Thread: Dominant Paladin, Innocent Bard (PsionicCuttlefish & SweetandSour)

Tyler was quite unprepared for Gwen insisting that he be the one to present the donation to the orphanage. Even with Gwen's reassuring touches, he got a little bashful again at suddenly being the center of attention and credit, but there was a small smile on his face when he handed the bag over to the thankful orphanage matron. Said matron also accepted the figurine from Gwen. After taking a moment to examine it, she looked up at Gwen and nodded resolutely. She shall be put in a safe, but visible place indeed. And once Gwen finished disentangling from the kids, Tyler caught up with her. Out on the road, Tyler looked up in surprise as he got another back-pat and encouraging words for playing his music. It was the first time he'd heard from anyone that they wanted to listen to him play. But what surprised him even more was Gwen talked about another musician who worked magic. Gwen...didn't think bardic magic was a joke? As he was trying to process this, he suddenly yelped as he found himself being hauled up to sit on Gwen's shoulders! Goodness, she was so strong , to effortlessly carry him like that! And to be picked up by a strong woman no less, made him feel...well...Tyler decided it was a very good thing that she could not see his face from where he was sitting on her shoulders, because his blushing face would be quite suspicious! Oh! Uh-uhm. Okay! He said quickly as Gwen started picking up into a long-strided jog that somehow kept Tyler's perch smooth and stable. So, seated as he was, Tyler found it easy to focus on his mini-harp. He test-plucked through his strings, making sure they were all properly tuned...and then, he started a song. It took him a little bit to really get going, as he started with a few basic melodies...but soon, he turned his mind towards what he was feeling. He was riding on the shoulders of a jogging orcess. His 'insufficiently noble' talent was accepted. He was going on an adventure. He was hopeful for the future! He put all this and more into the motions of his hand as he strummed out an upbeat, happy marching tune. And Gwen...while she was already in peak physical condition, as she ran down the road, being very well familiar with herself and her own capabilities she would realize soon that she was jogging even faster than normal, and with less effort. Whenever Tyler ended a tune and paused before starting up a new one, she would notice the effect begin to wear off...only to return once Tyler resumed his music. A good pace was made that day! After jogging into the evening, Gwen stopped wherever she decided was a good place to set up camp. When Tyler was finally picked up off her shoulders and set back down on the ground, he was a little wobbly for a moment, but still nowhere near as cramped up as he expected. Gwen too felt less fatigue than normal for herself. Tyler meanwhile took a few moments to dust himself off and recompose himself, check over his harp, and put it back into its cloth wrapping with care, which went into his backpack. He then looked to the orcess. So then...we're gonna make camp here? Right, uh, so, squire duties...what should I do first, ahh... Tyler blinked. ...Sir Gwen? ...Miss Gwen? I'm...not sure what to use... He mumbled off at the end.