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15th of Winter, 509 A.V
Flashback
The two Myrians stared one another down, the air tense and quiet. Kiva gripped her kris loosely in her hand, feeling the weight of her new blade. In front of her was another female named Roa, her own dagger held threateningly across her chest. Their dark eyes glared, and finally Kiva lunged, swinging her weapon forward. Roa was fast, deflecting the blow and shoving the two weapons to the side. It caused Kiva's blade holding hand to fly back and left her open. Roa struck again, this time slamming her shoulder into Kiva's chest. 'A warning.'
The attack struck her full force, shooting pain into her torso. Her breath left her and she gasped, sliding a foot back to give her leverage to push back. In a desperate attempt to not get stabbed, Kiva grabbed at Roa's wrist, forcing the blade away from her stomach where the female attempted to gut. Roa did the same, catching her arm when she swung. It became a stale mate and they growled in frustration at one another. An unspoken understanding, the two girls struggled only a moment longer before they shoved each other away and went back to analyzing the situation.
'What are you planning, Ro?' Kiva wondered, a muggy breeze blowing against their bodies. They circled one another, both grinning and taunting each other with false starts. It was a fun little game, two Myrian girls training with a little bit of extra fun.
"Scared, Kotakbil?"
The insult was friendly fire. Nothing serious, and as such, Kiva returned the jab with a wink. The pair danced around in an opening within the clan perimeter. A short distance away until Kiva launched herself towards her friend. Her blackened kris swooped downward, perpendicular to the ground. The move was a common beginner maneuver, and as such, easily blocked. Roa did just that, lifting her blade horizontally and above her head. The attack bounced off, and then Roa returned the favor with the same move. Kiva braced herself and held up her weapon, only to find the block give leeway, and lower. Had Roa not stopped, the blade would have kissed Kiva's skull.
Kiva frowned, instantly upset at the close call, "What did you do? Show me."
Roa nodded, "You're lifting your blade too low. Higher. Above your head. No lower than this." She illustrated her point, and Kiva imitated it. She lifted her kris just as instruted, squaring her shoulders. Roa attacked, and Kiva braced herself. The metal clanged together, sending vibrations rolling down Kiva's arm and making her grit her teeth. Still, the block held.
Kiva sent the same attack, lifting the blade and slicing downward. Roa blocked it again. Then they repeated. There was an unspoken rule. An agreement. Practice until comfortable with one move, than change it up. Sweat started to build on their foreheads. Kiva could feel it building beneath her breasts and the curve of her back. Roa switched her footing and Kiva knew to do the same.
Roa struck, but not from above like expected, but from the side. Kiva's eyes widened and she jumped back. Her grip was loose and she barely moved her blade in time. Badly, she pushed the kris vertically to stop the attack but something wasn't right and the impact not only sent another shattering vibration through her arm. It easily smacked the black metal from her hand, causing Kiva's blade to fly through the air and skid into the dirt.
Roa laughed, "Oh, Kiva. I always thought you were better than this."
Kiva stuck her tongue out. "Shut up," she growled, grudgingly going to retrieve her weapon. As she was bending over, the sound of charging footsteps from behind began to close in, and Kiva threw her weight to the side, just as Roa pounced.
Kiva scrambled for her kris, the two laughing as they fought. Roa began to wrestle with her, leaping again and pinning her to the ground. Kiva tossed the girl to the side, rolling over and reaching outwards. Her sword was just out of reach and she strained her fingertips to touch it. Her friend saw this, and wrapped a strong hand around her ankle, yanking her farther away. Kiva playfully kicked, trying to scramble backwards whenever the girl let go.
They rolled around in the dirt, Kiva slamming Roa into the ground, the other girl using her weight to knock the breath out of the other Myrian. Both were by no means wrestlers, but their sparring session had turned into a fun game. Finally, when both were out of breath, Kiva had gotten close enough to her kris to grab it. She decided to do a little acting, instead.
"I surrender."
Roa didn't buy it. She instead grabbed Kiva's arm and twisted it, still pinning her in place, "No, you don't."
"I do! I can't...breathe." To help with the illusion, Kiva made her gasps for breath louder and deeper, and pretended to weaken her fighting. Roa loosened her grip a bit, and leaned back.
"Well, I win again." Roa said, grinning down at her friend and climbing off of her. In the meantime, Kiva grabbed the handle of her kris while she sat up, and swung it around. Roa, who was still partially sitting on Kiva's legs froze when the black metal rested right below her chin.
"You little cheat," Roa grinned, chuckling, the air growing quiet and a strange as Roa looked into Kiva's eyes.
'What?' Kiva wondered, still holding the blade in place. Roa's eye contact faltered only for a moment before staring full force at Kiva's face.
"I always let my guard down around you," Roa confessed, clearing her throat, "You're amazing."
Kiva's blade faltered momentarily, as the holder was confused and silent. Was this a different sort of act? Kiva didn't know what to say, nor did she want to spurn someone if it was serious. She remained cautious, even when Roa moved to sit beside her.
"Kiva, I... I like you." Her eyes were searching for something Kiva wasn't sure if she could give.
Still perplexed, Kiva answered the best way she knew how, "I like you too." The response was innocent, and the disappointed look on Roa's face knew it had not been the answer she had been looking for.
"No, I mean,...this." Roa leaned forward quickly, her scent of wild flowers and sweat filling Kiva's senses when their lips touched. The kiss was short and chaste, lasting only a few tics before Roa pulled away. Wide eyed and more speechless than before, Kiva barely responded.
She had no idea her comrade felt this way about her. Kiva struggled for the proper response. How did she feel? The hesitation cast a dark look of pain on her friend's features and Roa quickly stood, apologizing.
At the same moment, she heard the angry shouts and war cries from her clan mates in the distance. Jumping to her feet, Roa and Kiva looked at each other in surprised understanding, the confession momentarily forgotten. More Myrians cried in anger and the sound of horns signalling the return of hunters from the jungle reverberated through the air.
Something much bigger... much more serious than a school yard crush was happening. Kiva snatched her things up and ran towards the sound, leaving her friend to catch up behind her.
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15th of Winter, 509 A.V
Flashback
The two Myrians stared one another down, the air tense and quiet. Kiva gripped her kris loosely in her hand, feeling the weight of her new blade. In front of her was another female named Roa, her own dagger held threateningly across her chest. Their dark eyes glared, and finally Kiva lunged, swinging her weapon forward. Roa was fast, deflecting the blow and shoving the two weapons to the side. It caused Kiva's blade holding hand to fly back and left her open. Roa struck again, this time slamming her shoulder into Kiva's chest. 'A warning.'
The attack struck her full force, shooting pain into her torso. Her breath left her and she gasped, sliding a foot back to give her leverage to push back. In a desperate attempt to not get stabbed, Kiva grabbed at Roa's wrist, forcing the blade away from her stomach where the female attempted to gut. Roa did the same, catching her arm when she swung. It became a stale mate and they growled in frustration at one another. An unspoken understanding, the two girls struggled only a moment longer before they shoved each other away and went back to analyzing the situation.
'What are you planning, Ro?' Kiva wondered, a muggy breeze blowing against their bodies. They circled one another, both grinning and taunting each other with false starts. It was a fun little game, two Myrian girls training with a little bit of extra fun.
"Scared, Kotakbil?"
The insult was friendly fire. Nothing serious, and as such, Kiva returned the jab with a wink. The pair danced around in an opening within the clan perimeter. A short distance away until Kiva launched herself towards her friend. Her blackened kris swooped downward, perpendicular to the ground. The move was a common beginner maneuver, and as such, easily blocked. Roa did just that, lifting her blade horizontally and above her head. The attack bounced off, and then Roa returned the favor with the same move. Kiva braced herself and held up her weapon, only to find the block give leeway, and lower. Had Roa not stopped, the blade would have kissed Kiva's skull.
Kiva frowned, instantly upset at the close call, "What did you do? Show me."
Roa nodded, "You're lifting your blade too low. Higher. Above your head. No lower than this." She illustrated her point, and Kiva imitated it. She lifted her kris just as instruted, squaring her shoulders. Roa attacked, and Kiva braced herself. The metal clanged together, sending vibrations rolling down Kiva's arm and making her grit her teeth. Still, the block held.
Kiva sent the same attack, lifting the blade and slicing downward. Roa blocked it again. Then they repeated. There was an unspoken rule. An agreement. Practice until comfortable with one move, than change it up. Sweat started to build on their foreheads. Kiva could feel it building beneath her breasts and the curve of her back. Roa switched her footing and Kiva knew to do the same.
Roa struck, but not from above like expected, but from the side. Kiva's eyes widened and she jumped back. Her grip was loose and she barely moved her blade in time. Badly, she pushed the kris vertically to stop the attack but something wasn't right and the impact not only sent another shattering vibration through her arm. It easily smacked the black metal from her hand, causing Kiva's blade to fly through the air and skid into the dirt.
Roa laughed, "Oh, Kiva. I always thought you were better than this."
Kiva stuck her tongue out. "Shut up," she growled, grudgingly going to retrieve her weapon. As she was bending over, the sound of charging footsteps from behind began to close in, and Kiva threw her weight to the side, just as Roa pounced.
Kiva scrambled for her kris, the two laughing as they fought. Roa began to wrestle with her, leaping again and pinning her to the ground. Kiva tossed the girl to the side, rolling over and reaching outwards. Her sword was just out of reach and she strained her fingertips to touch it. Her friend saw this, and wrapped a strong hand around her ankle, yanking her farther away. Kiva playfully kicked, trying to scramble backwards whenever the girl let go.
They rolled around in the dirt, Kiva slamming Roa into the ground, the other girl using her weight to knock the breath out of the other Myrian. Both were by no means wrestlers, but their sparring session had turned into a fun game. Finally, when both were out of breath, Kiva had gotten close enough to her kris to grab it. She decided to do a little acting, instead.
"I surrender."
Roa didn't buy it. She instead grabbed Kiva's arm and twisted it, still pinning her in place, "No, you don't."
"I do! I can't...breathe." To help with the illusion, Kiva made her gasps for breath louder and deeper, and pretended to weaken her fighting. Roa loosened her grip a bit, and leaned back.
"Well, I win again." Roa said, grinning down at her friend and climbing off of her. In the meantime, Kiva grabbed the handle of her kris while she sat up, and swung it around. Roa, who was still partially sitting on Kiva's legs froze when the black metal rested right below her chin.
"You little cheat," Roa grinned, chuckling, the air growing quiet and a strange as Roa looked into Kiva's eyes.
'What?' Kiva wondered, still holding the blade in place. Roa's eye contact faltered only for a moment before staring full force at Kiva's face.
"I always let my guard down around you," Roa confessed, clearing her throat, "You're amazing."
Kiva's blade faltered momentarily, as the holder was confused and silent. Was this a different sort of act? Kiva didn't know what to say, nor did she want to spurn someone if it was serious. She remained cautious, even when Roa moved to sit beside her.
"Kiva, I... I like you." Her eyes were searching for something Kiva wasn't sure if she could give.
Still perplexed, Kiva answered the best way she knew how, "I like you too." The response was innocent, and the disappointed look on Roa's face knew it had not been the answer she had been looking for.
"No, I mean,...this." Roa leaned forward quickly, her scent of wild flowers and sweat filling Kiva's senses when their lips touched. The kiss was short and chaste, lasting only a few tics before Roa pulled away. Wide eyed and more speechless than before, Kiva barely responded.
She had no idea her comrade felt this way about her. Kiva struggled for the proper response. How did she feel? The hesitation cast a dark look of pain on her friend's features and Roa quickly stood, apologizing.
At the same moment, she heard the angry shouts and war cries from her clan mates in the distance. Jumping to her feet, Roa and Kiva looked at each other in surprised understanding, the confession momentarily forgotten. More Myrians cried in anger and the sound of horns signalling the return of hunters from the jungle reverberated through the air.
Something much bigger... much more serious than a school yard crush was happening. Kiva snatched her things up and ran towards the sound, leaving her friend to catch up behind her.