The afternoon had been a delight indeed, with cool weather but the sun shining to keep the chill away, it made for a perfect day out in a secluded area of the Highlands. In an area just inside of a forest with a open field to one side, they had just enough cover from onlookers to enjoy their time together. Enjoy it they had, as they were both slowly coming down from the afterglow while cuddled together in a more or less heap of tangled limbs.

The God smiled as he rolled his head over and kissed gently at his lover's throat. ”I never get this tired in a drawn out fight.” He chuckled to Basselina, and that was saying something considering Lokir was the God of Strength and Courage. Basse was a beautiful woman, and he had been smitten with her at first sight, and before he had risen as a God she had proved that she was easily a match for his werebear strength. On top of that Basse and Lokir were damn near even in fighting ability, each time they sparred they went back and forth on who won, no matter what weapon Lokir used.

This little… 'sparring' session had been exhausting, in a good way, and now they could relax a little and just be close and chat. Lokir leaned up enough to reach for a bottle and took a drink before handing it towards Basse if she wanted to share. ”We need to get away like this more often I think.” He grinned to her, his love for her was easy to see in his eyes.

The sun was soon to set, and stories said to stay out of these woods at night. But between the two warriors, or even alone, neither of them had anything to fear in these woods, they were the ones to be feared.

They were out in the Highlands primarily for business but it did help if they could sneak away for a bit. Basselina’s stormy blue eyes watched Lokir calm down as he curled up into her. Her strong arms were around him as they remained out of sight. It was an odd thing to be chased by a bear deity, even before he was on. “That’s because you don’t fight Highland warriors.” She said in jest. “That’s the fever of the Highlands getting to you.” She offered him a smirk as she nuzzled her head against his softly.

“Do you have a bit of Highland fever in you?” It was a joke as she chuckled towards the Bear Deity. Basse took the bottle in hand and took a good long drink as she thought about it. “Might be a good idea to get away from the milk drinkers the temple gets. Too many think they can get power fast when it takes dedication. I would probably bash their skulls together if I thought it would help.”

She offered a smirk up at him as she relaxed against a tree. “It is interesting to see how much you differ from my mother though she isn’t so easily trifled with.” Her mother was known for being a ruthless teacher but for good reason. “I repeat what I said though… God damn milk drinkers ruin a lot of good things trying to rush it.” She placed a kiss to Lokir’s neck now as she looked up at the sun.

“Do you ever think about what we will do as time passes? Where our relationship will go?” She was an old soul and she had lived a long time but it didn’t appear like Lokir was going anywhere. So… what did that mean for them?

He chuckled in reply as she nuzzled his neck in return, speaking of Highland fever. ”You're right, I never did fight one before.” He grinned. ”And if that's what the fever feels like, I'll take more any time.” The bottle was shared and Basse spoke of the types that were coming to the Fort for training, wanting what Lokir had to offer in as short as time possible. He sighed and nodded. ”I suppose you're right, Basse, a lot of that kind has shown up lately thinking they can get strong fast, or are talented enough already and want more. When even my basic instructors can put someone in their place quickly, that person needs to go back and start fresh, forget everything they know already and start again.” He didn't like speaking of those that sought help at the Fort in such a way, but he was learning that those truly that followed the path and Strength had the Courage in them already to put the work and long time dedication in to mastering what they sought.

It's not he disliked those that were too weak to know it, or that couldn't handle a weapon, what he disliked was when they were too think to admit to themselves. She placed a kiss on his neck as she spoke more, and he leaned his head down to kiss the top of her head as he replied. ”At least most of them have learned that lesson quickly, and then accept that they can't do it as fast as they want. Sadly there are always some that will not learn, who are too blind to their weaknesses to realize that they aren't as good as they believe. No matter how many times they get beaten down, they blame some outside force instead of themselves.” He sighed with a grin. ”Thankfully, I have you to help keep me grounded and sane, even if you have to beat it into me sometimes.”

At her more sensitive line of questions however, Lokir did think for a moment before shifting into his side to look at her directly. ”Basse, you make me feel invincible…, uh, apart from the whole God thing.” He grinned. ”You get the idea. We have many years ahead of us, should I stay as a God I will be bound to stay in these lands to do my duty, I hope to have you by my side. Should I fall from Grace, I had thought that you and I could journey across the lands and oceans and see this world and what challenges it can offer us.” He reached down and took her hand into his, enjoying the warmth of her skin against his as he leaned in closer. ”Whatever happens, I hope that we can do it together.”