#Blue Ridge Bed and Breakfast

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[florencemtrash]

He Feels Safe With You — Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel's sleeping habits begin to worry you, but after a conversation with Cassian, you realize you've misinterpreted the entire situation.

Warnings: Major fluff. Like tooth-rotting sweetness. Sleepy Az.

Author's note: I should be sleeping because I have work tomorrow but instead I've chosen to write this oneshot and I have no regrets.

It was starting to become a problem now. 

You cocked your head to the side, cradling a cup of tea in your hands and watching Azriel as he continued to sleep soundly in your bed. You had the windows cracked open and the early Autumn breeze swirled indoors with the scent of lavender, bergamot, and the strawberry jam you’d slathered over your toast. You checked the time once again on the glossy marble clock face. The arrow-shaped hour hand clicked ever closer to 11am, the minute hand close to overtaking its competitor. 

10:55am and Azriel was still asleep. 

The sheets clustered loose and low around his waist, mimicking the curling of his shadows up and down the ridges of his spine and across the delicate membrane of his wings. His wings hung loose and relaxed, stretching off the edges of your bed and caressing the floor with a lover’s touch. You blushed at the sight. When you and Azriel had first started courting each other three years ago, you’d thought through the mechanics of housing an Illyrian warrior in your bed — should you buy a new bed frame and mattress? Did you even have space for it in your apartment? The answer had been no to both, and yet Azriel loved when your daytime activities ended here instead of at the townhouse. If he cared about having to walk sideways to avoid the bookshelves in the halls or having to crouch to avoid the overhang above the staircase, he didn’t mention it. 

Three hours ago you’d woken up beneath the gentle weight of his wings, untangled yourself from Azriel’s greedy limbs, and crept down the stairs to your kitchen, bleary eyed but well rested. But that was three hours ago! Since then you’d brushed your teeth, washed your face, and eaten breakfast, and still the Shadowsinger hadn’t stirred. You were beginning to question whether he truly was the Spymaster of the Night Court as you sat in your velvet chair and admired your lover. You traced all the subtle movements of his body as he muddled through dreams you could only wonder at — the creasing of his brow, the slack line of his lips as he breathed, the twitching of his fingertips as he reached for some phantom object. 

The clock struck eleven and you sighed, gathering your plates but leaving Azriel’s pile of toast, butter, and honey alone. You also left the teapot and its mismatched cup, blowing magic over its lid in a silent command to keep its contents hot until Azriel awoke. 

“I’ll be down in the shop,” you whispered to his shadows, trusting that they would relay the message when their master finally decided to grace the daytime with his presence. 

One by one, shadows slipped off Azriel’s skin, curling around your ankles and wrists in a silent plea to stay. You shook them off like one might a needy child, promising you’d only be two floors down. 

The artists’ corner in Velaris was an eclectic array of compact townhouses, each outwardly dressed in their unique, dazzling finery. Your townhouse was squished between a painting studio and a luthier’s. The painting studio’s owner seemed intent on changing the color of the wooden sidings every other day and the drawings scribbled over the windows every other week. Today it was periwinkle blue to match the hydrangeas overflowing from the window boxes. 

You nodded in approval as you flipped the apothecary sign over from “Much apologies, please try another time” to “You’ve caught us! We’re open!” The blue would match your tulip yellow sidings and the clean white accents of the luthier’s. Last week it had been red and that had looked gods-awful. 

You busied yourself in the shop, crushing up lavender and herbs and boiling mugwort in fire-stained glassware in between flurries of customers until the medicinal stench in the air grew thick and strong. You were used to it by now. It smelled clean. Like home. 

You were finishing tying up a bundle of teabags when Cassian came in carrying a sturdy wooden box under one arm like it weighed five pounds instead of fifty. You snapped out the wrinkles of a cloth bag, dropping the teabags and five vials of sleep serum for the nightingale-winged nymph in front of you. 

“Four feathers and three strands of hair, as we bargained for,” you said, sliding the bag across the counter. 

The nymph nodded in approval, extending out a wing and shoving her fingers into the pillowy softness. She tested for loose feathers ready to pull.

“You’re a godsend, Y/n, has anyone ever told you that?” She pulled out three feathers, closed her wing, and started testing the feathers on the other side. “Finnigan’s was asking me for ten. Ten! Can you believe that? If I hadn’t found you in time I’d have been reduced to a plucked chicken.” She was much less precious about her mousey brown hair and yanked out three strands at random. “Oops, you get an extra strand today,” she sang, dropping the feathers and hair into the jars you held out. 

“Well it’s a good thing you found me then, Moricka.” 

“Honestly! I understand he’s got a large studio space he’s renting in the thick of the Palace, and even I will admit the ambiance is rather professional—” 

Cassian raised his brow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his scarred lips as he continued to stand motionless in the doorway. It was true your space was more… homey than Finnigan’s, but your expertise shined in intimate spaces. You liked the control and the familiarity that came from running a smaller business and you wouldn’t give it up for the world. 

“But I do think the success is getting to his head. You both studied under Lady Madja so I don’t see why—” 

You nodded absentmindedly. It was always like this with Moricka. The songbird in her made it difficult for her to stop talking, but at least her voice was pleasant. 

She threw her hands up in the air before finally catching wind of another presence in the room. Cassian waved at her with a wink and an orange blush creeped onto her full cheeks. He tended to have that effect on fae with his towering size and the wild beauty of his chiseled jaw and smattering of scars over his cheeks and brow. 

“Oh… oh dear, I didn’t realize you had another customer. Oh my goodness I’ve been talking your ear off all this time and you’ve been too kind to say anything. You’re a godsend, Y/n. A godsend! I don’t know what I would do without you, although I should really be letting you go now.” She grabbed her things and sidestepped the range of Cassian’s wings, trying and failing now to gawk. “I’ll see you soon enough again I’m sure.” 

“I’ll be here.” You sighed in relief when the doorbell rang behind her petite frame, the inoffensive smile you offered all your customers sliding off your face like oil on water. Cassian chuckled, dropping the box onto the countertop with a dull thud. 

“Long day?” 

You pulled out a stepstool and began rummaging around through the box, pulling out jars of squid ink, bark trimmings, buttons, and one particularly nasty jar containing a large eye suspended in yellow goo. “It’s not even three.” 

“Did I stutter?”

You tapped the glass and the eye swiveled around to look at you, pupil enlarging and constricting with a stutter. “Yes, yes very good,” you muttered your praise and Cassian fought hard not to shiver. He had a stomach for a great many things, but some of the specimens you handled tested his resilience.

“Thank you for bringing all of this. You’ve saved me a great deal of trouble.” 

“Perhaps you could do the same for me and tell me where my brother is? I’ve been looking for him all day.” Cassian leaned forward on the counter, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Are you holding him hostage, Y/n? Are you using your feminine powers to bring the poor male to his knees? I must admit, I didn’t imagine you as the kind capable of kidnapping. Or shadow-napping, shall we say?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m hardly holding him hostage.” You gestured down the hallway past the bookshelves and the cases of empty glassware where the light from the staircase glowed like an iron eye. “He’s upstairs sleeping.” 

Cassian furrowed his brows, stepping around and past you. He kept his wings tucked closer to his shoulder blades, careful not to upset the cramped organization you maintained in your shop. 

He smirked. “Still? Are you sure you didn't work your feminine powers last night?” 

You glanced out the store window. A few fae lingered outside the coffee shop across the street clutching takeaway boxes against their chest as they chatted and sipped their drinks. The street was otherwise empty. For now, you wouldn’t have to deal with any customers. 

You looked back at Cassian. “I actually wanted to ask you about that.”

His brows furrowed. “About feminine powers?” He'd meant that as a joke.

“Gods, Cassian let that go.” You wrung your hands. “I wanted to ask if Azriel was alright? Has he seemed… normal to you?”

“I don’t know, has he?” Cassian lowered his voice, sinking into one of the stools by the clear glass medicine cabinet. “From what I can tell he seems well. Happy.” 

Although happy was an understatement. Ever since you’d stumbled into their lives with Madja’s accolades and your wry humor, Azriel had been a goner. You’d pulled emotions from him as deftly as a spinster with a pile of wool, reduced him to a reverential, lovesick mess, and imbued his existence with a color not even Feyre could mix up. Which made it all the more confusing why you looked so nervous.

“You’ve seen more of him than I have, Y/n.” Cassian said. He braced his elbows against his knees, turning serious. The faint bags under his hazel eyes hinted at sleepless nights spent fussing over Neera. It was their fault really, any daughter of Nesta and Cassian was destined to be restless and particular.

“He just… he’s been sleeping more. Falling into bed early, but waking up late. Sometimes we’ll be reading together or just existing side by side and when I turn to face him, he’s dead asleep on the couch.” 

Cassian’s lips twitched, slowly stretching into a smile. You plucked a hemp bag off one of the wall shelves at random, tossing its contents into a mortar and beginning to grind just so you could have something to do with your hands. 

“At first I brushed it off, but it’s gotten to a point where I’ll be talking to him — mindless things, but regardless — and I’ll catch him dozing off. He’s always very apologetic after but I…” The mortar and pestle clattered to a stop. “I worry that he’s growing bored of me. Or that he’s sick in a way I can’t help.” 

“Y/n.” There was a smile in Cassian’s voice, and indeed when you looked at him, his teeth were glistening in the soft afternoon haze. His eyes shined knowingly, as if the answer were obvious.

You paused. “Yes?”

“He feels safe with you.” 

You blinked once. Twice. 

“Pardon?” 

Cassian tipped back in his seat, knocking his head against the cabinet with a rattle of jars and glass as he laughed. “He’s sleeping so much because he feels safe with you. It’s probably why he prefers to spend time here instead of at the townhouse and why he’s still dead asleep while we’re sitting here gossiping about him. Three years ago you couldn’t even whisper his name in a crowded room without him appearing from the shadows as if summoned.” 

You felt heat rise in your cheeks. “Oh... I see.” 

Cassian was grinning. “Y/n, I promise you he’s not bored of you. Azriel sleeping is a good thing. The gods know he could use more rest. I think he might be the worst of us when it comes to taking care of ourselves.” 

Something about Cassian’s words had a crack splintering in your chest. You knew about his past. You knew of the horrors burned into the ruined skin of his hands and the weight his duties deposited on his shoulders.

And here you’d been worried over him sleeping past noon. 

Shadows slipped down the stairs, pooling around your feet in a neat circle and kissing the exposed skin of your ankles. Azriel followed closely behind, still wearing his rumpled hair and pants and a shirt he’d hastily shoved his neck and arms into. He hadn’t even buttoned up the slits below his wings, opting to let the fabric swing free and loose and expose flashes of skin as he walked. 

He jutted his chin out in acknowledgement of Cassian and then folded himself over your back, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and dropping his face into the crook of your neck where he breathed in the scent of lemon and lavender and medicine. 

“You weren’t there when I woke up,” he said, frowning. There was a slur to his words.

“It’s past three, brother.” 

Azriel snapped his head up in surprise, squinting at the window and the afternoon sunlight streaking in. The pale cobblestones shone like they’d been drenched in honey. 

“What?” 

Cassian rolled his eyes, patting Azriel’s back fondly and mussing up your hair before walking towards the door. He flipped the sign from “You’ve caught us! We’re open!” to “Much apologies, please try another time.” 

“Goodnight, you two!" He called from over his back. "Remember we’re meeting at Rhys’s for dinner tonight.” He turned, bracing his arms against the top of the doorway and leaning forward like he meant to share a secret. “8pm sharp. Don’t be too late or we’ll get the wrong idea about what you two are up to.” He winked, then whistled down the street, letting the door close on its own behind him. 

Azriel sighed, going back to nuzzling his face in your neck. He peppered the sensitive skin there with kisses. 

“Will you be coming back upstairs then?” He murmured hopefully. "Now that you're finished with work?"

You bit your lip and decided rather quickly that the world would not end because you closed a few hours early. 

You led him up the stairs, past the kitchen and living room on the second floor, and then up to the third floor — your bedroom. The window was still open, the hustle and bustle of the city and the smell of coffee from across the street wafting in. Steam no longer poured from the lip of the teapot, so you knew Azriel had had something to drink, and where you’d left toast on his plate this morning lay only crumbs. 

Azriel dropped to his knees, untying your laces and helping you out of your boots. Then he straightened and tugged at the belt loops of your trousers, silently asking for permission before unbuttoning them and sliding them off your legs. Your shirt, then his shirt, and then his trousers joined the pile of crumpled clothing on the floor.

He gently pushed you back onto the bed, falling face first after you with a sigh. This was his favorite position to sleep in — you comfortable on your back and him laying with his hips slotted in between your legs and his head resting over your heart. 

You sank your fingers into his velvety, black hair. His hums of satisfaction flowed through your body, lighting every nerve with a comforting buzz. 

“Azriel?” You asked him, before sleep could finally claim him once more. 

“Hmmm?” 

“Do you feel safe with me?” 

He pressed his face further into the soft flesh of your chest, bringing his arms up and around your waist before allowing his wings to do the same. The thin membranes glowed red as hot coals, blocking out the most offensive rays of light from outside. 

“When I am with you, I forget that I was ever that boy whose hands got burned. When I am with you, the hundreds of years I spent feeling alone and worthless in this world melt away into nothing. When I am with you — when I am in this place that smells and feels so strongly of you — I can imagine a future that is good and pure and perfect.” He sighed deeply, seemingly ignorant to the pounding of your heart and the waves of feeling flooding your system. “So yes, my love — my Y/n — I do feel safe with you.”

“I feel safe with you too,” you murmured. “I love you, Azriel.” 

You kissed the crown of his head, earning one last smile and a slurred, “I love you, Y/n,” before his jaw went slack and the room went silent save for the mixing of your breaths and the stirring of shadows.

[jazzythursday]

Handy links for all my wesper fics:

Everyday, Just a Little or a Little Bit (42K, T) - the scenic route to the Van Eck reveal (multi-chap Wylan character study)

Heart Of The Country (ongoing, T) - a series of happenings at the Fahey family farm, one year post-Crooked Kingdom.

No Right Way for the Blue or Black Days (4K, T) - Jesper has a run in with some debt collectors after a solo job, and comes back to the Slat bruised, bloody, embarrassed and, despite all insistence to the contrary, not fine. Neither of them take it well.

Fashionably Late (1K, T) - Date night, or the precursor to it. Jesper has certain thoughts about punctuality and surprises, and Wylan has thoughts about Jesper. Themes of identity and self acceptance.

Aubade, in Bed (1K, T) - Jesper wakes up to Wylan tapping silent melodies against the ridges of his ribs, over the apex of his heart. Geldstraat fluff.

Call and Response (1K, T) - A night out in the Barrel. Clubs are loud, and Wylan is quiet. Neither of these things are a problem.

Cutting Losses (1K, T) - obligatory Wylan leaving the morning after meeting Jesper fic. Stroopwafels meet-cute backstory with a side of angst.

Questions, Unasked (396 words, G) - short drabble about Jesper listening to Wylan ramble and noticing how he puts himself down.

Science and Magic (2K, G) - s2 filler, Wylan falls asleep in Jesper’s lap post-adrenaline crash after the battle in Ravka. Vaguely hurt/comfort adjacent but mostly just fluff. Hair petting.

In careful moderation (of all good things) (2K, G) - post-s2, Nina talks to Wylan about the importance of cake, and accepting love without fear. Jesper cameo at the end.

Call to Rest/Call to Wake (3K, T) - post-s2 soft mornings at the Slat. Jesper wants to go out for breakfast and Wylan is not a morning person.

I Need to Leave (Please Stay) (1K, T) - a short Wylan character study on leaving and being left, struggling through his first year in the Barrel, and meeting Jesper. Light angst with a happy ending.

Careless Is the Fall (3K, T) - Wylan character study about perfectionism and making mistakes. Chemistry accidents and hurt/comfort.

When I Try to Find My Way (4K, G) - show!wesper post-ck. Jesper goes up to the roof of the mansion for some air, Wylan goes up to the roof of the mansion for Jesper. Wishing on shooting stars and talking about feelings ensues.

Taste of Home (3K, T) - show!wesper Geldstraat years. Wylan comes home from a council meeting and Jesper has taken up baking. Dancing in the kitchen and fluff ensues.

Flight of the Butterfly / Symbiosis (3K, T) - s2 filler. Travel time between Shu Han and Ravka. Nighttime conversations on the deck of the Hummingbird.

Familiar Strangers (2K, T) - s2 filler. Jesper’s pov of the night the Crow Club blows up, and what happens after.

List of my GO fics here

[whateveryouiguess]

four letter word.

Miguel O’ Hara x Reader, 1k+ words

Warnings: None i don’t think, mentions of Miguel’s comic origin along w his movie lore, she/her pronouns r used in this one, mostly sentimental ramblings abt everyone’s favorite problematic bb girl, improper punctuation and capitalization bc i’m a poet and i simply cant be bothered LMAOOO. lmk whatcha think :)

last night, miguel told her he hated her.

at least, that’s how he heard it. with her hand in his hair and his head nestled between the ridges of her collarbone and the crook of her neck, his eyes closed as every bit of the days worries seemed to float away, just as they always did when he was in her arms. craning his neck up to see the edge of her face backlit by the lamp light, the gentle contours of her face illuminated like a Rembrandt painting. the crest of dawn was creeping, seeping through the cracks in the windowsill, the green blue sky still freckled with stars as the world stay asleep. universes laid to rest in their cozy beds, minds at ease, all shrouded in blankets and carpeted by dreams: all but him. he never slept very much anyway; if there wasn’t a pressing mission keeping him awake, it was the ghosts that waited for him behind his eyes.

the compilation of all his hardest, worst moments, playing on a loop in the empty theatre of his hippocampus. the icy sensation of a rapture high, the white hot pain of withdrawal. the strands of spider dna that launched a foot race through him as he injected himself with nothing but a hope and a prayer. the stretching of his jaw, the razor sharp fangs that grew onto his incisors, the indicators that he would forever be other. though the coercive whispers of his addiction had grown quiet, the blood curdling screams of his wife and child still echoed through him, day by day, night by night, every hour on the hour. it was years before he could look at happy families without the urge to scratch at his leg with one of his talons. that should’ve been us. that would’ve been us if I hadn’t fucked it up so badly. he’d learned to let the ghosts just float by, a technique begrudgingly introduced into his life once it was recommended by jess, practically his therapist (and a mind reader, as he hadn’t once asked for her help). part of him—a stupid, naive, part—hoped that they would never truly go away. in his mind, in the absence of them, it was as though their screams were close enough to their laughter that he could pretend he still heard them, that when he rose from his bedroom each morning, he would still find them laughing and carrying on as they made sunday breakfast, or that when he woke up to an empty house, there they would be, playing in the soil and pruning the rose bushes out back, but at the end of the day, he knew they wouldn’t be. there was no stove for them to warm tortillas on for breakfast tacos. and there was no garden of roses to prune on the cold, lawn-less patio of his high rise apartment. it was just him and his grief.

but miguel didn’t believe in that “five stages” bullshit. just another myth of psychology constructed by scientists to put the suffering at ease, he thought. to give them a timeline of their hurting, to provide them not with a date or location of when, but a clear indicator that the dust of hurting would one day settle, and that the war inside their head would one day be over. he thought they’d figured that was a good enough bandage for the gash of death. but no one talks about the scar that comes once that gash is healed. no one talks about the ripping of the stitches, or the blinding pain that follows when the wounds reopen and clot and scab over and over and over again, never quite sealing shut. miguel knew in his head that he would never heal, and part of him was grateful. if he never healed, he never had to let them go. THAT was why he hated her.

he hated her because the very second he first saw her, he could hear the bells. she smiled at no one and nothing in particular, and his national anthem blared on speakers through the streets, the song he hadn’t heard since the day he lost the first loves of his life. she said hello, and flags were raised once again, she waved goodbye and the city streets, littered in bombshells and empty magazines swept themselves clean, a cold rain poured down from the sky and civilians left their homes for the first time in days to watch the downpour, to dance in it. war was over, whether he liked it or not.

and now, with his head on her chest and her heartbeat in his ear, the ghosts have found their final resting place and kissed his cheeks goodbye, one last time. and though he never loses sight of them, they don’t scream his name from the rubble anymore. they whisper to him, egging him on, encouraging him on days when he can’t find the strength in himself to keep going. the specters are like saints to him now, a crutch to lean on when he wants her so badly it makes him miss them. he kneels at their gravestone and weeps, just for them to rest on his shoulder and sigh. and they forgive him. they let him go. free him into the expanses of the wild with the knowledge that he’s ready to survive on his own, and they cheer jubilantly when he runs straight to her, as if there were anywhere else for him to go.

miguel hates her. he hates the way her laughter makes his stomach bubble, he detests the sweet, potent smell of the still-steamy bathroom as she exits the shower (he also hates the little messages she leaves for him in the fogged up mirror—finger traced transmissions reading “hi, handsome!” and “we’re out of toilet paper <3”). and he hates, most of all, that she doesn’t have to try. she never once forced him to open up to her, starting the game and waiting till he was comfortable enough to lay out his cards. he was guarded as all get out before he met her, but he broke down brick walls to let her in, not because she asked him to, or even because she said she requested entry. because he knew it was time to open. it was time for the eastern and western regions of himself to meet and rejoice once again, to end the era of his solitude and self pity, and to allow the soft smiles and crows feet to return to his face again.

he hates how easy it was to fall apart in her arms, and how easily she puts him back to together. he hates how she never needed him, but wanted him more than anything, he hates how she made an effort for him, because no one else ever had, and he hates most of all that there isn’t a single fiber of his being that could ever, in any fraction of the multiverse, bring the whole of him to truly and earnestly detest her. he hates her because he doesn’t hate her. not one bit at all.

so, in the present moment, when he cranes his neck up to see her, eyes only half open in the wee, small, hours of the morning, he traces a hand down her jaw and rests his palm behind her ear and strokes his thumb across her cheek. the sleepy smile that pulls from her entraps him, the feeling of her nails scratching at the nape off his entombs him, he knows he is royally and utterly screwed, tortured by the mere experience of her. so he licks his cracked lips and elects to give her a piece of his mind.

but when he opens his mouth to tell her how much he hates her, hate doesn’t end up being the four letter word he uses.

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ty for reading <3 if ya have any requests send em my way and maybe i’ll do em who knows. take it easy :)

[writingsofwerewolves]

I mentioned that I had a rough outline written for a story featuring my dragon character B.D. I figured I might as well post it. Just keep in mind, it's really rough and short and meant more to be a summary of events.

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I was cleaning the castle with my roommate when he saw me. The dragon prince. Without a word to me, he ordered the castle guards to not let me leave. I’d spotted him across the way and was instantly intrigued. He was in his humanoid form. Human-like arms and legs. His torso was hidden by his clothing but it was similar enough to human. No one could confuse him, or the king and queen, for human though. Their skin, or perhaps scales, were very distinctly dragon. The prince was mostly a dark grey, with crimson around his eyes. Small horns protruded from the bridge of his nose and where his hairline would be if he were human. I hadn’t seen the king or queen up close, but they had much larger horns from what I could tell. I guessed it was the prince’s age that caused the smaller horns.

It was terrifying when the guards told me to remain at the castle while my roommate returned home. She shrugged and wished me luck before abandoning me. I waited anxiously for quite a while before the prince arrived. I hadn’t seen him up close, or any of the royal dragon family, so it was a bit disconcerting at first.

He explained very shortly that I would be moving into the castle. Into his quarters. I didn’t dare ask why. I was scared of the answer and knew it wouldn’t change anything regardless. I didn’t have a choice. A castle guard escorted me home to collect my things. I told my roommate and she was furious. She was upset the prince hadn’t picked her. Did she really want to be the prince’s prisoner as I was to be? I was certainly willing to trade places with her, but that likely wasn’t an option.

When I returned to the castle, I was brought up to the prince’s quarters. It was high up in a tower. While climbing the stairs, my fear of heights hit me. But I pressed on.

The room was large and spacious, with a balcony. There was no door to the balcony. It was just a large opening with a ledge. No railing. I froze, scared to move any closer to it, despite being an entire room away.

The prince was there and greeted me kindly. He gave me a tour of the room, though I kept a good distance from the open ledge. The bed was giant. Big enough for him in his dragon form, I imagined. Then I realized, of course the balcony was so he could fly to and from his room easily. I had seen dragons flying around the castle before.

When he said I was to sleep in his bed with him, I thought my worst fears were confirmed. But that night, he slept far from me in the bed. Not touching me at all. I didn’t sleep for even a moment.

The next day, he walked me down to the dining hall for breakfast. He ate and spoke with other castle residents. His parents, the king and queen, were nowhere to be seen. I was grateful for that. I didn’t know if it really mattered, but I wasn’t ready to meet them.

I didn’t eat, but I didn’t think the prince noticed.

On our way back to his quarters, we came across the queen. She was extremely tall and elegant. Her frill of horns looked like a crown. Her coloring was a mix of pinks, purples, and blues. She greeted me warmly, though I found myself unable to respond, and gave the prince a task.

The prince and I returned to his quarters and he informed me he would have to leave for a while. He said I could go anywhere in the castle, within reason. The guards would tell me if a place was off limits and would escort me back to the bedroom if I got lost.

The prince disrobed. I tried not to look, but modesty didn’t seem a concern for him. I was able to catch a little bit of a glance of his back. He had red ridges down his spine. Then he transformed into his full dragon form. Wings and a tail sprouting from his body. He looked back at me briefly before flying off the ledge.

I of course didn’t roam the castle. I stayed in bed. Tired and hungry. I hadn’t slept or eaten since arriving.

At some point, I must have either fallen asleep or passed out because it was dark when the flapping of wings woke me. At least, I heard the wings and knew it was dark. I wasn’t exactly conscious though.

Then I felt hands shaking me and heard the prince’s voice calling my name in concern. I blinked my eyes open. He asked me if I’d eaten and I told him no. He demanded to know why and I explained, as best I could, that I had allergies. He didn’t know what the word meant so I said certain things could kill me if I ate them. Or if they didn’t kill me, I would suffer so much I’d wish I were dead.

I told him what I was allergic to and he promised to find food that was safe for me.

A short while later he returned, his arms laden with fruits and meats. Though I was weak, with his help I was able to sit up and drink water and eat a little bit. I told him it was far too much for me and with a smile and chuckle, he assured me that most was for him.

When I was feeling better, I realized we had bonded a little. And I realized that he likely didn’t want me for what I first assumed. I didn’t have any clue why he wanted me, but it wasn’t for sex as far as I could tell.

We started to speak more. I was a little less afraid to talk.

Over the next few days, I started to worry more that I’d been wrong. That he did want me for sex. Because he spooned me during the night. His snout pressed into the back of my neck and his hand rested on my middle. I found, however, I didn’t mind it. In fact, his warmth felt comforting and I slept better when we were touching.

A few nights of that and I realized what was happening. At least, I hoped that’s what it was. It would explain why he randomly decided to take me over anyone else. It would explain why he didn’t even seem to know why he wanted me. The warmth of his touch was likely due to him being a dragon, but the comfort it brought me… surely our connection was why.

He asked me if I wanted to meet his father and sister. I nervously agreed and he brought me to a far part of the castle I hadn’t been. It was a large room, though it was mostly taken up by a giant dragon. He was mainly a deep brown but had dark green markings.

I froze, fearful when I saw the large dragon but the prince took my hand and led me inside. He introduced me to the king and a much smaller dragon interrupted. She was the size of a Labrador and just as energetic. She bounced around the large room and greeted me excitedly.

She was adorable. The prince explained, as the king couldn’t talk in his dragon form, that she was too young to shift so the kingdom didn’t know about her yet. When she gained the ability to shift, she would be introduced as the princess.

I hesitantly asked questions. Like how old she was. Ten years old, they explained. Still just a baby in dragon years. That led me to ask the prince’s age. Two hundred and thirty four. My jaw dropped. I didn’t dare ask the king’s age.

Over time, I came to learn a lot about dragons. I learned that for them, sex and gender didn’t influence each other. In fact, dragons had no concept of gender themselves! They only identified with human genders so humans would accept them. After learning that, I came out as nonbinary to the prince and he and the queen used they/them pronouns for me without issue.

At night, the prince occasionally slept as a dragon in the bed. It seemed that he tried to keep his distance on those nights, but as we slept, we would always migrate towards each other.

One night, when he was in his humanoid form, he was spooning me and suddenly nipped the back of my neck. I was surprised but instantly aroused. To further my surprise, he pulled away, his head in his hands as if he were ashamed.

He apologized and I assured him it was fine. He explained that neck biting was something dragon mates did. I wasn’t surprised by that, but I did ask if he viewed me as his mate. He wanted me to be, he said. But he wasn’t sure how I would respond to that, as a human. I told him that I was very interested and very attracted to him. If he wanted me as his mate, I had no objections.

After all… we were already mates. He just didn’t know that.

He explained that barring anything unforeseen, dragons mated for the long term. Like humans, except dragons lived much much longer.

I should have told him then, as I agreed to be his mate. He deserved to know. But I wasn’t even really thinking about what would happened. I should have, but I was too happy.

We explored our sexual relationship. A few times, he bit me a little too hard but I really didn’t have any complaints. I didn’t know how to have sex with a dragon and he didn’t know how to have sex with a human, so we agreed to learn together.

He told me that under normal circumstances, such a relationship with a human would likely be frowned upon in dragon culture but dragons were nearly extinct. He and his family knew of no other dragons in the world. For all they knew, they were the last four.

The prince told me that if another dragon was found, it would be his duty to attempt to reproduce with them. He assured me his heart would belong to me, but he needed to do what he could to insure his species’ survival.

We hadn’t delved too deeply into our sexual relationship when I asked what sex he was. I already knew the king likely had birthed both offspring and the queen had sired them. So I was curious as to what the prince was packing, so to speak. I assured him that if it was too personal, I was sorry and it was fine. I didn’t need to know.

He chuckled and said “you always say that when you ask questions.” Then his expression darkened. It was clear he was worried about my reaction.

I told him it didn’t matter. We couldn’t reproduce anyways and gender and sex had no impact on my attraction to him.

But that wasn’t the issue, he said. It wasn’t about which sex he was… because he was both.

He tentatively explained that some dragons had the ability to both lay eggs and sire offspring. And he was one such dragon. I assured him that it didn’t bother me. He knew that humans with such conditions were looked down upon and worried I would think that way. I told him my knowledge of human biology. That more humans than we even knew had aspects believed to belong to the opposite sex. Of course, few if any humans could produce children both ways but such a state was much more natural to humans than humans liked to think. And his state of being had no impact on how I thought of him.

I loved him. And his reproductive possibilities didn’t make a difference.

I also learned that day that they didn’t know what sex his sister was yet. It was impossible to tell, without being very invasive, until they were fifty or so years old. Which was equivalent to an eleven or twelve year old human. They reached puberty, or sexual maturity, but were still considered children and far too young to actually reproduce. While technically they could, dragon culture considered them too physically and mentally immature to do so. I found that oddly to be a big comfort.

In addition, the prince told me that they chose their human genders based on their colorations. His colors were more muted, as were the king’s, so they chose to pass as male. The queen’s and his sister’s were brighter, more vivid colors, so they thought female was better for them. Gender had no meaning to the family outside of what it meant to the humans they ruled.

I could have told him the truth anytime in the year we had together. It was a beautiful year. Full of love and laughter. Earth quaking sex with a dragon. And sweet peaceful nights of sleep. I’d never been so happy in my life.

But I’d forgotten it wasn’t going to last.

When I was taken away from that world, I cried. I cried so hard and for so long, I never thought I would stop. But I had to. Because I was going to get back there.

~

Dragons watched me approach from the distance. I carefully examined each one for my beloved’s crimson markings. Some looked similar, making my heart skip a beat, but I knew it wasn’t him. When I got closer to the nest, the dragons became more bold. They got closer.

How I knew exactly where to go up the mountain, I wasn’t sure. But I knew he was there.

When I reached the nest, a large cream colored dragon stood there. Beautiful and elegant, much like the queen had been. Then behind that dragon, I saw him.

But… he looked so different, if that really was him. The horns framing his face were much larger. What had been a little nub on his nose was now a full horn stretching up to his forehead. His coloring had dulled and darkened. What had been a distinct crimson around his eyes and down his spine was barely recognizable as a shade of red. Where he previously had been silvery grey, he was a smoky black with a tint of blue.

Most importantly, he was huge. As a dragon, he previously was perhaps a bit larger than a Clydesdale but after so long apart, he had at least tripled in size. I stumbled backwards a step at the sight of him.

I greeted him shyly as he approached. His expression was hard to read as a dragon, but there was no doubt he recognized me. I asked if we could speak in private and he nodded.

As he neared, I fought the urge to back away further. He was massive and it scared me.

He led the way to a private area. On the way, a small dragon, about the size of his sister when I met her, bounded up to him. They rubbed muzzles affectionately and the prince spoke in dragon tongue to the youngster.

We arrived to a private area and he began to shift into his humanoid form, but it seemed difficult to him. He explained that he had been a very long time since he shifted, so it was hard and even painful. I apologized and said I didn’t want to cause him pain.

“Seeing you again is worth any amount of pain,” he told me.

He hugged me tightly. He was much larger, even in his humanoid form, so at first I was frightened. But it was him. My love.

I told him that I never intended to leave him. That I had so much I should have told him to start with. I explained everything. Well… half of everything. I told him my story. Reincarnations, dimension travel, and so on. I didn’t tell him his story. I couldn’t. I told him how hard I worked to get back to him and I learned that two thousand years had passed.

I asked if the young dragons were his children and he confirmed it. Ten offspring. I made a comment about his ‘mate’ and he interrupted.

“No,” he said firmly, “They are not my mate. You are. Only you. They are my reproductive partner. Together we are attempting to save our species. We care for each other deeply, but they have a mate with whom they cannot reproduce. And I do as well. You. My heart has always belonged to you.”

[xunandran]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday (Firepilot Edition)

Here's a bit of mild NSFW Bucktommy from my current project. The project itself is Buddie endgame, but at this point in the story, Buck and Tommy are married and heading toward finalizing their divorce. Buck got some bad news the night before and ends up in Tommy's bed. This is that next morning.

===== From "Trouble in Shangri-La" (763 words) =====

Evan is still clinging to him as morning streams through the east facing windows. Tommy has almost forgotten how comforting it is to have the weight of the other man against his side. He shifts, more to prompt blood flow into his shoulder than anything else. Evan follows suit, his low chainsaw snore interrupted ever so briefly as he reorients himself, slackened lips loose against Tommy’s chest just below his collar bone. 

He knows the smart thing is to extricate himself from the situation; pull himself from the clinging grasp of his soon-to-be ex-husband. But morning looks so good on Evan, from his mussed curls to the fields of stubble and the twinned pink dots framing his brow that Tommy’s traced untold times. Waking him means one day closer to never again, and when Evan’s at an arm’s distance, that’s easy to remember. Right now? Not so much. 

It’s not that he wants never again. He wants happily ever after. He wants lazy mornings and breakfast and Evan’s silly jokes and infodumping. He wants dinner and commiserating about their days and celebrating the victories where they can. He wants never ending nights and endless kisses, twinned hearts pounding together until the blush of morning exposes them. He wants everything. It’s been what he’s always wanted, ever since he met the man. 

Evan can’t give him everything though. It’s taken him years of hoping and wishing to realize that. As much as Evan loves him, and he knows that Evan loves him, it can’t fill the need inside Tommy. It can’t salve the knowing that there is and would always be someone higher on Evan’s list than he could ever be. It can’t quench the jealous heart that beats in him that needs to be the most important person in someone’s life. 

For right now though, it’s nice to pretend. It’s nice to once again trace along Evan’s birthmark and smile at the way his brows crinkle in protest even as he sleeps. It’s nice to pretend there isn’t a looming appointment to dissolve all of this. It’s nice to imagine that the simple band still on Evan’s finger means that Tommy really is the one, the most important. 

Evan stretches, fingers slinking over Tommy’s bare stomach. Tommy swallows the hitch in his throat as his skin inflames under Evan’s touch. The younger man’s hand stops, but his thumb lazily traces circles against the ridges of muscle surrounding Tommy’s navel. It’s the motion of someone conscious and aware of their actions. Tommy should say something. He shouldn’t let his silence encourage Evan. But it’s been weeks since he’s been touched by a hand other than his own and he can’t help but whine softly, logic warring against desires. 

If he looks down, he’ll see Evan’s blue eyes focused on him, which is why he doesn’t. His is a sharp intake of air in beat to the first of the trail of light kisses against his chest. Against better judgements, he slides his thumb lightly along the peaks and valleys of Evan’s spine, the motion stilling the smaller man before he decides to interpret Tommy’s caress as permission. Evan wastes no time making good on Tommy’s assent, slithering his lips upward against Tommy’s skin until they’re trading breaths in an epic, unfettered catastrophe.  

Tommy leans into their sweet disaster, losing himself in the crush of lips, teeth, and tongues. With little effort, he pulls Evan onto his lap, rough hands reminding his saturated senses of the majestic ridges and valleys of the body that he’s spent years committing to memory. Even after weeks of no contact, he could still navigate Evan’s body in the dark, but the light filtering through the sheers lets him burn Evan’s beauty against his retinas one last time. 

They’re reckless and fast, each refusing to give their brains time to stop them. There’s a small moment of separation as Evan reaches into Tommy’s end table for supplies. He knows he should stop, but he aches to feel everything Evan’s willing to give him one more time. He can’t call what they’re doing making love. It’s too raw and charged to be love. Not anymore. They’re a pair of panting, desperate messes, riding the cusp of the memories of a happier time. Evan’s rooted, knees braced against Tommy’s sides and his palm against the headboard for leverage as he pulls Tommy apart inch by inch. 

Theirs is the morning, the rattle and creak of wood and springs blending with desperate moans and Tommy’s name on Evan’s lips, a forlorn, whispered prayer.

[ebaeschnbliah]

That morning they lit a fire in a deep hollow shrouded by great bushes of holly, and their supper-breakfast was merrier than it had been since they set out. They did not hurry to bed afterwards, for they expected to have all the night to sleep in, and they did not mean to go on again until the evening of the next day. Only Aragorn was silent and restless. After a while he left the Company and wandered on to the ridge; there he stood in the shadow of a tree, looking out southwards and westwards, with his head posed as if he was listening. Then he returned to the brink of the dell and looked down at the others laughing and talking.

`What is the matter, Strider?' Merry called up. 'What are you looking for? Do you miss the East Wind?'

'No indeed,' he answered. `But I miss something. I have been in the country of Hollin in many seasons. No folk dwell here now, but many other creatures live here at all times, especially birds. Yet now all things but you are silent. I can feel it. There is no sound for miles about us, and your voices seem to make the ground echo. I do not understand it.'

Gandalf looked up with sudden interest. `But what do you guess is the reason?' he asked. `Is there more in it than surprise at seeing four hobbits, not to mention the rest of us, where people are so seldom seen or heard?'

`I hope that is it,' answered Aragorn. `But I have a sense of watchfulness, and of fear, that I have never had here before.'

"Then we must be more careful,' said Gandalf. 'If you bring a Ranger with you, it is well to pay attention to him, especially if the Ranger is Aragorn. We must stop talking aloud, rest quietly, and set the watch.'

It was Sam's turn that day to take the first watch, but Aragorn joined him. The others fell asleep. Then the silence grew until even Sam felt it. The breathing of the sleepers could be plainly heard. The swish of the pony's tail and the occasional movements of his feet became loud noises. Sam could hear his own joints creaking, if he stirred. Dead silence was around him, and over all hung a clear blue sky, as the Sun rode up from the East. Away in the South a dark patch appeared, and grew, and drove north like flying smoke in the wind.

`What's that, Strider? It don't look like a cloud ...' 

... said Sam in a whisper to Aragorn. He made no answer, he was gazing intently at the sky; but before long Sam could see for himself what was approaching. Flocks of birds, flying at great speed, were wheeling and circling, and traversing all the land as if they were searching for something; and they were steadily drawing nearer.

`Lie flat and still!' hissed Aragorn, pulling Sam down into the shade of a holly-bush; for a whole regiment of birds had broken away suddenly from the main host, and came, flying low, straight towards the ridge. Sam thought they were a kind of crow of large size. As they passed overhead, in so dense a throng that their shadow followed them darkly over the ground below, one harsh croak was heard.

Not until they had dwindled into the distance, north and west, and the sky was again clear would Aragorn rise. Then he sprang up and went and wakened Gandalf.

`Regiments of black crows are flying over all the land between the Mountains and the Greyflood,' he said, `and they have passed over Hollin. They are not natives here; they are crebain out of Fangorn and Dunland. I do not know what they are about: possibly there is some trouble away south from which they are fleeing; but I think they are spying out the land. I have also glimpsed many hawks flying high up in the sky. I think we ought to move again this evening. Hollin is no longer wholesome for us: it is being watched.'

`And in that case so is the Redhorn Gate,' said Gandalf; `and how we can get over that without being seen, I cannot imagine. But we will think of that when we must. As for moving as soon as it is dark, I am afraid that you are right.'

JRR Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, The Ring goes South

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Stackhouse, North Carolina

All Roads Lead Home is set in the picturesque town of Stackhouse, North Carolina. Tucked away in the majestic Appalachian Mountains, it can be found in the Blue Ridge Mountain range subset. Stackhouse is notorious for its blue hue shining brightly from its various peaks at sunrise and sunset. The town is a charming amalgamation of seven distinct communities, of which only three possess true townships: Downtown, Hot Springs, and Wolf Laurel. The remaining communities are just as important, layered in rich and unique history that has been attributed to the wonders of Stackhouse for the past two centuries.

Interesting Facts

Stackhouse was founded in 1851. It was historically founded by a select group of people whose family names became known as the founding families of Stackhouse, and some still live in the town to this day. 

Stackhouse County is proudly known as the “jewel of the Blue Ridge Mountains,” a title earned by its welcoming nature and thriving tourist industry. 

It is currently one of the top tomato producers in North Carolina. 

Before the tobacco buyout in the early 2000s, it was the top tobacco-producing county in the state. 

It was dubbed one of the “most welcoming small towns in North Carolina” in 2023.

The two closest cities are Asheville, North Carolina, and Johnson City, Tennessee, which are roughly 30-35 minutes away from Stackhouse. 

Stackhouse has the oldest operational courthouse in North Carolina, with the courthouse being over 100 years old and originally designed by the same architect that designed and built the Biltmore House.

Must Visit Places

Appalachian Trail is one of the most iconic long-distance hiking trails in the world, stretching approximately 2,200 miles along the eastern United States, from Springer Mountain in Georgia to Mount Katahdin in Maine. The trail passes through 14 states and traverses a diverse range of landscapes, including mountains, forests, meadows, and valleys. The trail is dotted with shelters, typically spaced a day's hike apart, where hikers can rest for the night.

Hot Springs was formerly known as Warm Springs, renamed Hot Springs for the Hot Springs spa and while it's a smaller, less financial savvy town it’s well known for the mineral filled hot springs that the spa sits on top of. It’s a very free spirited town that welcomes people from all backgrounds and walks of life and thrives off of the differences of personalities that reside in the town.

The Magnolia Inn & Restaurant, nestled in the charming town of Hot Springs, North Carolina, offers a cozy and inviting retreat for visitors seeking relaxation and comfort. It offers a delectable dining experience, showcasing locally sourced ingredients and regional cuisine. From hearty breakfasts to gourmet dinners, guests can indulge in flavorful dishes crafted with care. The restaurant's cozy atmosphere and attentive service make it a favorite among locals and visitors alike.

Max Patch is a scenic mountain bald located in the Pisgah National Forest near Spring Creek. The main attraction of Max Patch is its expansive grassy summit, which offers panoramic views of the surrounding mountains, including the Great Smoky Mountains to the south and the Black Mountains to the north; also, it's home to a variety of wildlife and plant species, making it a haven for nature enthusiasts. 

Paint Rock is the large rock cliff borders the river and gives some unique views from the top. The base has a lot of graffiti and cravings decorating the rock face and is a hot spot for sunning and swimming. It’s a great vantage spot for selfies and sunset pictures. It holds cultural and historical significance as a site of Native American art and heritage. The petroglyphs and pictographs are considered sacred by many Indigenous communities and serve as a tangible link to the region's rich Native American history.

Stackhouse Bed & Breakfast is the ancient Victorian-style house that was the family home for the Stackhouse family for almost two centuries. The twelve-bedroom house serves as a bed & breakfast in the Stackhouse Valley for tourists and campers so they get a taste of southern hospitality and experience the deep history of the house. Owned and operated by Ida Stackhouse, the current Stackhouse Matriarch, the home was converted into a bed & breakfast in 2013 after the death of Ida's husband, Louis.

The Town of Runion is the old logging town that was abandoned at the turn of the 20th century and is like it’s own unique ghost town. It’s a favored spot for camping and late-night parties, but in the daylight, you can see the skeletons of the old town and how busy it was back then. 

Wolf Laurel Ski Resort & Lodge is located in the Appalachian Mountains of western North Carolina and offers a picturesque winter sports experience. The resort features a variety of terrain suitable for skiers and snowboarders of all skill levels. With a summit elevation of around 4,700 feet, the slopes range from gentle beginner runs to challenging expert trails, providing something for everyone. The resort boasts a five-star restaurant, a superb dance club, and other relaxing amenities that bring in a lot of the tourism needed for Stackhouse to survive

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Day 11. Thursday, Sept 12: Galax to Waynesboro, Virginia via the Blue Ridge Pkwy. 420 km.

Part two of the Blue Ridge Parkway, today we finish it and likely our ride together. Storms are brewing in the south, and rather than ride any further north after today, Bill will likely head back to South Carolina after today.

The second half of the Parkway starts where it left off yesterday with twists and climbs but gradually seems to settle into a slightly more sedate version of itself.

For most of the day, we will be riding in North Carolina as the Parkway doesn't really enter Virginia until Rockfish Gap, near Waynesboro, and the start of Skyline Drive.

While it's early yet, we can still see leaves starting to turn, and Bills motorcycle kicks up a steady stream of fallen leaves as I follow him through the mountains.

While there is plenty of views and scenery and sights like Mabry Mill and Roanoke Valley, the fact is there are virtually no services up the hill. To get gas, you have to descend one of the occasional sideroads to the valley below. On our our gas fill-up trip, we happened to find Northside Supply in Bedford, Virginia. It's probably the first time in twenty years that I just filled up at the pumps just like the good old days and then went inside to pay.

Once again, since we're splitting the room, we pick something a little nicer. I'm going to miss this. There's something to be said for nice clean rooms, nice clean beds, nice clean, fully stocked bathrooms, and a free edible hot breakfast. And covered parking for our bikes. And decent restaurants close by for a nice rib dinner.

After said ribs, Bill and I retire to our room to tell lies, argue about Trump, and polish off the rest of his bottle of bourbon.

Two more days to go. The trip is winding down. Sighhhhh.

[redleafriverinnus]

How to Experience Luxury at a Bed and Breakfast near You?

Indulging in individualized attention, first-rate amenities, and a quaint setting are all part of the luxurious experience at a bed and breakfast nearby. Choose a spot that is renowned for its breathtaking vistas and serene surroundings first. Select a room that has a private bathroom, fine linens, and tasteful decor. Gourmet breakfasts prepared with regional foods are a common feature of opulent B&Bs, offering guests a distinctive gastronomic experience. Enjoy the on-site facilities, which include gardens, patios, and spas. Assure a restful and unforgettable stay by interacting with friendly hosts who offer tailored advice for nearby sights and activities. Finding Exquisite Bed and Breakfast Selections in Your Area Luxury Bed and Breakfast near Me provide the perfect blend of coziness, sophistication, and concentrating service for those looking to relax in style. Discovery the ideal B&B nearby might make all the difference, even if you are planning a romantic retreat or just need a vacation break. Seek out accommodations that provide distinctive features like fine dining, tranquil gardens, and tastefully designed rooms. These facilities, which offer a comfortable touch of home away from home, create the ideal environment for an very unforgettable visit.

Putting Together the Ideal Bed and Breakfast Weekend Getaway

The finest way to escape the daily grind is to take a stay trip at a bed and breakfast. A location that provides access to nearby activities and attractions together with a comfortable stay is recommended. An outstanding B&B can be a fun starting point for your travels, even if your interests lie in hiking picturesque trails, determining charming cities, or treating in delectable cuisine. To exploit your experience and make lifelong memories, agenda your travel around local celebrations or proceedings. Investigating Waynesville, North Carolina, Bed & Breakfast Choices

For those observing for a calm getaway, Waynesville, North Carolina, is a beautiful town tucked away in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Waynesville, which is famous for its wealthy arts community, handcrafted goods from the part, and astonishing scenery, is home to a number of picturesque Bed and Breakfast Waynesville Nc. Lovely views of the surrounding mountains, careful service, and rustic yet sophisticated design are common sorts of these B&Bs.If you stay at a bed & breakfast, you can knowledge this.

Romantic Getaways in Nc

Couples looking for a romantic holiday can find quite of choices in North Carolina, from passive mountain departures to quaint seaside cottages. Intimacy and setting are what a bed and breakfast can offer, even if you are celebrating an anniversary or just need some excellence time with your significant other. Many places cater wholly to couples, with packages with candlelit dinners, spa treatments, and champagne to make your romantic evening even more unforgettable. Choosing the Greatest NC Bed and Breakfast

Finding the best bed and breakfast in Nc involves some planning and research because there are so many possibilities. Think on what matters most to you, whether it is being close to outdoor activities, fine food, or a charming historic district. Many of the finest bed and breakfasts in North Carolina are well known for their inviting air, opulent lodgings, and scenic locations, all of which give to a pleasurable visit. Welcome to NC's Romantic Getawaysevery couple may find somewhat to enjoy on a romantic holiday in North Carolina, from the peaceful Outer Banks to the wonderful Blue Ridge Mountains. North Carolina's varied geography makes for the ideal romantic setting, even if you are looking for a historic home, a beach inn, or a distant cabin. 

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Shenandoah Valley Virginia: Scenic Beauty Awaits

  Unveiling a Natural Treasure

The Shenandoah Valley, cradled within the majestic Blue Ridge and Allegheny Mountains, warmly beckons travelers from all corners of the globe to enter a world of tranquility and natural splendor. Its captivating allure resides in the diverse tapestry of rolling hills, emerald forests, and meandering rivers that gracefully carve through the land. Moreover, each season bestows upon the landscape a unique and enchanting scene—the vibrant blooms of spring, the lush greenery of summer, the fiery hues of autumn, and the serene blanket of winter. Whether you're an avid adventurer, a history enthusiast, or a lover of stunning landscapes, this valley has something for everyone. Join us on a journey to explore the richness and charm that make the Shenandoah Valley a perfect escape into nature's embrace.  

The beauty of Shenandoah Valley. Photo By Scott Pruett. Unsplash.  

The Beauty of Shenandoah Valley

Unveiling the beauty of the Shenandoah Valley is akin to unlocking a treasure trove of nature's finest. The allure of this picturesque valley lies in its diverse tapestry of rolling hills, emerald forests, and meandering rivers that carve through the land. Each season brings a unique enchantment—the vibrant blooms of spring, the lush greenery of summer, the fiery hues of autumn, and the peaceful serenity of winter. Hiking along the renowned Appalachian Trail offers unparalleled views of this natural wonder, while a scenic drive along Skyline Drive immerses you in the valley's breathtaking panoramas. The Shenandoah River, a central figure in this idyllic setting, graciously invites adventurers to kayak, canoe, or simply unwind by its tranquil banks. Moreover, amidst this natural splendor lie charming towns and historic sites that contribute a significant cultural depth to the valley's already captivating landscape. So, come, let's wander through this exquisite valley and embrace the beauty that awaits at every turn.  

Charming accommodations amidst nature. Photo By Praswin Prakashan. Unsplash.  

Exploring Nature's Artistry

Exploring the scenic beauty of Shenandoah Valley is a soul-stirring journey through nature's finest artistry. Picture yourself standing at a panoramic overlook, surrounded by a vast expanse of lush green valleys and majestic peaks. The air is crisp, carrying with it the scent of pine and the melodies of songbirds. Hiking trails meander through the landscape, inviting you to venture into the heart of this natural wonder. As you traverse the paths, the sights and sounds of the valley unfold before you—wildflowers carpeting the meadows, cascading waterfalls serenading the rocks, and the gentle rustle of leaves creating a soothing symphony. Whether you're hiking, biking, or simply relishing a leisurely drive, the scenic beauty of Shenandoah Valley is a tapestry of color and life that invites you to immerse yourself in its serene embrace.  

Unwind in Charming Accommodations

When it comes to finding a peaceful retreat amidst the natural beauty of the Shenandoah Valley, charming accommodations abound, inviting you to unwind and rejuvenate. Imagine cozy cabins tucked away in the heart of the forest, where you can wake up to the gentle rustle of leaves and the crisp morning air. Picture elegant bed and breakfasts with stunning views of the rolling hills, offering a perfect blend of luxury and nature's tranquility. Whether you prefer a quaint cottage, a historical inn, or a charming lodge, the Shenandoah Valley provides a variety of accommodation options to suit every taste. These hidden gems allow you to escape the hustle and bustle of daily life, providing a peaceful retreat where you can immerse yourself in the soothing embrace of the valley's natural splendor. After a day of exploration, finding solace in the comfort of these accommodations is an experience that adds an extra layer of enchantment to your Shenandoah Valley getaway.  

River Hill Distillery In Luray, Virginia - Producers Of Wine and Spirits In The Shenandoah Valley. Photo by Joe Hapt. Flickr.  

Embrace the Great Outdoors

Embarking on outdoor adventures in the Shenandoah Valley is not just an invitation; it's a compelling call to immerse oneself in the exhilarating wonders of nature. This enchanting valley, with its undulating landscape and diverse ecosystems, warmly welcomes outdoor enthusiasts to explore a myriad of thrilling activities. For those in pursuit of an adrenaline rush that sets the heart racing, whitewater rafting along the Shenandoah River provides an unforgettable experience. Hiking enthusiasts can ascend the iconic trails of Old Rag Mountain, where their efforts are richly rewarded with breathtaking vistas at the summit. Furthermore, cyclists can pedal through scenic byways, exploring charming towns and picturesque countryside. As the day winds down, the valley unveils its stellar stargazing opportunities, providing a chance to witness the night sky in all its pristine glory. The Shenandoah Valley is indeed a playground for adventure, an expansive canvas for those eager to explore and savor the boundless beauty of the great outdoors.   Rich History and Culture To truly appreciate the enchantment of Shenandoah Valley, one must delve into its rich tapestry of history and culture. Steeped in the heritage of Native American communities, early European settlers, and a pivotal role in the American Civil War, this region echoes with tales of the past. History buffs can wander through well-preserved battlefields, such as Antietam and Harpers Ferry, where the echoes of the nation's defining conflicts still resonate. Quaint towns like Winchester and Staunton boast historic districts lined with charming 18th- and 19th-century buildings, allowing visitors to step back in time. Art galleries, museums, and cultural festivals enthusiastically celebrate the arts and traditions of the valley, providing a compelling glimpse into the creativity and indomitable spirit of its people. Immersing yourself in the rich history and culture of this region is akin to delving into the pages of an enthralling novel, with each chapter revealing a unique facet of the captivating narrative that is Shenandoah Valley.  

Savor the Flavors of the Valley

No visit to Shenandoah Valley is truly complete without savoring its delectable local cuisine and exploring its flourishing wineries. Furthermore, the valley is a haven for food enthusiasts, providing an array of farm-to-table dining experiences. Whether you prefer quaint cafés or upscale restaurants, the culinary scene wholeheartedly celebrates the region's agricultural abundance, with menus bursting with fresh, locally sourced ingredients. Delight in Southern comfort food, such as fried chicken and cornbread, or savor a taste of Appalachia with dishes like ramps and apple butter. And let's not forget the wine—the Shenandoah Valley is renowned for its burgeoning wine industry. Vineyards and wineries dot the landscape, inviting visitors to tour the scenic vine rows, participate in wine tastings, and pair award-winning wines with gourmet meals. Whether you're a food connoisseur or a wine enthusiast, the flavors of Shenandoah Valley will undoubtedly leave your taste buds dancing with delight.  

View from Shenandoah National Park at sundown. Photo By Dave Herring. Unsplash.   Plan Your Unforgettable Getaway As we bring our exploration of the enchanting Shenandoah Valley to a close, it becomes abundantly clear that this region is a treasure trove of experiences just waiting to be discovered. From its picturesque landscapes to its rich history, the valley not only offers a glimpse into nature's artistry but also serves as a testament to the enduring resilience of the human spirit. Whether you seek outdoor adventures, a deep dive into the past, or simply a retreat into nature's embrace, the Shenandoah Valley beckons. Plan your unforgettable getaway to this captivating region and immerse yourself in the beauty, culture, and flavors that make it a true gem of Virginia. The valley awaits, ready to unveil its magic to those willing to explore and be captivated.   Sources: THX News & Shenandoah National Park. Read the full article

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Day 3.

I woke up on the movements of the ocean. The waves came from the side of the boat and I felt them moving through me as I slowly realised where I was. I was at sea :)

Today was going to be a big day with deployments and we started straight after breakfast. The swell was not as bad as the day before, but still around 3m. The wind was going to die down, but hadn't yet and coming from the south, it was freezing.

But the sun was starting to come out and shimmered on the ridges of the waves.

Mooring number 1 was the fixed mooring. Every time we deploy something, we have a 'toolbox' meeting on the bridge, about what are we going to do, what the dangers are. All the involved scientists and boat crew are present and we talk the task through step by step. The fixed mooring was getting deployed in steps. First they would lift the acoustic releases and the bottom weight, from there we attached the bottom instrument and the current meter and on the top a float that keeps the mooring straight. After the mooring had sunk to the ocean floor, we made contact with the acoustic releases and determined the exact position. Which helps with relocating it when we will retrieve it and we know the exact location of the measurements taken by the instruments. The ship moved to 4 separate location close by where we deployed the mooring. It turned off the gearbox and we would send a signal to the acoustic releases. This is a sound signal, as light barely penetrates through water. If we would let the engines of the boat running, we would not be able to hear the return signal of the mooring.

At the end of the morning it was time for the first CTD measurement, an instrument that measures oa Temperature, salinity, pressure, oxygen levels and some other variables while it moves vertical through the water column. It also contains bottles that are able to be shut, so we can capture the water at a certain depth and measure the amount of chlorophyl, oxygen, salinity,… of that depth. This helps with the calibration of the instrument and things like chlorophyl and nutrients are not able to be measured with an automatic instrument. I helped by measuring the oxygen and it felt like being back in a high school chemistry class!

The last deployment of the day were the floaties, they flow with the tides around our rock and measure the turbulence in the water column. We let them drift for around 24 hours, pick them up and drop them back in the right location. The floating bouys in the Cook Strait are getting moved around by the tides and the d'urville current that comes up from the west coast of the South Island and moves South-Eastward through the Strait. As we don’t want to chase the floaties all the way into the pacific and we are interested in the flow around a sea mount in Cook Strait, we pick them up and drop them back in the ocean.

It was a long day, the weather improved and the sun came out. All day long we see Albatrosses and other sea birds flying around. After work during the golden hour, I changed to my tele-lens and started capturing these amazing creatures. They were lit by the warm light of the setting sun, contrasting with the dark blue clouds in the background.

We are now on our way to the multibeam, sea floor mapping, location. We won't start the shifts tonight as we won't be deploying anything until after lunch time tomorrow. However, I still get tired pretty quick, due to the movement of the Tangaroa, or just the long days at work.

Time for bed. zzzz

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Eastern Java, Part Two

I stayed in Banyuwangi for three nights. Being at the far eastern end of Java, one feels that the place is not central. And yet, much plantation business comes through, and numerous tourists as well, because of its proximity to Ijen and Bali. It also has nice beaches and surfing options. I mentioned before that I like the interior of my airbnb. The exterior was problematic in two ways, intrusive noise (from the mosques and the neighborhood sounds) and smells (from the open sewers running right along my bathroom - which wasn't entirely enclosed). The noise was fine, I slept with wax ear plugs. The smells got worse each day and I finally wondered if it was just ME that smelled toxic. But the interior was lucious, wood, carvings, comfy bed, mosquito netting (which despite its function is always pretty romantic, even for one sleeping alone). My kind host, Eni, served me breakfast the two mornings I was there for it. The first morning, I rose about 1 a.m. for a 2 a.m. pick up to drive to Ijen and hike for a sunrise over the volcano. One doesn't really enjoy doing it, rising in complete darkness, getting into a car, zig-zagging up the mountain, stepping out into the cool and wet (it was heavy mist and thick fog when we arrived at 4 a.m.). But there is a reward. Still, at Ijen, as opposed to Bromo, or even Kelimatu in Flores, the hike is physically demanding. Firstly, the incline is achilles-tendon-straining with every step. I almost felt like I would fall backward if I just stood up straight. At about 50 meters in, I was breathing deeply, sweating through the clothes and feeling amazed at how heavy my body felt. And we had a long way to go. Luckily, at 58, I'm in good enough shape to do it. But I also saw older and bigger, heavier people exerting themselves as well. And for those who can't or don't want to do it, you can hire three-men to take you up in a wheeled-chair with a cushy bottom. It's probably not that comfortable, but you certainly won't sweat as much. But more importantly, of the 50 people whom I saw being dragged up, only one or two had a smile on their faces. The rest looked like they would rather have been somewhere else, or simply not been looked at by those they passed. As we ascended, the daylight diffused through the fog. My guide, Wati, prayed to God to lift the mist, and hoped that I would be lucky. I guess she goes up three times a week - good exercise! Wati waved her hand over my shoulder and said, "If the fog wasn't here, we'd see 4 mountains. The daylight grew and the colors of the volcanic rocks came into view, reds, oranges, yellows. The greens of the vegetation on the steep hillsides improved. And the mist seemed to thin out a bit. I put my umbrella away. The temps were a nice balance against the internal heat. The reward for the hike is in cresting the ledge of the volcano and looking down into the turquoise water of the lake, which Wati told me was 200 meters deep (!). Steam constantly rises from one corner of the crater, where miners dig large sulfur chunks and carry them up 900 meters of steep volcanic ridge. Down there is a phenomenon called 'blue fire' where the water and steam and sulfur convene and glow in turquoise and smell like mustard gas. I didn't witness that because it's mostly a nighttime thing and we arrived just after sunrise. At Ijen, one is more inside the volcano than Bromo or Kelimatu (where you stand above looking down). So you feel that you are in a dead zone. There is no life on such a hillside. The rocks are dangerously sharp, and streaked white and black. One can easily fall to their death. So I stood back. The sun eventually rose over the ridge above the crater, and we began our descent. This is not much easier than ascending, and I have particular problems with my knees which cause me pain with each step. However, I moved slowly, more side-to-side than straight down and did fine, although my knees were fairly wobbly when it was over. We then went to a waterfall for a short visit and a refreshing swim, before I fell asleep in the car (a rarity) and then returned to my comfy bed and slept through most of the afternoon. Syaiful, my kind guide, picked me up around 4:30 pm that day for a visit to the beach and a nice grilled fish dinner. We had occasion to talk a great deal more this trip (I've hired him for three trips). So we ended up talking about family and our communities. He seems like a real pillar in his, a trusted and central figure, who was lucky that his wife rejected her first suitor (custom has it that a woman is obliged to accept the first offer of marriage). He leaves home for 6 days out of seven, and he says that this work is his passion. I know that such a contractual relationship is not a friendship, but I consider him a teacher and a friend. The next days were more casual, later starts. I had those lovely breakfasts at my airbnb. I wished I could have spoken more with Eni, as she was clearly an interesting person, with strong English and apparently carrying on with her parents' business in the kampung. It also appeared to me, from pictures hanging on the wall outside my room, that her father was a Dutchman (or at least a foreigner). We went to the Baluran National Park in the northeastern-most corner of Java. It's a strange place because the peaks which tower above the park are NOT volcanic. I can't understand how this would be so, but I think it helps to explain the equally strange landscape below those peaks. They call it "Africa van Java" because it's a savanna similar to any you would see on a safari in eastern Africa, Kenya, or Uganda. Grasslands as far as the eye can see. Thin, tall high-branching trees offering shade at distant intervals, buffalo, deer, and monkeys wandering the plains. I've certainly seen nothing like it in tropical rain-forest Java. At the end of the road through the savanna was a spectacular mangrove swamp and calm beach. One's head spins at the divergent realities.  Next I had a swim at a beach closer to Banyuwangi, with snorkel and mask and saw dozens of species of bright, big tropical fish. They were as interested in me as some of the people on land. I almost felt like they were protecting me, as they gathered about every part of my body, letting me swim, but hovering around me like a cloud. I saw how the folks at this beach were seeding a new coral reef, with various objects, some sculptures, some basic frames, some large hollow concrete balls. As a final act, it was very comfortable and pleasing. I thank Syaiful for putting together such an itinerary. He knows Java very well. The next day I had another breakfast at Eni's and then packed up for the return home. Syaiful and I shared our musical interests on the stereo, and I really enjoyed a tune by Akon called 'Mr. Lonely' a modern-day sampling of an old Bobby Vinton song about a soldier at war, updated to be a lost love song. He played other Indonesian pop-stuff which I enjoyed. The Indonesians are serious about their music. He also played me an album of Indian music. All cool. But the journey had to end. And it did, as I settled into another 6 days in Malang, to take care of my final business and loose end details before my final departure. But more on that in the next post. One month to go! Someday soon this will be over.

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Embrace Nature's Majesty: Hotels near Appalachian Mountains in Boone, NC

Experience the majestic beauty of nature while enjoying exceptional hospitality. Located in the enchanting town of Boone, North Carolina, our hotel serves as a gateway to the breathtaking Appalachian Mountains. Whether you're an adventure enthusiast, a nature lover, or simply seeking a peaceful escape, we provide a memorable and rejuvenating experience. Join us as we explore the wonders of Boone and discover why Country Inn & Suites is the best hotel in north carolina for your next stay.

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Our spacious and thoughtfully designed rooms provide a cozy retreat after a day of outdoor exploration. Sink into our plush beds with premium bedding, and enjoy the convenience of in-room amenities such as flat-screen TVs, coffee makers, and complimentary Wi-Fi at our hotels near appalachian mountains. Relax in a soothing environment where every detail has been carefully curated to provide a memorable stay.

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Indulge in the delicious spread of our complimentary breakfast buffet. Delight in a variety of options including fresh fruits, pastries, cereals, and a selection of hot items like scrambled eggs, sausage, and waffles. Enjoy a satisfying meal at the best appalachian hotel and stay energized for your adventures in the Appalachian Mountains.

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Take a dip in our indoor pool or unwind in the soothing waters of our hot tub. Whether you're looking to relax your muscles after a day of hiking or simply want to enjoy a leisurely swim, the pool area at our luxurious hotel offers a tranquil space for rejuvenation. Lounge by the poolside and savor the peaceful atmosphere.

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Maintain your fitness routine in our fully equipped fitness center. Featuring a range of cardio machines, free weights, and exercise equipment, our fitness center allows you to stay active and energized during your stay. Enjoy a rewarding workout session while surrounded by the natural beauty at the best hotels near nc state.

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Country Inn & Suites by Radisson, Boone, NC is the best hotel near universal, surrounding a host of outdoor attractions. Explore the stunning Blue Ridge Parkway, offering scenic drives and breathtaking vistas. Discover the wonders of Grandfather Mountain, where you can encounter remarkable wildlife, hike picturesque trails, and admire panoramic views. Additionally, our hotel is a short distance from downtown Boone, where you can explore local shops, indulge in delicious cuisine, and immerse yourself in the vibrant culture of the area.

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Our dedicated staff is committed to ensuring that your stay is memorable and enjoyable. We are always ready to assist you with recommendations and information about the best hiking trails, fishing spots, or other outdoor activities in the area. Count on the top luxury hotel in boone nc to provide exceptional service and make your experience in Boone truly unforgettable.

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At Country Inn & Suites by Radisson, Boone, NC, we take pride in delivering exceptional customer service. Our friendly and knowledgeable staff is dedicated to ensuring that your stay exceeds your expectations. From the moment you check-in to the time of your departure, we are here to assist you with any needs or inquiries you may have. Whether it's providing recommendations for local attractions, arranging transportation, or accommodating special requests, we go above and beyond to ensure your comfort and satisfaction.

Conclusion

Embrace the splendor of nature's majesty at Country Inn & Suites by Radisson, Boone, NC. Our hotels near appalachian mountains offers a tranquil retreat amidst breathtaking scenery. From the comfortable and well-appointed rooms to the complimentary hot breakfast, indoor pool, and well-equipped fitness center, our amenities cater to your every need. Our convenient location provides easy access to outdoor attractions, charming downtown Boone, and the captivating Blue Ridge Parkway. With our exceptional customer service, knowledgeable staff, and commitment to exceeding your expectations, we ensure that your stay with us is truly unforgettable. Book your stay at one of the best hotels in nc mountains and embark on a memorable journey surrounded by the natural wonders of Boone, North Carolina.

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Retreat to Tranquility: Bed and Breakfast Experiences in Blue Ridge

Introduction:

Blue Ridge, nestled in the picturesque mountains of Georgia, is a charming destination known for its natural beauty, outdoor activities, and warm hospitality. For travelers seeking a peaceful and immersive getaway, the bed and breakfasts in Blue Ridge offer a unique and intimate experience. In this article, we will explore the allure of bed and breakfast accommodations in Blue Ridge and why they make for a memorable and rejuvenating retreat.

Personalized and Warm Hospitality: One of the primary advantages of staying at a bed and breakfast is the personalized and warm hospitality that awaits you. Unlike larger hotels, bed and breakfasts are typically family-owned and operated, creating a more intimate and welcoming atmosphere. The innkeepers are often locals who possess a wealth of knowledge about the area and are eager to offer recommendations, insider tips, and personalized service to ensure a memorable stay.

Charming and Unique Accommodations: Bed and breakfasts in Blue Ridge are known for their charming and unique accommodations. Whether it's a historic Victorian mansion, a cozy mountain lodge, or a quaint Georgia cabin nestled in the woods, each property offers its own distinct character and ambiance. Many bed and breakfasts feature beautifully decorated rooms with thoughtful touches, such as antique furnishings, fireplaces, and private balconies, creating a cozy and romantic setting for guests.

Scenic Surroundings and Nature's Playground: Blue Ridge is renowned for its stunning natural surroundings, including the Blue Ridge Mountains, lush forests, and sparkling lakes. Bed and breakfasts in the area are strategically located to take advantage of these scenic vistas, offering breathtaking views and easy access to outdoor activities. Guests can explore hiking trails, go fishing or kayaking in nearby rivers and lakes, or simply relax on the porch, taking in the beauty of the surroundings.

Gourmet Breakfast and Culinary Delights: One of the highlights of staying at a bed and breakfast is the indulgence in a delicious gourmet breakfast. Innkeepers take pride in preparing homemade, farm-to-table meals using locally sourced ingredients whenever possible. Guests can savor mouthwatering dishes ranging from fluffy pancakes with maple syrup to savory omelets, fresh fruit, and baked goods. The breakfast experience often becomes a social affair, allowing guests to connect with fellow travelers and share stories and recommendations.

Peaceful Retreat and Relaxation: Bed and breakfasts in Blue Ridge provide a serene and tranquil retreat, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. These accommodations offer a peaceful ambiance, where guests can unwind, rejuvenate, and reconnect with nature. Whether it's curling up with a book by the fireplace, enjoying a soak in a hot tub, or simply taking a leisurely stroll in the scenic gardens, the bed and breakfast experience fosters a sense of relaxation and serenity.

Conclusion:

Bed and breakfast accommodations in Blue Ridge offer a unique and enchanting experience for travelers seeking a peaceful and intimate retreat. With their personalized hospitality, charming accommodations, stunning surroundings, gourmet breakfasts, and serene atmosphere, these establishments provide a memorable and rejuvenating escape. Whether you're planning a romantic getaway, a solo retreat, or a weekend with friends, a bed and breakfast in Blue Ridge promises an idyllic experience that will leave you with cherished memories and a longing to return.

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Umhlanga Rocks Accommodation

Self-catering in Umhlanga is an inexpensive, budget-friendly means of travelling. Beautiful space where we may take long walks on the beach and we additionally accommodation in umhlanga rocks walked to nearby outlets. Unfortunately the public bins was overflowing and air pollution spoiled the breathtaking surroundings.

Gateway Theatre of Shopping, voted the ultimate word Retail and Entertainment destination, is a mere 6 minute drive away. We are a 15 minute drive from the King Shaka International Airport. Casa Ridge is nestled within the vibrant suburb of Umhlanga Rocks and within a really brief distance of Umhlanga's exciting CBD and stunning Blue Flag seashore. All rooms are equipped with distant management TV, Satellite TV, hairdryers, Wi-Fi, phone, air-conditioning, and room safes. Broken washer wasn’t nice news – we’d come from the berg with soiled garments and leaving for UK after this stay. DStv ran out midnight but as we had a late take a glance at that more than compensated.

A variety of quality outlets and supermarkets, as nicely as over 50 top class eating homes and eating places, La Lucia Mall buying centre, the Gateway Theatre of Entertainment. Within quarter-hour you've Durban bathing beaches, the Harbour, ski-boat and Vetchies protected beach, Durban sightseeing, Moses Mabida Stadium, Golf programs and sporting grounds. If you go a little futher, you may have entry to the stunning North Coast of KZN, including accommodation umhlanga rocks Umdloti, Ballito, Salt Rock, Blythedale Beach, Zinkwazi, Mthunzini and the Heritage Site of ST Lucia and Cape Vidal. Our friends can expertise a myriad points of interest and landmarks, similar to Ocean Ventures, Fitzsimmons Snake Park and Umhlanga Lighthouse. Our mattress and breakfast can additionally be located close to dolphin viewing and golfing facilities, making it a well-liked spot for leisure and business travellers.

Just a brief walk from Gateway Theatre Of Shopping, it provides comfy rooms geared up with a mini bar and wireless web entry. Providing a shuttle to King Shaka International Airport, plus free wi-fi internet, Urban Park Apartments & Hotel By Misty Blue Hotel is a comfortable place to remain in Durban. There can also be a fitness centre with a swimming pool. This apartment is completely located right on the beach of Umhlanga Rocks, and has direct entry onto to the Promenade and the beach. The major sights for seaside lovers however are swimming, physique boarding, browsing... Perfectly situated right on the beach, lies this pretty brilliant and sunny spacious three bed room apartment.

Some models also have a kitchen equipped with a dishwasher.A continental breakfast could be enjoyed at the property. Guests can even chill out within the backyard or on the sun terrace. The resorts 237 seashore flats are all sea-facing and have mini-kitchenettes for further comfort. Air-conditioning in each house ensures you'll find a way to keep cool in the uMhlanga sunshine, a private toilet is well-appointed, and the electronic safe, TV, and other conveniences add to your expertise.

The condo is a fantastically decorated and maintained three bed room, with a reasonably well outfitted kitchen, a large residing and dining area, an expansive terrace, and a spectacular view of the Indian Ocean. All appliances are quite younger in age, the apartment comes with an individual locked storage space for a automotive. Someone comes to wash every different holiday accommodation umhlanga day, and is open for a modest worth to do laundry. Security for the house constructing is quite reliable . A lovely walking path on the ocean begins at the base of the hill, and is both a short walk from the condo or a short drive to a parking zone on the base of the path. Getting into the village is easy, by foot, by automotive, or by Uber.

A holiday in Umhlanga will actually keep you as busy or as relaxed as you need. Locally there are the golden sands of Umhlanga Beach & Lagoon to spend unhurried days within the heat sand and surf. The rooms at this Umhlanga Rocks accommodation in Durban are decorated in enjoyable and stylish accommodation umhlanga 60s surf chic decor. Everything from the laminate timber floors to the excessive ceilings and well-appointed furnishings contribute to every room’s comfortable ambiance. Michelle is a chef who focuses on Italian and sea-food cuisine.