Nin-kischu's grip adjusts, and he moves.
Heaving the beast into an over-the-spine roll, he slams it into the ground. The once charging animal bounces with a distorted bark and goes limp. Its beak parts, showing the life its strong body still has. Nin-kischu plants his foot on the creature, restraining it where a concussion cannot.
The saved child gets up, their body shaking. The pole-armed men lose formation and get back to clearing the streets. A small little thing a child is, and they're watching the one who saved them from so close. Nin-kischu must be a giant to them. He already is to me!
A very thankful mother snatches up her child, scolding it as much as she peppers it with kisses. The child watches Nin-kischu for just a second longer. Their wails break the silence and they look at the ground, broken by both chargers. They might not quite understand death, but they grasp what would happen if their hero had not arrived.
"Did you see that!? Did you see what -my- precious love did!?" Rianta-chira cheers excitedly, her body bouncing up and down with no memory of her prior sluggishness. Even devoid of whites, her eyes crazed sensation rings wides clear to me. She shakes this energy viciously into my still recovering body and I lose myself in the sight. Why is there something so mesmerising about seeing a black cloak suddenly exploding outwards...? The force of the collision blowing air up as high as here.
Is it the shadow it casts, perhaps? Or perhaps the mystery it unveils about my hard-bodied roommate? His legs are shaped so strangely and his back is not easily mistaken for muscle. It's almost like he's wearing a rock.
The downed ryphurgok swings its head around at the ground and him. It notices what I can, and it tries to get him. I giggle quietly at how Nin-kischu moves his foot to avoid the creature's renewed pecking. It must think he's a rock!
Unlike me with all this back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...
"Rianta-chira, please stop!" I let out at her. All this shaking is getting in the way of my body's post-spell recovery. If I can focus on Nin-kischu's bravery, I must be getting my senses back. With returning senses comes an all too familiar feeling of where we are. A narrow roof.
"Then answer! Do -you- see!?" she demands to know, her nearly bare chest rising with pride. Were her breasts any larger, they'd snap the straps on her bra and send the cups flying. My aimless mind would be watching the soft fabric grasp air and not tender mother flesh.
If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.
"Yes! I see what your love is doing!" I tell her, my tone increasingly exasperated as some stomach pains twitch back into me. Rianta-chira's face lights up more and more with the widest of smiles. A giggle escapes the rosy-cheeked woman. With a little bit of envy hatching inside of me as I watch her ignore her own pain.
It's almost like I am up here with a child. Like I might've been in my kiddish youth when my favourite celebrity swordsman, Toolykaiteri, won yet another contest. Sword or arrow, it mattered not to him. All that mattered to me is that a man I saw as handsome had all the more reason to hold his head above the clouds.
Almost like I was once able to to try for with how so many famous lords yearned for my future hand. Not for themselves, but for family and country. Their sons would take it and bind it with the God of Thunder's beloved metal. Thunder-Gold.
I was to be something important before it became apparent what... A blue spark veins across my vision.
Blinking harshly, I remind myself that I can see. Meaning to move my mind away from the past before I make myself upset, I turn my focus to the Founding-Lord. Or, rather, the absence of his presence... He left with Nin-kischu, a little ahead of him, I imagine. But I still cannot see him. Maybe I should sense for him-
Silvered-emerald!
The gods and goddesses answer my thoughts, drowning us in his emerald light. Wind howls, filling up a street on the far edge of town. In the impressive spirals and waves, a few dozen ryphurgoks ride the wind without a thing in their heads. Their statue-like idleness is so easy to mistake for...
Rianta-chira coughs loudly, her head things glowing so brightly as if to blind out that which is more striking. She mutters almost viciously, her eyes practically glued to Nin-kischu. With such weight as to lock my eyes in the same direction. Her words repeat without end, clogging up my canals. He is better, her precious love is better. That is all she seems able to say and I'm finding it rather sweet, somehow.
To have someone stick by you like this, putting your efforts up as the greater set purely because she loves him... Someone who loves you that much, huh? Mother has gone through so much to take me here. A man I barely know is helping with that process and...
"Einervaene! Einervaene! EINERVAENE!" Rianta-chira lets out with growing intensity, screaming in my face in no time at all. Shaking my head about and clearing it of miserable thoughts, I look at her. My ears ring with her voice. I swear, I'm hearing too much of it since we landed here.
"What...?" I ask, unable to get my mind onto anything right now other than the bother her tone is bringing. She latches onto me, her hands gripping my soft body tight. The needles beneath my skin press down and the weak sensation in each muscle acts up.
"They started moving that way. Get us closer!" she demands, her arms moving into a back-breaking hug. Quickly weighing my options, I try to consider my current state. Her shaking gets worse, as does her grip. She keeps demanding I take her...
I shouldn't, not in this state- Move us closer!- If I do as she wants, we'll get hurt... Move us closer! Do it, Einervaene, move us closer! Let me gaze upon my precious love!
Love, love, love-
Performing the spell again, we shoot up like her excitement wants. The magic catches on my unstable body. The spell fails and we strike down too early. We reform to our normal selves at top speed. We strike the ground.