spoke to her and explained his love, "I can't see beyond my own needs."
Slapping herself in the face with her own guantlet she felt a stinging sensation and blood trickle down her forehead. It was her punishment for pushing as important a question she did forward as early as she had. She let her hand drop and it trembled with anxiety. They were still at war and possessing love in these times was indeed dangerous. The fact though that West seemed open to her exploring the world and then coming back to him, if need be, showed that he cared for her possibly very deeply. She stepped towards his wide open arms and uttered, "West, there may be one man I like besides you. Maybe more, but I know there's at least one other. I don't know where he is now... but perhaps you're right in that I should look for him or others to learn my own feelings on this odd emotion of mine. I barely use love after all since my only duty to you is to guard your stuff and your life."
Her legs wobbled and she continued, "I'd like a horse if possible. I will be leaving the caravan today for a little while to explore the realm. If you need me I can be there in a heartbeat but I've guarded your caravan a good while and feel that perhaps separation from is the best. I must return to my aloof ways to understand my heart." She gave the merchant a salute and hoped he could fulfill her request rather easily.
West's mouth stretched into a straight line as @writer slapped herself with her gauntlet.
Ah, this woman... such a thing was quite needless, even so her initiative was always remarkable. At least he didn't feel the need to punish her himself most times.
All in all, they were still able to come to an accord on this matter... however, her request was quite unusual.
"Hmmmm? Now, this is where I tell you to hold your horses," the elf folded his thin arms, "If we're getting you a horse, then we should at least head back to our stable at Windmire. As you can see, we have only one horse pulling the carriage." He motioned his hand to the large horse grazing, "... But if we get there, we'll probably have to negotiate for a steed with Wealth for your own traveling..." He reached to scratch the back of his head, "And... as far as I know, they're very particular of members who try to go on their own with the steeds they raise."
"All right, I get your point. We'll head back to Windmire in the morning. I wouldn't want to step on the hooves of our bosses after all." Northella replied in a nagging tone. She then attempted to step around West and head into the caravan's homey rooms. She felt quite tired and just wanted to get some sleep before West had to pull her around for any duties of the day.
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