The future [J’lyara and Palacrisis]

[Palacrisis D Jones]

The Month of Imperos, 10th Brightening in the Season of Autumn, Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum.



The Place ~ The bedroom of the Governors Mansion ~ Imperia ~ The time ~ Just before Pracenda.


Palacrisis sat in a chair in the bedroom his shirt unbuttoned and his greying hair loose and tousled. His chin was resting on a fist and his cool blue eyes stretched into the distance oblivious to the rest of his surroundings . The past few cycles he had been distracted and pensive prone to staring into space and muttering to himself under his breath.

He turned his head towards the other occupant of the room and spoke quietly J’lyara my love I need a change of direction a move and a new vista .I am marking time in Arakmat and that is something that has been bearing down on me for a while .in fact ever since we found each other again. I am also highly conscious that you have issues and ambitions that are difficult to accomplish up here in Arakmat. I am thinking that the time has come to resign my post and move down to Taralon and do some work on the estate.

I want to resolve this question of the capitol of Arakmat but I am inclined to let my predecessor resume his role as governor and retire thereafter explore new interests and take a more detached view on the great issues of our day. What do you think my darling?

[J'lyara]

Typical of a wife who loves the lingering scent of her husband, even a pensive and muttering husband, J'lyara was sprawled across a comfortable overstuffed chair in one of his clean, white dress shirts only half buttoned down her somewhat exposed front. Her shapely legs were hung fluidly over the arm of the chair as she lay back with a bundle of parchments in her lap. Pensive herself, she'd been periodically looking up at him when he wasn't looking and wondering how she was going to break it to him that she really needed to travel back to Taralon and soon.

She'd never liked this rambling old house they were currently in, especially since he'd shared it with the woman who had presumed to take her place when she'd gone missing. And it addled her at times that he seemed oblivious to her discomfort. Of course, it was those times that she was giving her husband precious little credit for being preoccupied with the often chaotic state of Arakmatan affairs consistently dropped into his lap to handle.

He'd grown more gray strands about the hairline and it seemed to his wife that he was well overdue for a vacation. Nibbling on her lower lip and pondering just how to broach the subject of yet another trip to Taralon, she was surprised when his deep voice broke the silence.

It took only a few seconds for her to drop the mess of parchments on the chair in her wake and walk bare-footed over to her husband's very familiar lap, for it had always been a favorite thing to do of hers to sit cradled in his arms while they spoke of matters of importance.

Her weight minimal to such a large man, she settled comfortably against him and listened to rest of his thoughts resisting the urge to say a prayer of thanks out loud to Diana for the turn of events. She took a moment to speak, wanting very much for it to be completely his idea to make such a move, “Well, I am rather worried about Grandmother. It would be nice to be closer to her with her health deteriorating as it is.”

She shifted against him, light hazel eyes searching his face before taking another well-paced moment to add, “I agree that it would make repairing the damage my absence has done to the Project easier if we were to reside in Taralon.”

“Have you set your sights on a position within the Sherian government my love?” She wondered if she'd be privy to his exact plans or if he truly meant to take some time off to spend with their family and smell the tobacco.

[Palacrisis D Jones]

Pala chuckled as J’lyara settled into his lap like a soft ginger cat and he made sure that as he talked his hands caressed her magnificent hair. I have no plans love but if my fate runs true to course something is bound to crop up. It has this terrible habit of kicking me up the backside when I least expect it. So with that thought in mind I am content to look after the estate and shop for a while. I will have to tender my resignation to Milo but that’s a formality.

He turned his attention to stroking her shell like ear shifting slightly in the arm chair so as to make both himself and his svelte wife more comfortable I have been ruminating on this course of action for a while love and I have come to the conclusion that I have done enough out here . Perhaps all this province needed was a steady hand to cool some of the more hot headed brows that exist around here. We have a semblance of government in Imperia which seems to be doing well so its time for me to move on and spend more time with you and the family. Any way its always been a golden rule to know when to quit and move on before anyone realises I am nothing more than an old fraud!

J’lyara jiggled interestingly and he chuckled deep in his belly.

No love we need a new start ,I know you loath this house and frankly it does not do much for me. I have 200,000 crowns or so left so we can build a beautiful home on the Kallimeyra Estate once the Orc threat in Sheria has settled down. I feel the need to set some roots down and stop travelling the empire fire fighting hot spots and you young lady promised me a family of our own one brightening. I believe that the estate would be a wonderful place to bring up some young Jones’s. Anyway J’lyara your grandmother might hang on a little longer if she thought there would be another generation to continue her line.

He hugged her close snuggling up and his voice dropped to a whisper there is only one thing that would deflect me from this path and that is the “Rite of the Aethercrown” it seems doubtful that I will be seen as the chosen one but I will make myself available as a candidate once the time comes. I owe the empire one last sacrifice.

[J'lyara]

She nodded gently and lifted her lips to his in a soft kiss, a lingering nibble on his lower lip perhaps cluing him in to her intentions. Her soft hand caressed the side of his face as he spoke and she sighed contentedly. “Aye, you've sacrificed much my love and given of yourself time and time again for the good of the Empire and I know that you will continue to do so. I won't lie to you. The "Rite of the Aethercrown" scares me. As much as I love the Empire, I willingly admit that I love you more. Should anything happen to you, I'd be hard pressed not to rail against the gods and goddesses. But...we cross that bridge when we come to it.”

Turning around completely so that she was straddling his lap, she began to fiddle with the fastener to his pants, still talking in soft, low tones as she busied herself. “It would make me supremely happy to live in Taralon again. We were so happy there and my family is there. The orphanage and the theater....oh there's so much to do! I still wish to open a private practice when there's time even.”

Taking her time to make sure he was ready for her and having no barriers herself because of her choice of clothing for lounging around in their bedroom, she proceeded to get...even closer to her husband. Nibbles on his neck lead up to his ear and she whispered, “I did promise...and I shall make good on that promise. Children with your eyes....or your hair color...the shape of your ears...they shall be yours...from my womb...”

Now that she knew they'd be moving back home to Taralon, she was more relaxed than she could recall having been in a very long time. Not even the subtle threat of what could happen to her husband should things go dreadfully wrong during the Rite could spoil her current peace.

[Palacrisis D Jones]

Pala was approximately 90 eras old for 45 patterns he had walked the lands of Telath without the advantage of knowing his own personal cake day. He could be older he might even be younger but Pala counted his age by the lines on his face and the silvering of his hair. He was strong vigorous and enthusiastic when it came to the business of pleasure but deep in his mind a single doubt lay …was he up to the job of siring a family? They could not delay the process much longer that he knew but was their coupling in vain. J’lyara was younger, in her prime fecund and forward and he enjoyed the sheer joy of their union but!

It took very little time for him to feel that well known ache and her lithe clever fingers were enough to convince him that it was time to do something about it, plans for the future could wait this was a time for pleasure and for intimacy. Pala put his hands around her covering the soft parts of her soft and eager body and lifted her up in his arms to carry her over to the bed. Clothing fell in a rumpled heap at his feet before the pair fell together into a private and intimate embrace.

The light of brightening had faded into the purple haze of evening shadows that lay over the bed and two satiated people lay together hands entwined .Pala was at his total ease he had lain off the wine and made sure that he had ate plenty of vegetables the last cycle. If his personal sacrifice had not done the trick then he did not know what else he could do! Only fate time and the will of the gods could answer that question!

well J’lyara he smiled wrapping the sheet around himself a son or a daughter and Aetheria preserve us if either of them have my looks especially not my nose!

He chuckled the proboscis was indeed long and it was not his best feature and he hoped that if they were lucky the child they both hoped for would not inherit that feature.