She was a little taken aback at the smile that slipped across NIghtly's features. It was warm and filled with life, and though they had only known each other a short time, it seemed a strange but not unpleasant expression given every other thing he had done since their meeting.
Leaves showered down over her form, and she chuckled at his strange joke. "And you look like a wet dog more than a cat, Kelvic." The insult was solidified as he shook his long wet locks.
As to his second insult, she had no real response. he was right after all, she was the hunter, yet he was free of the mud and dirt, in a sense anyway.
Tinnok was used to the violent storms of summer, but clearly Nightly was not. she saw his yellow eyes widen with fear and anxiety as he grabbed her, dragging her faster as she worked to rise out of the pit of mud. Tinnok shook out her own hair, wiping some of the layers of grime off of herself, but as Nightly led her through the jungle she shook off the grip he had on her shoulder, her own hand taking his arm by the wrist and running faster than he. Somewhere she knew there was a God that ruled over lightning. Did that make the God and Makutsi lovers? She had never heard of that...
Though they were near her hut, that was not where Tinnok meant to go. A chorus of thunder slammed over head, the storm fast moving and vicious, and the leaves whipped their faces in a vicious wind. Tinnok gave something akin to a war cry, a smile upon her face...she loved thunder storms, and she raced across the wet jungle floor, hand clinging tightly to Nightly.
Though her breath caught in her lungs, and her sides heaved she refused to slow until she reached her destination. It was a cave she had found when meeting with the constrictor Svan, big enough to seat two people comfortably, but not too big that strange monsters lurked within it.
She found the small little clearing easily enough, remembering the great fallen tree that made a wall upon one side of it, and skirted around the web of half uprooted systems to get to the cave. It had an overhang to protect from the rain and she leapt up inside, sniffing to see if the scent of droppings or blood marked it as being lived in...perhaps Nightly's nose would catch more refined scents, but it smelled of the musk of some creature long gone and damp moss, so she sat up on the rock ledge happily, staring out at the sheet of rain that began to pour down from the heavens, out of breath.
She glanced at the Kelvic, wondering how his bare skinned form was holding up in the rain.
Leaves showered down over her form, and she chuckled at his strange joke. "And you look like a wet dog more than a cat, Kelvic." The insult was solidified as he shook his long wet locks.
As to his second insult, she had no real response. he was right after all, she was the hunter, yet he was free of the mud and dirt, in a sense anyway.
Tinnok was used to the violent storms of summer, but clearly Nightly was not. she saw his yellow eyes widen with fear and anxiety as he grabbed her, dragging her faster as she worked to rise out of the pit of mud. Tinnok shook out her own hair, wiping some of the layers of grime off of herself, but as Nightly led her through the jungle she shook off the grip he had on her shoulder, her own hand taking his arm by the wrist and running faster than he. Somewhere she knew there was a God that ruled over lightning. Did that make the God and Makutsi lovers? She had never heard of that...
Though they were near her hut, that was not where Tinnok meant to go. A chorus of thunder slammed over head, the storm fast moving and vicious, and the leaves whipped their faces in a vicious wind. Tinnok gave something akin to a war cry, a smile upon her face...she loved thunder storms, and she raced across the wet jungle floor, hand clinging tightly to Nightly.
Though her breath caught in her lungs, and her sides heaved she refused to slow until she reached her destination. It was a cave she had found when meeting with the constrictor Svan, big enough to seat two people comfortably, but not too big that strange monsters lurked within it.
She found the small little clearing easily enough, remembering the great fallen tree that made a wall upon one side of it, and skirted around the web of half uprooted systems to get to the cave. It had an overhang to protect from the rain and she leapt up inside, sniffing to see if the scent of droppings or blood marked it as being lived in...perhaps Nightly's nose would catch more refined scents, but it smelled of the musk of some creature long gone and damp moss, so she sat up on the rock ledge happily, staring out at the sheet of rain that began to pour down from the heavens, out of breath.
She glanced at the Kelvic, wondering how his bare skinned form was holding up in the rain.
