[Zeymahd manages to draw his attention to the post just in time for him to tidy up a little, stash the Elder Scroll and his calculations regarding it somewhere out of sight, and generally make it look like he didn't take a little jaunt into the Shivering Isles this week.
He's in the living room, doing whatever he can to keep his hands busy - including fiddle with his collar, once he's run out of things to straighten. Waiting is a torture - but she's already on her way here, and Farraige is with her. Nothing is going to happen on the relatively short walk from the beach to their house, he tells himself. But even so, he can't seem to help but worry.
Then the dogs raise their heads and run for the door to greet her, all wet noses and gleaming coats. Vanyel isn't far behind, and... for a moment, he's struck dumb by the sight of her. Then, he's navigating through the crush of furry bodies as carefully as his impatience allows, until he's close enough to scoop her up and kiss her.]
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He's in the living room, doing whatever he can to keep his hands busy - including fiddle with his collar, once he's run out of things to straighten. Waiting is a torture - but she's already on her way here, and Farraige is with her. Nothing is going to happen on the relatively short walk from the beach to their house, he tells himself. But even so, he can't seem to help but worry.
Then the dogs raise their heads and run for the door to greet her, all wet noses and gleaming coats. Vanyel isn't far behind, and... for a moment, he's struck dumb by the sight of her. Then, he's navigating through the crush of furry bodies as carefully as his impatience allows, until he's close enough to scoop her up and kiss her.]