If it wasn't for the initial pain of the sap she would have nearly dozed off as he spread the liquid across her back. Her head drooped forward, and after the hisses, a long sigh of release filled up her lungs as he worked.
Part of her, the snake part, always wary and never trusting, warned her of this moment. This was a time of weakness, when she, the abomination, was truly exposed. No male that wasn't related to her by clan name or blood had ever laid their hands along her body in such a way, even if it was only out of mutual need and friendship. Only Greth, the closest thing to a father had even deigned to compliment her looks, and only when Krisha was not around to hear. She was a strange and deadly flower, blossomed, but still unused and alien to affections from men. But in a way that is always what she saw herself being...a strange witch, living upon the outskirts of the world with her only true companionship coming from non-sentient beings, not hideous, but far from attractive, a warrior and witch.
So when she said her words, unsure of how to proceed, and he responded with such...emptiness. Her head snapped to. She had been lost in her own little world. Her mouth turned into a frown. She was no good at comforting others...finding the right words, part of her knew that he knew that... but it still didn't feel like enough.
She opened her mouth to try to fix it, to assure him that he and Aya were not just some shade of bullshit, but then he spoke again, and she nodded, remaining silent. Her voice was quiet when she spoke, but the half breed knew he could hear, "I give back all that I receive."
A statement that truly reflected her attitude upon the world and those that inhabited it. With the rumble of thunder she rose from the ground, slipping ripped cloth back over herself and whistling to the dog. She was nearly dry, a shame because all three of them were just going to get wet again on the way back down.
It was her turn to extend that sign of strange affection the two had formed for each other, and the half breed did so by squeezing the Eagle's shoulder. There were no words to follow it. He was the shyke head that quoted literature and spoke of philosophical euphoria...or petch all, but her silence would have to be enough. Shyke, she had spoken enough for one trip...I mean the Eagle had barely known of her family beforehand, which explained a lot of why she was so petched up.
The two of them...Aya and the Eagle, they would have to be fine, if they weren't, what petching hope was there for her? And if a strange traitorous thought stuck into her mind then, one born more from the Myrian than the snake...to the snake's abject glee, one that make Tinnok shake her head out of a strange daze and rub the bridge of her nose, well...no one needn't know of it.
Part of her, the snake part, always wary and never trusting, warned her of this moment. This was a time of weakness, when she, the abomination, was truly exposed. No male that wasn't related to her by clan name or blood had ever laid their hands along her body in such a way, even if it was only out of mutual need and friendship. Only Greth, the closest thing to a father had even deigned to compliment her looks, and only when Krisha was not around to hear. She was a strange and deadly flower, blossomed, but still unused and alien to affections from men. But in a way that is always what she saw herself being...a strange witch, living upon the outskirts of the world with her only true companionship coming from non-sentient beings, not hideous, but far from attractive, a warrior and witch.
So when she said her words, unsure of how to proceed, and he responded with such...emptiness. Her head snapped to. She had been lost in her own little world. Her mouth turned into a frown. She was no good at comforting others...finding the right words, part of her knew that he knew that... but it still didn't feel like enough.
She opened her mouth to try to fix it, to assure him that he and Aya were not just some shade of bullshit, but then he spoke again, and she nodded, remaining silent. Her voice was quiet when she spoke, but the half breed knew he could hear, "I give back all that I receive."
A statement that truly reflected her attitude upon the world and those that inhabited it. With the rumble of thunder she rose from the ground, slipping ripped cloth back over herself and whistling to the dog. She was nearly dry, a shame because all three of them were just going to get wet again on the way back down.
It was her turn to extend that sign of strange affection the two had formed for each other, and the half breed did so by squeezing the Eagle's shoulder. There were no words to follow it. He was the shyke head that quoted literature and spoke of philosophical euphoria...or petch all, but her silence would have to be enough. Shyke, she had spoken enough for one trip...I mean the Eagle had barely known of her family beforehand, which explained a lot of why she was so petched up.
The two of them...Aya and the Eagle, they would have to be fine, if they weren't, what petching hope was there for her? And if a strange traitorous thought stuck into her mind then, one born more from the Myrian than the snake...to the snake's abject glee, one that make Tinnok shake her head out of a strange daze and rub the bridge of her nose, well...no one needn't know of it.
