Celebrations Part 12

Voah pushed Gonyaul up against the wagon for another round of kissing before she stopped abruptly.

“Oh dear Gods!” she gasped.

“You and Islana!? I just… I forgot. Are you two? Did I just…?!”

Gonyaul kissed back. Their passionate and gravitational effect was giving way to playful staccato teasing.

When she stopped and expressed her concern, Gonyaul responded confidently and truthfully.

“Just friends. Like new family away from home.” He was referencing all his travel companions.

She sighed with great relief and held his hand, biting her lip as she fidgeted, pivoting back and forth on her feet. She gave him another peck.

“Well… I shouldn’t disappear, why don’t you come to the prayer tent tomorrow. I’ll give you my story then?” she rose her eyebrows eagerly.

It was going to be a immense test of willpower to part ways from her right now. He agreed with a cute and reluctant expression.

“Please, if no go I, you take my gift in my place with you?”

He reached up into his long right sleeve and unbound the envelope in there. He handed it to her.

The front of the envelope had her first name, the script made to look like a deer.

Inside the envelope she would find a folded piece of parchment to act as a card. It was written in Vauxian calligraphy. Boyce helped him write and translate the common language beneath his language. It had been a little side project during his confinement to the wagon. Gonyaul was most grateful for Boyce’s genius.

“A letter? For me?! Oh, you are such a mystery!” she exclaimed as she held it to her bosom.

She was positively giddy. She hadn’t felt this way since… Well that man was a huge mistake. She looked at the envelope, “It’s beautiful and I don’t want to open it.”

She beamed at him, her nerves were on edge.

Had he ever smiled like this before? No, he can’t recall out of all his smiling experience this level of giddiness.

He gave Voah another kiss, cupping her beautiful face in one hand and his left hand weaving behind her head and into her hair.

He went swimming in her eyes as he whispered, “Happy Nat lie day, Voah Sansuur.” Yep, still mispronounced it.

She smirked at that. His broken common was adorable. “Thank you, Gonyaul,” she whispered, trying to get his name just right.

“Come find me tomorrow.” And with that she bounded off like a deer back toward the music and the revelry.