Vala fumbled with her red tunic; she tried to hold on to her mesh bag of paint balls, and ended up just getting her arms stuck, unused to her borrowed clothes. As she spun around to glare at her whispering team mates, Vala realized they had just been paying attention to the fuss with the Wind Warrior. Vala didn’t recognize the girls decked out in their white finery. The first girl looked a little more disheveled compared to the second. Looking closer, she noticed that the second woman maybe wasn’t an Inarta; she had been deceived by the girl’s long red curls, indicative of her race, but her sharp golden eyes were not like any Inarta’s she’d seen before. As if hit by an arrow of ‘duh’, Vala realized it was probably the Inarta/Kelvic mix that turned into a Wind Eagle, who was famed in the city for her shifting abilities. She was glad that the Wind-Eagle woman had chosen her team, the red team; from the way she had kissed, more like tongue battled, the Wind Warrior, she looked aggressive: aggressive people dominated, and domination usually meant winning. Vala smile turned feral at the thought. After struggling for a while, Vala finally realized it would have been easier to just put the bag of balls down while dressing. She sighed at her own stupidity. As she finished pulling the scarlet tunic over her snow white katinu, Vala felt a tingling within; her stomach turned and her skin itched in discomfort. Her heart raced as she realized her body had noticed something her mind had yet to perceive. She crouched warily, craning her neck as her eyes darted, scanning the growing crowd. It only took a second to spot him. He was with his Eagle too. Vala did not know his name, but the image of his blue bead was always on her thoughts. ’Had it really only been seven days?’ Vala muttered in her mind as she pulled down her scarf and reached up to run a gloved finger against the thin pink scar marring her pale throat. It had been healing well, same as her bruises; the few large spots of blue left on her chest were hidden underneath her heavy Katinu. It was only logical: it was a small city and they were bound to meet again eventually, but Vala hadn’t imagined it to be so soon. She hadn’t had the time to plan. She had been spending most of her time recuperating and catching up with work, trying to get her strength and dignity back. She had even joined the Snow Battle on the hopes that the ‘game’ would help raise her spirits. Now that he was here, she had to think fast: would she claim this opportunity or continue to bide her time until she was truly strong enough? She couldn’t decide until she knew two things. 1. Did he recognize her? By his non-chalant expression as he waited in line, either he hadn’t seen her yet or didn’t care. His eagle recognized her though. Vala turned her eyes downward as Seleer’s piercing gaze landed on her. And 2. Which team would he be placed in? If he was put in with the blue she wouldn’t have any contact with him, except when he sent his Eagle to ‘kill’ her or when he pegged her with a paint ball. She wasn’t excited with either option, remembering how much stronger he was. But if he was put on her team… she could get close, she could set the gears of her plan in motion… Vala had to wait. She bit her bottom lip in restlessness, drawing a drop of warm, metallic wine even redder than her tunic, which she lapped up with anxious hunger. |