For Abashai, the embarrassment over the inadvertent contact would have faded had the woman simply moved it surreptitiously, and they could have both pretended it didn't happen. But Jamila reacted as if she had reached around and shoved her hand down the front of his pants. Drama appeared to be a coping mechanism for the poor girl. Not only that, but she seemed to be in the habit of falling off of mounts too, whether giant goat or otherwise. Shai tried to tell her it was fine, honest mistake, and reached to try to help her, though in the flury of long garments, Abashai could not tell whether Jamila was coming or going. Turned out she was going.
His own embarrassment was eclipsed by the woe the wandering woman spilled forth. Abashai steadied the Desertbred and shook his head as Jamila sat unceremoniously in the dirt and sand. "Jamila, settle down. Nothing happened, really, it was nothing." Alright, it was something, as Abashai recalled the flutter he experienced when she touched him, but on the outside, it was insignificant. "You have done nothing shameful."
Then the pieces of the Jamila puzzle fell into place. Goat was a horse. He hoped that indicated that she was not touched in the head by the heat. "I am sorry, but that is the worst name for a horse I have ever heard. No wonder he ran away." After a short pause, Abashai realized that was not the most productive thing to say.
"Jamila, come on, get back on and we will find Goat. You shouldn't be out here alone, its not safe." And I am lonely and you are pretty and you make me want to laugh hysterically.
His own embarrassment was eclipsed by the woe the wandering woman spilled forth. Abashai steadied the Desertbred and shook his head as Jamila sat unceremoniously in the dirt and sand. "Jamila, settle down. Nothing happened, really, it was nothing." Alright, it was something, as Abashai recalled the flutter he experienced when she touched him, but on the outside, it was insignificant. "You have done nothing shameful."
Then the pieces of the Jamila puzzle fell into place. Goat was a horse. He hoped that indicated that she was not touched in the head by the heat. "I am sorry, but that is the worst name for a horse I have ever heard. No wonder he ran away." After a short pause, Abashai realized that was not the most productive thing to say.
"Jamila, come on, get back on and we will find Goat. You shouldn't be out here alone, its not safe." And I am lonely and you are pretty and you make me want to laugh hysterically.
