Don't hate me? :/ I know it's over a month over due... Again, sorrysorrysorry. Winter break is here and I am free from the clutches of school, work and training. Feel free to yell at me if you see fit. Also, sorry for the relatively crappy post. Hope you're having lovely holidays! The woman nodded slightly, at least he was trying. Zuzana would give him credit where credit was due, and it certainly seemed as though he had been… Practicing for lack of a better word. The Kelvic’s questions about deaf spirits were soon answered. “They do not speak the same tongue.” The answer was simple enough for the tiger to understand. Another small nod was awarded to the strange man as he continued to explain spirits.
“But if you die, then they do cannot feel life anymore. Isn’t it foolish to drag you into the jungle and get you killed?” Zuzana paused a moment before shaking her head, she figured this one out on her own. “It was jealous, if it cannot have life, neither can you.” A small, strange laugh left her as she shook her head slightly.
A toothy grin crossed Zuzana’s face as Sheika appeared slightly on edge. The woman found the name “Young Tigress” better than being a ‘girl’, sure it was simply a way to indentify gender, but the Kelvic was touchy on such matters. Zuzana blinked as Sheika spoke, his words were of the same language, but the phrases were foreign and confusing to the Tiger. “You wish to learn, but do not?” Zuzana made a slight growl. “You make little sense, but I should have figured that from the start. Myrians are confusing, but you are far more complex than any other I have met.” A flash of a smile passed over her before she moved on.
“A fish? You might owe me more than one if you intend to live... I could kill you, eat you, take your belongs and buy many more fish.” Humor. Dark humor, but humor nonetheless, the Tiger seemed relaxed, it was doubtful she would lash out in any manner at this man. She was far too intrigued with who he was.
There was an awkward paused from the Tiger once the name “Myri” was said. Zuzana knew little of the religion on the Myrians, and that was something the creature wished to know. After all, Zuzana wanted to be accepted by those people, how could she if she did not know their Goddess? “Myri?” The name came out almost like a purr of intrigue.
While Sheika’s tone was strange, the Kelvic knew little of vocal clues let alone proper attire, she did not notice the way he spoke about his Mother or other deaths of Myrians. Zuzana walked over decaying leaves, dirt, and other Jungle debris which crunched under her feet, a sharp sound to break the chatter from the trees.
“Alone, alone, alone.” A firm expression remained on Zuzana’s face, creases crossed from her lips downward. “It seems you have the patience to explain yourself to me. Perhaps your grudge lies with your fellow Myrians?” Golden eyes remained on the Jungle before the two of them. “But, it could just be that you’re worried I might have a taste for strange Myrian men.” Zuzana’s eyes flicked to Sheika for a moment, a sideways smirk carelessly directed at the witch doctor.
“Tell me about your father,” Zuzana said as she stepped on a small branch. “He was smart, like you?” The Kelvics question was partly to keep her amused on the escort mission, but also to fill more of the curiousity. Zuzana had no father, at least none she knew of. Sheika had a father, what was a father? What did they do? “Did he love you?”
