22nd of Summer, 515AV
"I hardly think it is worth the horse." Kal shot Sezkero a glance as she watched the Akalak offer her the ride. The violent men who inhabited the city were very chivalrous until they realized she was of no use to them. It was a mistake she had run into a few times, fallen under the impression that this strange race had taken interest in her, even if she could not return it. Instinctually, the snake stepped closer to Kal, even the human dwarfed her, slipping a hand around his forearm nearly possessively. It was easier to be out in public alone, but today she was out for business. "We are only going to the Conservatory." He spoke for her, and Sezkero dropped her eyes from the Akalak, who seemed content with ignoring Kal, and nodded that she agreed with him. It wasn't more than a mile or two, not even a bell's walk, at this point.
"Ah, I should not intrude, then. Good day, ma'am." He still spoke only to her, and she still ignored him, remaining clutched to her Priest's side, eternally grateful that he was acting cool with it.
"Thank you." She huffed, releasing him when she heard the click of the hooves continuing down the alley behind them.
"I think you run into that a lot don't you?" He asked, the light tone of his usual voice returning.
"I try to avoid it." She sighed, adjusting the cloth over her ears, shielding her face from the sun. "It helpsss that I look like a child at a glanccce." She flashed the human and teasing grin and he laughed.
"A hundred-and-nine year old child!" His laughter was immediate as they continued their walk. She had entrusted Kal with her identity after the plague had ended. Both had been so shamed by their opposite personalities, that it brought them a little closer. And in her worry that she would be skinned for what she was, and what she had done, Sezkero confided in her Priest, begging his protection in case anything happened.
Of course, nothing had.
And she had come to relax with time, but she was glad she now had at least one friend in the strange violent city of the Akalaks. But for the day, she was a little nervous. Kal had been teaching her a new form of dance. Similar to Shi'ra, he performed more fluidly than she was used to. And with the recent lessons on a dance they were to perform together, practices which ended up with a lot of rainy afternoons, Sezkero was feeling anxious. The Conservatory had asked them to come down to perform a rain dance, because the crops were drying out more than they could handle in the summer. Although each individual took care of their own plots, the owners were worried about general irrigation throughout. Thus, Kal was called in to aide in their dilemma. Her Priest had invited her along as his dance partner, and so they had to spend a few afternoons learning to synchronize their activation, as she was still very new to dancing it groups or with partners.
And today was the day.
"I hardly think it is worth the horse." Kal shot Sezkero a glance as she watched the Akalak offer her the ride. The violent men who inhabited the city were very chivalrous until they realized she was of no use to them. It was a mistake she had run into a few times, fallen under the impression that this strange race had taken interest in her, even if she could not return it. Instinctually, the snake stepped closer to Kal, even the human dwarfed her, slipping a hand around his forearm nearly possessively. It was easier to be out in public alone, but today she was out for business. "We are only going to the Conservatory." He spoke for her, and Sezkero dropped her eyes from the Akalak, who seemed content with ignoring Kal, and nodded that she agreed with him. It wasn't more than a mile or two, not even a bell's walk, at this point.
"Ah, I should not intrude, then. Good day, ma'am." He still spoke only to her, and she still ignored him, remaining clutched to her Priest's side, eternally grateful that he was acting cool with it.
"Thank you." She huffed, releasing him when she heard the click of the hooves continuing down the alley behind them.
"I think you run into that a lot don't you?" He asked, the light tone of his usual voice returning.
"I try to avoid it." She sighed, adjusting the cloth over her ears, shielding her face from the sun. "It helpsss that I look like a child at a glanccce." She flashed the human and teasing grin and he laughed.
"A hundred-and-nine year old child!" His laughter was immediate as they continued their walk. She had entrusted Kal with her identity after the plague had ended. Both had been so shamed by their opposite personalities, that it brought them a little closer. And in her worry that she would be skinned for what she was, and what she had done, Sezkero confided in her Priest, begging his protection in case anything happened.
Of course, nothing had.
And she had come to relax with time, but she was glad she now had at least one friend in the strange violent city of the Akalaks. But for the day, she was a little nervous. Kal had been teaching her a new form of dance. Similar to Shi'ra, he performed more fluidly than she was used to. And with the recent lessons on a dance they were to perform together, practices which ended up with a lot of rainy afternoons, Sezkero was feeling anxious. The Conservatory had asked them to come down to perform a rain dance, because the crops were drying out more than they could handle in the summer. Although each individual took care of their own plots, the owners were worried about general irrigation throughout. Thus, Kal was called in to aide in their dilemma. Her Priest had invited her along as his dance partner, and so they had to spend a few afternoons learning to synchronize their activation, as she was still very new to dancing it groups or with partners.
And today was the day.