[Flashback]Mudpies are the best way to woo a girl (Sai)

[Amon]

20th Summer 502AV Tag Sai&Addy Typical day, for typical teenagers. Typical in that hormones were raging, minds were ecstatic, words were spewed to incite action and trouble-making and blatant absurdity. Amon was young; young and bold. And bold meant the words that often came out of his mouth were laced with idiocy, and his actions were meant to impress the one girl he has had his eyes on for many years. Sairque. Some could call it a crush. Others would call it fancy. He knew that he liked her, in more ways than one; more than just friends, but being a young man, and one that had yet to reach his peak height of 5’9”, he lacked in the courting department. The friends he held after his admittance into the Endal caste were constantly bombarding him with suggestions, and he shrugged them off with a simple, “I don’t like her like that!” But they knew. It was in his eyes and the way he acted around her. Embarrassed and clumsy. Sakima had laughed and laughed once he finally recognized the signs, and Amon had to quiet him down lest he not have his mind to himself. He had met Sai at the Communal Kitchens during the morning. He had sat with her at the tables picking at his food for a bit before finally wracking up his bravery to blurt out, “I got some ale, want to help me drink it?” Smoother words had never left such smooth lips. He bit his tongue, and shoved the pack full of ale he had filched from his parent’s storeroom behind his back. “I mean… Want to go visit the Twin Lakes? I heard it was a going to be a beautiful girl-- er, beautiful day today. ...Beautiful day....” Petch. He had told her to meet him at the base of the Twin Lakes, and as Amon walked his way down almost dejectedly, his eagle came soaring above him cackling in his usual, unique tone. “You know, I tried.” He said bluntly, “Your laughing really isn’t helping.” Oh but it’s so fun to watch you mess up. Keep at it, it’s great entertainment so far. The young man didn’t respond, and instead sat himself on top of a pile of sturdy rocks, placing the ale beside his feet and waited.

[Sairque]

Typical day, for typical nuisances. Typical in that every foray into a potentially social setting ended in the necessitation of verbal discouragement to the random frisky man, woman or boy. A well timed knick from the thin knife carried tucked away in a scarf slung low over her hips; its placement convenient for drawing the blade out and across the exposed flesh of a lower abdomen should the need arise. For the very physical and hyper-horny Inarta, those moments crept up every day for the young Chiet girl. Some advances weren’t rebuffed, violence not even occurring to the feisty youth in regards to certain hopeful young men. Amon…he went way back with the temperamental twin. Only recently had the awkward glances started, or maybe she had only noticed the behaviors because her sister had pointed them out. Either way, she liked the general feeling of good will the young man exuded toward her. The way his golden eyes weren’t demanding or possessive. Despite Aidara’s insistence that there was more to it, Sairque was sure that he was just a nice fellow. People didn’t need to want to jump a person’s bones to be friendly toward them. In fact, from her experience, wanting to be anything beyond friendly meant being a pushy piece of shyke. Amon was the opposite of pushy. Sometimes he made bad decisions and other times she wondered if he was as daft as he sounded, but that pretty white Wind Eagle had chosen him. Like this afternoon, he had been perfectly pleasant to dine with. A bit quiet up until the random invitation, and stumbling over his words just a little, but his proposed activity sounded fun. Relaxing out near the lakes on the thick full grass, drinking some ale under the summer sun…if she wasn’t going to be scaling an overhang, it was a suitable substitute. His lanky form, settled on some big rocks, looked tense. Yellow eyes slid away, taking in the bustle of the area. They weren’t the only ones to take advantage of the beautiful girl—er, day. A small sound of amusement escaped. Once within range, Sai called out, waving her hand to catch his attention. “Amon! Hey!” With the bright white strapless vinati and bryda blinding under the strength of the sun, she wouldn’t be too hard to spot, even dwarfed (5’1 had been reached three years before with no further sign of upward progress) amongst the other frolicking Inarta. Both garments accented with orange embroidery, and a matching orange scarf slung across her midsection, hanging low with a thick knot off her hip and allowing the ends to sway along the length of thigh. “There’s a nice little area up that way,” she suggested with a motion and glance over to an area where the lake cut close to the mountain side. Skirting the water, they eventually came to a spot slightly shaded by the towering cliff. Thick grass carpeted the area, and a thin tendril of Shivias extended up to their left. The little inlet was no more than a few inches deep and bedded with a rare stretch of silty mud.

[Amon]

Sure, Amon was prone to bad decisions, and it was only emphasized by his slip up with his offer. He had tried very hard to hide his feelings for Sairque, especially around the girls that eyed him whilst he navigated the Communal Kitchens. He was sure she only considered him a good friend, and although he was grateful for this, it left a bitter taste in his mouth and a crater in his heart he had yet to fill. When she wasn’t around, he would act like his normal, social-butterfly self, but the second she came into view, his throat would lock up and he could effectively be called brain dead. It was pathetic, but cute. He was so caught up with how he was going to transmit his feelings to her, in fact, he had not noticed the flash of white strapped, unfortunately, around the nice curves of her figure. He glanced up from his reverie, only to grin and wave back at the girl who bounded toward him and had so easily stolen his heart. Petch. Petch. Petch. What are you so worried about, she’s as good as naked. Oh shut up. She’s properly clothed, you ridiculous bird. A silvery laugh echoed in his thoughts as the large eagle circled overhead. Amon glanced up at him for a sliver of a moment before he smiled at Sairque and followed her toward the little slice of paradise. The ale clinked in his bag as he set it down, and spread himself out along the rich grass. He inhaled, absorbing the scent of fresh mud and earth and felt oddly at ease. This wasn’t so bad. The soft sound of running water was soothing, and the shade, well, it was ideal on a hotter-than-average type of day. Amon was inwardly proud that he had suggested this to her. At least if he petched up she’d remember how relaxing this day was. Hopefully. “How’s the season been for you?” He asked with a smile, “Any boys giving you more trouble?” He dug into his pack until he procured a bottle of ale, and popped it open. Luckily, he had also remembered to bring several cups as well, and brought them out for both himself and Sairque. He poured generously for himself, knowing if he was going to screw up this opportunity he might as well get smashed. “That Drawn, kid, has he been eyeing you?” He continued, “Because if he is, you know I could just punch him in the eye again, I’m sure Duvin wouldn’t mind.”

[Sairque]

Chuckling, Sai laid back in the blades of dry grass whose bent lengths were just enough to provide a thick layer of cushion. The surrounding fields of tumbled rock, dark and jagged, made their little slice of paradise all the better. Folding her arms beneath her head, dark red locks spilling out over the green vegetation like rivers, the motion elongated her creamy midsection, sleek muscles providing a soft valley between delicately protruding hip bones and rhythmically extending ribs. Voluminous white folds, orange embroidery distinguishable as individual bird feathers, settled around the long, shapely planes of her legs. Ankles crossed, her bare feet bopped side to side in rhythm to the beat of wings overhead. “Boys are troublesome no matter the season, Amon. And Drawn is the least of my problems in that department since you slugged him that last time. But that’s no reason not to punch in the face again,” she qualified amenably, wanting her feelings on the matter to be clearly understood. There were very few people that the young Chiet opposed getting physically abused. There were enough knife fights, enough times she’d had to dive away from two brawlers to avoid getting herself sliced, fat and muscle expanding out of the wound once the pressure of intact skin had been nullified, that fists and feet had fallen into proper perspective. Granted, this apathetic philosophy kept any special motives behind a certain young Endal’s over protective brawling indistinguishable. Propping herself up on one elbow, Sai steadied the lone cup Amon had not enough hands to hold while he poured. After filled up with that absolutely disgusting beverage that she forced herself to drink to keep up with the others, the girl took a healthy swig. The large gulp drained straight down her throat to minimize contact with her tongue and maximize the amount of mind-altering substance that dropped into her gullet at once. Of course, this just made her look like a champ. Though it was a fight, only a faint, brief curl of disgust warped her otherwise amiable expression. Of course, knowing herself, she had turned her face away a bit, looking out over the lapping shores of Shivias to keep Amon from noticing. She couldn’t know that he was hyper-sensitive to her and such weak attempts at hiding her expression possibly weren’t enough. In which case, she would not look like the champ she was.

[Amon]

Sai was making it increasingly difficult for Amon to focus. More importantly, making it difficult to focus on her face, as his wanton gaze followed the contours of her arms, her abdomen, her legs. Milky white legs that contrasted so sharply against the green blades of grass. Perhaps they even felt just as smooth-- Pervert. “What?!” He barked, but immediately realizing the outburst of his lips instead of his mind, Amon decidedly face palmed. “You’re right,” He said quickly, “Boys are troublesome, whether they’re eagles or not.” His hard gaze lingered on the chuckling form of the flying raptor, nearly transparent against the clear blue skies. Golden eyes finally settled on Sai once more, “What’s a few more bruises for a greater cause. I’d do anything for friends.” The word stung. Friends. Was that all he was going to remain with Sai? Friends. Acquaintances. That one kid with the red hair. It would all be the same in that it sunk hard on his psyche and clawed at his heart. But boys had to be boys. They had to man up, drop their plumbs and take the stand. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Amon was no different. What was one girl in the generous sea of redheads that thrived in Wind Reach. Other than her bold demeanor, her keen interest in physical maiming, and what’s more, she was beautiful. There had to be a female that fit that description… besides the girl that now took it upon herself to suffer the wretched concoction that was Wind Reach ale. Oh, how he noticed the trepidations within her and he grinned. He was just leaning forward with his full cup of ale in hand when a acne-covered boy came charging through the torn grass followed by three other children. What’s more, he had taken the grand opportunity to glance behind his shoulder just as he was heading toward the direction of Amon and Sai. The resulting collision led to a bewildered young Rider holding a handful of Sai’s breast in one hand and the empty cup of ale in the other, with the contents splashed across both himself and his friend. “Sorry, sorry! Gotta run!” The kid screamed as he scrambled to his feet and darted off. Amon simply laid there, utterly at a loss. His hand…. Was on her breast. Hand… on… on… breast.. Amon! “Shyke!” Amon jerked back, suddenly all too aware of what he had just done, but in his hurry to place distance between himself and Sai he had collapsed in the pile of silty mud, now completely caked with the brown muk from head to toe. He flung off a pile of mud from his arm as he attempted to stand. “That was a petching mistake, Sai. I didn’t mean to….to….” Cop a feel? Shut your mouth.

[Sairque]

Still, regrettably, focusing on the taste of someone else’s rotten saliva on her palette, clearly Amon’s ill-concealed oogling and misspeaking had not the shock factor to register with the girl. She did glance over at his perceived surprise at the idea of punching the kid again, if only because it seemed out of character. His friendship might have had to be terminated had he not switched gears…and brought up that he was apparently having romantically demanding attentions thrust on him by a male Eagle. Ew. No amount of awe could make that an appealing coupling. Unpleasant images, regarding fertilizations processes and mating battles, faded out as she found herself caught up in his intense and curiously sincere golden gaze. Her own eyes, similar in color but without the entrapping depth of warm honey on a cool summer day, found ensnarement in the incomprehensible emotions darkening his features. Just when an explanation for his mannerisms started forming, a cloudy epiphany covered in a haze, his abrupt grin banished the nebulous thought, much to the mild frustration of the chiet girl. She leaned forward as well, a sassy, and as far as she could tell, facetious retort, that followed their vein of conversation, regarding his motivations perhaps being to do anything to his friend, hence the need for ale instead of food on their picnic. But then he was groping her, she was dripping, nausea reared thickly in her gut and throat at the stench of ale bathing her, the lad was screaming an inadequate apology, and the two picnickers waited in frozen disbelief. Not only did Amon have the pleasure of the only soft and comforting part of Sai’s body under his sensitive fingertips, her white clothing went transparent under the moisture. Turns out her breasts shared the same creamy tone as the rest of her exposed skin, but had matching rosy, hardening, points. And...someone either practiced upkeep, or had a naturally sparse…area. Oh, how there was so much more for him to notice now. His hand…was on her breast. Hand…on…on…breast… “Amon!” her exclamation accidently coincided with the Eagle’s, but she didn’t mean to scare him half to death and send him scurrying away into the encompassing embrace of that silty mud. She’d just wanted him to stop holding her awkwardly and staring at her with that unnaturally wide eyed expression, like he’d been caught pulling dried meat from the pantry. She was not shriveled up jerky, nor was she Davoid wielding the wooden spoon. “Amon!” The second one attempted to cut through his continued bewilderment, as well. Two little shapes flashed by in hot pursuit of the culprit behind Sai and Amon’s current conditions. Her companion’s apology faded off to wherever unheard apologies go as the irate teenager flung her half-full cup at one of the shapes and flowed forward to take out the third, trailing, one. Where the cup ultimately struck or ineffectively landed, she knew not, the immediate concern was taking the last kid out. He skittered to the side, catching her intentions out of the corner of his eye, but this evasive maneuver really just took him along her line of motion. Panicking, the kid threw up his arms, still back peddling, and took her shoulder right in the gut. To his credit, his elbow cracked against her nose pretty good, that uncomfortably thick feeling spreading across her face. Mud spattered and splashed with a gross splurch as they slipped and skidded through, just off to the right of Amon. Sai released in favor of controlling her own landing; the kid rolled off, scampering, simpering, splashing deeper into the lake in hasty retreat. Her attempt at controlling the direction and outcome of the slide pretty much just left her mud smeared form, well, in the mud.

[Amon]

I didn’t think a breast could be so soft… And smooth. That’s the right word isn’t it? Smooth? Squishy? Amon. Spongy? No, that’s not right, squeezable? It has more bounce to it-- Amon. You should have felt it Saki, it was amazing, I wonder if she’d let me do it again. AMON. Amon jerked upright, finally noticing that his fingers were involuntarily squeezing thin air, as if he still held a breast in his hand. He quickly lowered it, undoubtedly embarrassed, but found upon glancing up that Sai had vanished, chasing after one of the children that caused the untimely disruption to the perfectly planned picnic he and his feisty friend had been having. “Sai!” He shouted, attempting scramble up from the mud and falling several times in the process. It turns out he didn’t need to go far, as both the boy and Sai landed precariously in the muk, not too many paces away. He could have sworn he saw a flash of nipples. Amon blinked again, peering. Those two points on her vinati… could they-- Bam! Without much of a notice, one of the two companions of the kid now sitting dejectedly in the lake smashed into Amon, sending him face first into the mud and sliding his way to where Sai was. He sat up, coughing and spitting muk from his mouth and wiping away the rest that clogged his nose. “Shyke-licker!” He shouted, the substance causing rather unnerving slurping sounds as he shifted through it. Smash, as Amon had dubbed him sat wiping the mud from his face, but upon noticing the approaching, angry, young red-head, he quickly got to his feet. “Oh no you don’t,” He growled, and before Smash had time to steady himself Amon slammed the poor boy’s head into the mud. Over, and over and over. Until, of course, the kid, gasping for air grasped the young rider’s leg and sent him collapsing into the muk. Soon a brawl ensued.

[Sairque]

Smash apparently made Heels, the lad who undoubtedly wished that his kicking heels were the only thing she'd managed to get close to, feel a bit like the whimpering pansy he was, needing to get rescued like that; up the boy squirmed, sloshing toward the two combatants. Sai dragged her fingers across her eyes, leaving long streaks along her lids and cheeks like battle markings; a decisive snap of her wrist sent the mud flying home like a signal. It was on. Sai leapt into motion, hurling toward the lad who swung wide again in an attempt to pass her by. They progressed significantly slower this time around, limbs flailing for balance when a foot slid out unexpectedly, but the inevitable tackle came, much to the boy's chagrin. Unfortunately, he managed a few extra steps with her draped round his hips which made their landing zone...Amon. Heels knocked Smash to the side while Sai sprawled onto the young Rider's chest. Smash threw off Heels and leapt atop to two teenagers, pressing her into the smooth, hard planes of his abs and pecs. Her palms slid over the tight muscles, mud the lubricant between flesh as she tried to get off.

[Sairque]

Amon’s struggles to get out from under her and reach Smash, surprisingly, didn’t help either of them untangle. At one point she’d pushed to her knee and been in the process of standing up when he’d tried to wiggle backwards to pull his legs from around her, catching her ankle with his just as she put weight on it and dropping her to her backside in the slurping mud. It should have been the final graceless struggle between them, but her heel caught his jaw as it flew out from beneath him, cracking against his face with a wet splat and leaving five little toe prints on his high, delicate cheek bone. “Petching shykestain!” she borrowed from the clumsy lad her date had turned into, not necessarily aiming it at him, though. “Could you just stop for one second and let me get up!?” Whether he was honoring her request or just reeling from the accidental blow to his head she didn’t know, but he stayed still long enough for her to dig her hands into the gobs of mud beneath them and push away. By the time she’d stood, and much to her frustrated disgruntlement, Smash and Heels had swum nearly all the way across the lake. “Petch,” she spat, the foul language accompanied by the expectoration of foul muck. With one last disgusted look at the young Endal, Sai slipped and slicked from the greasy mud. She’d never been partial to earth tones, and even the generous globs painted elegantly all over her body and through her hair didn’t change her mind. And that was when she got a gob of mud right to the side of her face. Yelping, Sai flinched, ducking and cautiously turning her face toward the assailant. The other half of that running gaggle of obnoxious children. The two kids released more mud bombs, their aim uncannily accurate, that hit her in the forehead and the neck before turning and scampering off. Wheezing from the heavy blow to her esophagus, Sai coughed and sputtered, one hand wrapped round her neck as though the touch would help and the other supporting her stooped body with her knee. Raking at the mud dripping into her eyes, and still grunting awkwardly against the discomfort of her throat, it suddenly occurred to her how ridiculous this entire stunt had been. Chuckling, like a duck, Sai released her recycled missile, the glomp of mud splatting right next to her Endal companion. “Hey, Amon. Let’s go get cleaned up. I know Sakima won’t let you anywhere near his pretty white feathers with all that muck on youu-glach,” she gagged, Amon’s return flying mud pie catching her just on the edge of her mouth and cheek. Stomach heaving, Chiet bent over double with the force of her body’s reaction, Amon’s chuckles expanded into full blown laughter. Generous amounts of saliva carried the offending particles from her mouth in long undulating strings. Amon’s careful progress to the edge of the lake, just one step away from solid ground, was wasted as the disgusted girl accomplished her third tackle of the day. She didn’t even care at this point that her face raked through the muck at Amon’s ribcage as they tumbled and slid through the greasy stuff. Sputtering in a great gust to clear her lips and nostrils so she could breath, Sai lurched to her hands and knees over Amon and collected a glop of mud to rub into the Endal’s face. It splattered fruitlessly back from whence it came when he knocked her hand aside and surged up from his back to use his size and weight to knock her to the side and gain the upper hand. Squirming fiercely, the Chiet swamp monster writhed her way out of every hold, significantly easier since she was slipperier than a greased pig, just in the nick of time. Instinct guiding her body this way and that to disrupt every maneuvering of leverage, she almost managed to slide to the side enough to gain enough power to try and force him to the ground. His knee shot out and caught her arm, knocking her three inches deep in the mud before she finally just plopped his laughing self atop her back. Furiously blowing bubbles through her nose to keep the mud out, Sai flailed like a turtle on its back, little arms and legs sweeping out to the sides, creating a nice mud-angel, with her face trapped beneath the muck. Amon gloated, calling out clever retorts—did he just grope her ass? Yelling through tightly clasped lips, he seemed to take that as encouragement, commenting on her inability to find the words to describe just how amazing he’d nullified her. Finally, the panicked and desperate flailings must have registered, because his weight disappeared and he roughly rolled her over as he pulled her up. He cradled her to his chest, propped up on his body as she sucked in sputtering mouthfuls of air. Emphatically, he apologized, trying to explain that he didn’t realize the water and mud was that deep here, but his touch on her face tenderly wiped the slimy, fine mud away from her orifices and then from her forehead and cheeks. Oxygen returned to a normal level within her body, she weakly pushed away, using his shoulder to help her gain her unsteady feet. Knees in the mud, sitting on his heels, the Amon swamp monster peered up at her with an indefinable expression on his face but the whites of his eyes popping brightly. Fist crunching against his face, knee slamming into his sternum, she left him a limp pile in the shallow water and mud. How long he groaned there, she didn’t know. Sai trudged back to the warrens, nursing her hand and several other body parts until she made it to the common bathing chambers. Ignoring the irate glances tossed at her due to her brown trail, Sai peeled off and discarded her sticky clothing. Absolutely disgusted, she cursed Amon as she sank into the top most pool, the one frequented by dung-covered Dek miners.

[Mercury]

Amon Skill(s) Seduction + 2 XP Brawling + 1 XP Lore(s) First Crush Teenage Hormones Friend Zone Overprotective Tendencies Copped a Feel Rolling in the Mud Method to my Madness: The techniques should have garnered you socializing skill, but in context I awarded you seduction. Sairque Skill(s) Socializing + 2 XP Drinking + 1 XP Brawling + 4 XP Lore(s) Nice Guys Don't Always Finish Last Accidentally Sexy Reluctant Social Drinker Accidentally Groped Mud Fight Method to my Madness: Because you weren't intentionally trying to seduce, you received socializing instead. The rest are pretty self explanatory. You can address any questions or concerns to the little voice in your head. A.K.A. PM me.