A Special Night

He was very excited. Actually, this was the first time in his life that he was excited like this in such a special... situation. He did not understand at all why he felt that way.

Socair looked around the room. One really could tell that this house was not poor for sure. Also Matron Fuara Oighear had a passion for collecting the weirdest things from pretty much everywhere. The shelves in this room were filled with little figurines, porcellain of all kind, expensive little chests and boxes, dried flowers which were very hard to find in all of Dawarda...

Socair stepped a little closer to one of the shelves now. Even though he was wearing boots that have been made out of  thick leather, reaching over his knees even, he did not make a single sound when his feet hit the floor. Being a hunter for the longest time of his still rather young life, he had learned how to move in total silence.

A little purple-colored crystal in one of the higher shelves caught his attention. An amethyst. Not very rare or expensive... but very beautiful. This rather cheap stone among all those expensive artifacts really astonished the elf. Matron Fuara Oighears reputation was not very... well, for sure this woman was not known as a warmhearted person, that was for sure.

But he was not here for the Matron but for someone else.

Waiting. Socair hated to wait with all of his heart. The hunter Socair was a very patient person... the man Socair actually not at all. He became more and more nervous now. Why was he here? Matron Fuera Oighear ordered him here... but not for herself.

„Do you like amethysts?"

The rather soft female voice from behind let him flinch like a shy animal, a prey. That was not a good start for sure... Socair turned around rightaway and bowed down to the young Helmorui who just had entered the room. His head pointed towards the floor and he did not look into the eyes of the woman who stepped closer now.

„Yes, leannan."

„Raise your head."

Socair did as he was begged... ordered imediately. He made sure though to not look into her eyes. Even closer she stepped now and with the corner of an eye he could see that she was wearing her long white hair open as a few curly strands hung over her slender shoulder. With an elegant movement she reached out to she shelf and took the little shimmering amethyst into her hand, moved it in front of his face.

„It was me, who put this here, not my mother. In case you wondered. Did you wonder, Socair Ceannas?"

His heart was beating like a drum inside his chest and he so hoped whe would not see how nervous he was.

„Yes, I did wonder, leannan."

The young Helmorui showed a slight smile... or was it a grin? He could not tell as he did not look right into her face.

„Ah yes... my mothers reputation is faster than the wing movement of a solas féileacán, I know...

She turned around again and walked to a small round table which was standing not too far away from the shelf. The amethyst she put on top of the table, then she helped herself to a glass of wine. While Socair did not move at all, she looked at him closer now, let the gaze wander up and down his body. Not bad looking for sure. He was of a slender frame but as far as she could tell, his body seemed to be a rather trained one. He was wearing a dark red shirt which was tied at the front and the cloth hung loose on his body, even down his hips a bit. The black leather pants were very tight sitting and the slender legs of the hunter were underlined by the high brownish leather boots. The long white braid hung down his back and the sides of his head seemed to be shaved just recently as there was almost no hair yet.

„Look at me."

He did as she wanted.

„For a hunter you are rather skittish, Socair. Come closer. Help yourself to some wine. It is very good."

Socair went to the table now as well and her offering  wine to him was a good sign... wasn´t it? He pured some of the liquid into a glass now and raised his glass, so as she did.

„Ar do dhea, leannan."

„Ar do dhea."

While drinking he was able to look at his counterpart a little closer. Leannan Cumasach was a very beautiful young woman. Her slender but not thin body was underlined by the long purple dress very well and the corset on top of it just sat the right way to bring out her curves just perfectly. Purple. Just like the amethyst. Big eyes of an ocean blue color looked at him rather openly... not as he was used from women.

„So tell me Socair Ceannas... why do you think, my mother has ordered you here? Look into my eyes when talking to me."

Again, Socair did as he was asked.

„I do not know exactly. All I got told was to meet you, leannan."

Cumasach smiled at him now for a second.

„Yes, this is what she did. But you have no idea why she asked you to meet me in our house or am I wrong?"

His heartbeat became faster and faster. Socair did not want this to happen but it simply did.... How he hated that... he hated to have no control over himself... which was the case now in such a weird way...

„I have no idea, leannan."

Again she smiled and yet again her gaze went up and down his body. He really did not know... Or maybe even assume anything? Looking into his eyes she could totally tell that he was not lying. Slowly she came a step closer to him, stood right in front of him now.

„Socair Ceannas..... hmmmm.....There is rumours about you. Do you know about them?"

„No."

… was the simple answer. He obviously was not the kind of man who liked to talk. Good, very good actually.... He was not invited for talking anyways... and he was so unaware.

„Maybe you are lucky and I tell you about them. It is always good to know about what others think about yourself... You never know... But..."

She came a little closer now again, so close that her sweet breath hit his face when she continued to talk

„That is depending on you, Socair... depending on your... performance."

The black-skinned man swallowed, still looking into her richly colored blue eyes. Close as her face was now, he could even sense a tiny hint of green inside of them.

„I will do my very best, whetever it is, leannan."

Slowly, very slowly he began to understand... was it possible that he was ordered here to... no. Impossible. Matron Fuara Oighear was rich enough to order pretty much every man coming from a good house to entertain her daughter. Socairs heritage was not bad at all but Socair... was simply Socair... and he knew that. He was a rather attractive man, yes, and extraordinairy looking too, due to his mohawk-like hair style... but he was not very social. He hated to talk, he even hated to be around people as he never knew what they wanted or expected from him. He was not the kind of man that was ordered to bring joy to the young daughters of rich matrons and...

… a tight grip on his very private area below the belt line proved him all wrong though within a single second. Socair gasped and his ice -blue eyes grew very big rightaway.

„Oh, you will do your very best, Socair, I am sure about that."

The grip became a little more tight now, so tight that it almost hurt him... but only almost. Indeed the effect this touch was having was a rather...  contrary one and his heart seemed to beat out of his throat now.

„I will, leannan."

Cumasach now smiled at him widely, even showing her white teeth.

„Good, Socair, good. That was the answer I expected to hear... And now follow me to my rooms... for this is a very special night for me... and for you."