Nanna smiled warmly, lifting to her toes to kiss him again for a long moment, one she was lax to let end, before collecting her shoes and dress from around his feet.
Her hand found Hadrian’s not a word spoken as she led him down the dock and onto the lakeside toward where her cabin lay. Its lights shone warmly through trees after a short way, the dull murmur of the party nearly faded through the trees. It was a small little cottage, comfortable and neat and its door barely a few feet away.
The goddess looked to the sky, pausing in her step to breath the night in once more. Her body leant against his for a long minute as she took in the stars, smiling as her lips brushed the underside of his jaw. “Its quite cold now.” Their breath stirred little patches of midnight fog, the thought of a fire a glad one as wet hair saw a dry shirt become damp. “There’s wood inside. I left a small fire going; it should be warm in there and not take much to the flames going once more.”
She pulled away, and he shook his head, as if clearing away a fogginess. As she collected her things, he made sure to grab his swords, abandoned on the dock as they had been. He didn’t both strapping them on, however, and carried them in the hand that was not holding Nanna’s.
She led him, and he kept his eyes peeled for the cabin she was talking about. Soon, he saw the lights shining through the window panes, and, smiling, glanced at Nanna. “It’s lovely.” Was all he said.
He comments drew a shiver from him. “I had noticed…it’s been getting colder….change in the seasons.” Was he really talking about the weather? It appeared so. “I’ll coax it back to life.” He grinned, wrapping his arm about her waist.