When the Stars Fell ((O/O / Open / Rated M / Stalkers Welcomed))

She jumped when he wrapped the skin about her, but it was warm, she wrapped tighter about herself. "Qua'zeem." Thank you, she squeaked. But then, the human did something strange. He motioned between their lips. What did he want her to do? She thought with a blink as she leaned in close. Once more, she did her best to interpret his motion and planted her lips firmly against him. Nothing happened….not really. Except when she pulled away, she looked to him, eyes filled with curiosity.

"What was that for?" She asked, speaking in his language. She touched her lips and smiled. "Father be praised, you have given me utterance and understanding!" She cheered.

Rumius inhaled sharply and stepped back away from her, ignoring her sudden speech. “Eh-what? Don’t ever do that again!” He covered his lips with a hand, childishly rubbing them.
“Utterance and understanding?” He repeated with a furrowed brow.

Her eyes widened as she received such rebuke. "Is that not what you wanted me to do, human? I thought that was what the motion expressed." She said with regret. It appeared she was not performing as well as she anticipated.
"The lip-touching, it gave me understanding of your tongue, and now I can speak it,as well."

“The lip touching,” a the king repeated. “That’s not called lip-touching. It’s called an invasion of privacy,” He growled, wrinkling his nose. “Well, I’m glad you can understand my language now. Will I be able to understand yours?”

"I….I assume so." She answered. She took a step away from him. He seemed very angry with her, disappointed. "I'm sorry if I upset you." She bowed to him, white locks spilling over her shoulders with the action. "That was not my intention, I was only trying to be obedient in what you asked of me."

The king crossed his arms, looking triumphant and happy. “That’s fine. I just want you to come with me, that’s what I was trying to say. I want to take you so you can live with me and help me….” He trailed off delicately, unsure of what to say. What did he want to do? Impress the Gods. That’s what.

"Where shall you take me?" She lifted her eyes to him, curiosity swirling in their dark pools. "What shall I help you with? Your wish is my command." She had said the words she had been taught, sealing the human's ownership over her. He had found her first and had been nothing but kind, she'd happily be his bondservant. And she could only hope that this was the man the Father appointed her to.

Suddenly, two thick gold bands formed over her wrists and a ring of the same gold in the palm of her hand. The bond had to be finalized visually. She wore the bands and he, the ring. She held out to him.

“I will take you to my kingdom and give you a room,” He said, repeating what the Gods told him to do if he encountered a Wish Granter. You must treat them well and kindly… for they will be the key for something great…
“Something great indeed,” The king thought to himself, a smile curling up his lips.
“I’m sorry? Oh, I’m not sure yet,” He said nonchalantly, waving a hand. He noticed a flash of gold and his smile returned, and he gently took the ring she offered. He putnit on carefully, as to not mess up and drop it.

The ring contracted to fit snugly about his finger, so it would not fall off. The Wish Granter smiled, he had accepted her. "What shall I call you, master?" She asked. She didn't quite like that there was so much for her to learn, so much she didn't know. Hopefully there would be time to learn.

The king stuck his arm out to admire it with the other silver ones his father had passed down to him. It gleamed attractively with the emerald, sapphire, ruby, and silver. “Mmmm…. You can call me Rumius. Or King, whichever you wold like, since I am a king and all.” He crossed his arms against his chest. “Come, let me bring you to the palace so we can warm up.”

"Rumius…" She echoed, trying the name out for herself. once satisfied, she gave a nod and stepped up beside him. He seemed so sure and knowledgeable, she wondered if this was the first time he'd had a WIsh Granter. She wondered if he even needed one. "Rumius." She looked up to him. "What shall you call me?"

Rumius started to walk as she moved, glancing back at her. “Come on, we can walk and talk together. What your name will be! Hmmm… I’m not sure, just yet. What do you want to be called?” He asked, trying his best to be fair and gentle.

The Wish Granter continued to step beside the king, readjusting her hold on the cloak. "It is not about what I desire to call my say, I shall be given a name by my master." She told him. "You have accepted me, now you shall name me, if you desire to."

“I’m not your Master, like I have said,” The king said stiffly, looking forward again. “Are you sure there’s nothing you want to be called? I’m sure there are many nice names from your language that you would like.”

The Wish Granter thought for a moment, tapping her fingers on her befreckled chin. But suddenly, a moving figure, hidden in the shadows of the woods, could be seen in her peripheral. She gasped as she turned for to the creature.
"Reene!" she gasped, pointing to the Doe and her young, laying in the shelter of a bush.

“Reene?” The king repeated with his eyebrows raised. “That is a very nice name. What is that you’re pointing at? Oh! It’s a deer.” He smiled a faint, rather forced, smile.

"Uh-" She searched for the right words. "Um, Reene means "Doe". I like the sound of it. Reene is pretty, can you call me that?"

“Of course I can,” The king said flatly before lengthening out his strides again. “Come on, it’s cold. I want to get inside and warm up.”

The Wish Granter, Reene from now on, smiled brightly before trotting a bit to catch up with the fast paced king. "Thank you Mas- er- King Rumius." She said.

Rumius crossed the snow covered ground quickly, not returning her thanks. He led the way up to a back entrance in his palace, pushing past a few guards to let her into his huge, dressed in a slate gray and blue palace. The inside was grand and clean, with staircases spiraling up and up.

(Heya, did you wanna continue this one?)

((Oof!, Yeah, I'm sorry, love))

Reene followed after him, her hands grazing the hard stone walls as they entered. She around with wide eyes, gasping in awe and wonder. "Such fine confinement!" She told Rumius. She rushed over to the stairs and began to climb them, there was more to see at the top.

(Oof! That’s okay.)

Rumius sighed softly and followed her. “Reene, before you run off, I’d like to get you into some clothing first. And perhaps find you a room. Then I can show you around.” He forced a smile. “Okay?”

Reene turned back to him, a vase now in her hands. She had picked it up from a nearby table, brandishing the royal family heirlooms. "You have skins for me?" She asked him.

Rumius took it from her and set it back, sighing. “Please don’t touch this stuff. It’s very important. And yes, but we call the clothes.” He gently grabbed her wrist, though he wanted to tear off her arm. “Come, come…”

((I love how much she annoys him! XD))

"Clothes…" She repeated, testing the new word on her tongue. "Will my clothes look like yours?" She asked sa he led her away from the beautiful, bejeweled, heirlooms.

(xD)

“Probably not,” Rumius responded coolly, sighing softly. “Maids!” He called out. A few girls dressed in neat, gray dresses scurried out of rooms to him.
“Please give Reene some clothes that she likes.”

Reene smiled and waved to them. "Greetings" She told them. "Your clothing is nice!" She reached for the skirts of one of the maids, taking the fabric into her hand causing the girl to squeal. Reene gave her a quizzical look as she felt the fabir. "How do you put it on?

Rumius snatched her hand from his maid with a huff. “They will give you fabric samples when you go look at our wardrobes. And yoiu’ll learn how to put it on. Please… please go now… before she breaks something.”

The maids nodded frantically, but all were wary to reach out for her. One took her by the hand, looking Reene over with anxious eyes. "This way…" She said, leading Reene to a dressing room, she followed hesitantly, looking back at Rumius. She didn't want to go with the strange woman.