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Whisper ‘Pretty Nose’ Jinx
That nigh unpleasant tingling
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Spring of 194 NC
Jade Lake
The bridge at Mid Claw branch of Dragontoe River
The road to Jadefort Castle
The mature Oldfly, the South Eplas gigantic variant of the common fly but with more red and orange in its round body, buzzed while floating over the lush flower-covered bush. Singing frogs drowning the sound at regular intervals responding to the ruckus coming from the moving over the bridge laden wagon. The plate reinforced wheels rattling and bobbling on the old stones, its passengers driving the designated chauffeur for that day –that would be Caruso- insane.
“Keep it straight dummy!” Melon counseled whilst perched on the mercenary’s right soldier.
“He should avoid the uneven rocks!” A frustrated Moira argued poking her head out of the sailcloth cover to stare at the road from Caruso’s other side. “I have valuable vials in here that need care!”
“Staying out of the blasted river must be top priority old tits,” Melon countered, Moira lashed against him, the cat moving casually aside and the heavy slap landing on Caruso’s red nape. Melon twisted about face then walked quickly across the groaning driver’s shoulders, balanced on nimble hind legs, body extending and tried with wild swings of his small paws to force Moira back inside the wagon.
“Reckon ye better stop right after you cross mate. Have that head checked out,” Clinton Marlo offered sucking at his teeth. They were all standing next to their horses and the laden mule facing the bridge’s other side to patiently wait for the wagon to do the same.
“She can walk across the bridge,” Lithoniela commented standing at the shade of a tall silk floss tree with lovely pink flowers blooming.
“I have a bad leg!” Moira protested on the verge of tears from inside the wagon.
“We can wait lass,” Marlo assured her and Jinx sighed, using an index finger to guide a long pink curl behind her rosy ear and out of her sweaty face.
“Plenty demanding yer slave,” she told the scowling Lith. Nothing strange about the latter, Lithoniela was habitually pouting.
“Jinx come on girl,” Marlo said with a grimace. “That’s not polite.”
“Sure,” Jinx replied. “But it’s a fact.”
She got her bow from the horse’s saddle and walked towards the trees while the others stayed behind with the wagon. Sam coming after her, the vegetation turning into a mini-jungle very fast but nearer the lake’s expanse the ground opened up some. The river could be heard as it poured inside the large lake feeding it.
The air heavy and bitter to the taste.
“No wonder people move fast across this part,” Sam commented coming to stand next to her.
“Not all people.”
“You are not yourself lately.”
Jinx glanced sideways at him. She had to swing her gaze upwards as everyone but the talking cat and the creepy kid was towering over her.
“You know I’m right,” Sam defended himself.
“I’m thinking on stuff,” Jinx replied sourly.
“Your head alright?”
“Head is fine.”
“Must have been a good bump.”
“Did it look like it?” Jinx hissed pursing her lips.
“I wouldn’t say that, still…”
Yeah.
“There something’s strange about her,” Jinx said reaching to check on a flower, but it was a butterfly pretending to be one and it flew away.
Fucking colorful cunt.
“All Zilan females are special,” Sam commented and used a cloth to wipe his neck. The humidity near the lake a nuisance.
“Was talking about Moira,” Jinx retorted rolling her eyes. “What’s wit you and exotic girls?”
“They are different in a good way,” Sam replied and looked at her meaningfully.
Jinx burst out laughing at the adventurer’s expression. “You should move to the Sinking Isles. You’ll get yer fill there fer sure.”
“I’m not shallow milady,” Sam said and set his jaw indignant. “Nor a pervert.”
Heh-heh.
“Never said you were, but the girls ye like probably are. And weirdos. Sorry.”
“That’s not true. I like you a lot don’t I?” Sam snapped and glared at her. Jinx returned his gaze undaunted.
Throwing Whisper in wasn’t going to strengthen his argument. Quite the contrary.
“Yeah,” Jinx told him. “They still are.”
“What’s strange about Moira?”
“I can’t say. But one would expect more from a Peninsula trained slave,” Jinx said and glanced behind them as she’d heard someone approaching.
“That’s such a wrong thing to sprout… she healed Marlo’s rash,” Sam protested.
“It came back and it was a salve kids know how to make,” Jinx retorted. Healers. It was a good salve though. Very soothing. Jinx had stolen it and used some between her thighs. The saddle and leather pants were a dangerous combination for a girl’s skin. The Gish sighed and glanced at the huffing and puffing even more older adventurer that had parked next to them.
“Heard a god darn frog whistle I swear,” Marlo griped a little freaked out casting nervous glances all around him. “Twas a tune.”
“Nah,” Sam said. “It’s yer ears.”
“I’m telling you. If cats talk, lots of other things might be into the plaguing habit. Just saying. I’m keeping an open mind here,” Marlo countered then added after a small pause. “And ear. Aye.”
“I don’t remember her,” Jinx said returning to the previous topic.
“Jinx we’ve met her at the bazaar, then the tavern. You went after her,” Sam protested and Jinx raised a small arm to stop him.
“I remember that part. I don’t recall her being at the villa.”
“She wasn’t. She came just before the wall collapsed,” Sam explained. “Saw you talking to her from inside.”
“Yeah. This part I don’t remember.” Jinx insisted with a frown. “Matter of fact, I remember everything else but not her. At all.”
“You hit your head.”
“Ayup,” Marlo agreed with a sad nod. “Poor Jingo had the same affliction. That blow to the head did him in. Never was the same after that—”
They both stopped him with loud cries of frustration.
“Jingo was something else Clinton,” a reserved Sam reminded him.
“Fuck yeah. Like that thief in Eikenport!” A less-restrained Jinx added.
“I haven’t figured that part out,” Marlo insisted with a grunt. “I knew him plenty well. Sure he was a bit strange. I’ll give ye that, but Jingo was always a bit of a recluse.”
“Nothing of Jingo was there. Glen knows about these stuff,” Jinx said. “I trust his judgement.”
Eh.
She wasn’t really but Jinx didn’t want to remember that day. “Did she tell you anything?”
“Who?” A troubled Marlo asked and twisted about hearing a sneaky frog croaking. Jinx groaned, reached inside her purse and got a copper coin out. She hurled it at the hidden frog and nailed its head with a loud crunching sound. The Gish walked there and picked the dead frog up with two fingers, grabbing at a wobbly hind leg.
“It’s a frog,” she stated the obvious. “If he could talk, we would’ve heard the scream.”
“Not what I was talking about,” the old adventurer grunted and Sam chuckled seeing his expression. “And ye sneak-attacked him. Dead frogs speak no tongues.”
While this sounded deep, far as sayings went, it wasn’t really.
“Yeah,” Jinx retorted with a scowl. “They just croak.”
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A monkey cackled manically from a tree and Jinx paused to listen for the jungle’s response. So close to the road leading to Jadefort the night creatures kept their distance out of self-preservation despite the traveling caravans coming and going not that frequently.
They hadn’t seen one since the other day.
It moved faster than them which was a little embarrassing.
Lithoniela heard her sneaking about in the dark under the tree but didn’t react. She left her right leg hang loose from the branch, back resting on the trunk.
“You heard me,” Jinx said looking about her.
“Heard you, saw you,” Lith murmured. “You need to resume your training.”
Jinx made a face. “Same here. And for a trained cunt, you’re loud as fuck.”
She wasn’t but Jinx was a little pissed for failing to sneak up on the Zilan.
“What do you want?”
“You are a very haughty person,” Jinx told her irked at the familiar condescending tone. “Your slave is not in the wagon.”
“What were you doing in the wagon?”
You lissome turd.
“It’s a shared thing. I put coin to purchase it,” Jinx retorted with a snarl, her neck hurting from having to stare up and seeing Lith’s leg swinging back and forth.
“No you didn’t,” Lith hissed and the leg stopped moving. “You had only three coppers.”
So?
Coin is coin.
Jinx had way more than three coppers in her purses.
Plural.
Hehe.
“Is yer arse hurting from rubbing it on the branch? Or yer not seating on yer arse, hmm?” Jinx taunted and Lithoniela’s head appeared looking down at her. Eyes glowing like an owl’s.
“You can’t rile me Gish.”
“Cut the crap. I can rile ye in me sleep,” Jinx retorted. “Moira might make a run for it. She looks sneaky.”
“You’re projecting your character on her. She won’t.”
“Because she likes being yer slave?”
“Jinx… I’m treating her fine.” Lith hissed and then jumped down landing with a slight bend of her knees right next to the Gish.
“I could have back-flipped that,” Whisper told her with a knowing grin.
“She won’t run. You know nothing of Cofol slave culture,” Lith explained.
“Girl, yer swings are all over the place and miss the stadium,” Jinx taunted. “I know more about Cofols than you’ll ever imagine.”
“From Glenavon?”
“Glen hates that upright bullshit tone just so you know,” Jinx hissed and went to step into Lith’s personal space but the Zilan extended an arm stopping her. Lukewarm palm pressed against Jinx’s forehead.
Hard.
Jinx stepped back.
“You fuck her, is that it?” She asked and Lithoniela narrowed her eyes.
“It’s none of your business.”
“Wow. You could’ve said no,” Jinx replied and gave her a once over. “Didn’t know you had an interesting side in ye Princess.”
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“Jinx you’re spoiling my time of recollection and silence,” Lith hissed through her teeth. “Stop being so curious and stay away from Moira.”
“Why? You’re with Caruso now.”
Lith groaned in frustration and stepped away from the Gish raising an arm, fingers open and extended to stop her talking.
Jinx thought she was going to get a middle finger there for a moment but Lith was too refined for that.
“Two peas in a pod,” the Zilan said, one of Lith’s favorite expressions.
Ever.
“Despite what you think, me and Glen differ on the way we think,” the Gish reminded her. “You won’t be able to fool him.”
That was a fucking reach and a half.
“No one… Jinx, I know both of you well enough,” Lithoniela told her. “What you want and how you think.”
Jinx shook her head. “Come down yer horse Princess. You are not the only one that grew up. Although I have my doubts for that, far as ye are concerned.”
“Anything else?” Lith snarled looking away.
“Who’s Aeleniel?”
Lith snapped her blue head around to glare at the smirking Gish. “You spied on us? Crawling like a little ruffian amidst the bushes—”
Her words cut short when the dead frog smacked her chest. The Zilan recoiled and grabbed the dead creature with a hand to see what it was.
“Had it on me just in case you turned into a blue cunt,” Jinx explained coolly as a disgusted Lith tossed the dead frog away. “Bet ye pissed down yer leg a bit.”
A fuming Lithoniela licked her lips slowly, a hand rubbing at the tree trunk to get some of the frog brains off.
“Aeleniel is an exiled Imperial Ranger. Faelar’s best student and Lord Sulynor’s right hand,” Lith said hoarsely.
“Man? Does she wear a cock then? Comes wit a belt attached on the hips or something?” Jinx interrupted her as she hated all that Zilan upper caste, holier than thou, bullshit with a passion. The best ranger was Maeriel by a mile for her.
“Right hand… female. Aeleniel was elevated through skill and loyalty to the late High Priestess,” Lith hissed through her teeth.
“So not only skill then. Our exiles are better than your exiles.”
“You annoy me immensely Gish. My head is hurting,” the Princess looked about ready to explode.
“It’s the sexual tension. But we can’t be together,” Jinx sneered. “I know you want me but I have a girlfriend and she’s prettier.”
Lith shook her head right and left exasperated. “It’ll be for the best if you stayed far away from her as well tomorrow. These are old people in their ways. Easily offended.”
“Right. Thank Abrakas we have your unoffended arse to keep the balance!” Jinx guffawed but the Zilan had walked away without looking back afore she could finish.
Stuck up bitch.
I’m trying to help you here.
Something is off.
I have a tingling.
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Jinx thought about returning to their camp but felt a breeze blowing through the rich foliage and tall reeds, shifting the cattails. It came and went in a bizarre manner. One moment it was whistling towards the lake’s shores and then it stopped.
The Gish moved towards Jade Lake, the fine hair on her arms standing up as if she had rubbed a woolen cloth on it. Jinx walked amidst trees and colorful greenery glowing under the two moons light. The trees ranging from bark-dropping River Birches to sickly-looking Pond Cypresses. Jade Lake’s famous greenish-yellow color now looking like a silverfish's back but reflecting enough light to defeat the dark around its shores.
The scenery magical.
Jinx followed the animal-maintained path unsure, throat irritated and breathing nearer to the waters difficult. She wiped fume-induced tears from her eyes and paused, boots half-sinking in mud and rotting reeds. Whisper grimaced, a finger scratching the area around her nostrils, a frog let out a baritone’s croak and the breeze returned.
It was like the lake breathed.
The gush created ripples on the water’s surface and pushed the tall reeds sprouting out amidst the trees away, revealing more of the naturally formed trail. At the edge of the path, under an old Cypress tree with a fat triangular base, Moira slept peacefully next to her large leather bag. The slave-girl’s skin and hair were moist, the latter looking almost blue as she was bathed in the moonlight, the wet linen tunic glued on the dips and rises of her body.
And there were many of those. At the one near the front of Moira’s hips, just over her flat belly, where the graceful arms were loosely folded, a dark-brown cottonmouth viper with pale-blotches running the length of its body had coiled.
Jinx froze tensed three meters away from the seemingly asleep Moira and the sudden wind stopped again. The viper raised its wedge-shaped head, forked tongue slithering in and out, snake eyes set on the freaked out Gish. Whisper feared Moira had been bitten already earlier and now wasn’t resting but was simply dead given the elevated toxicity of everything that lived near the Lake.
The viper hissed warningly at the small-bodied Gish, a voiceless ‘don’t do anything foolish’ threat in the snake tongue.
Jinx did it anyway. She took a nervous step forward and then prepared to dive towards the poisonous water-loving snake. Moira opened her eyes that moment, the light reflecting from the nearby lake (no more than five meters away) flashing on the large light-brown pools making them appear a pure silver. A lethargic Moira saw a comically grimacing Jinx standing two meters away and blinked unsure whether she was dreaming.
“Hey, a Gish,” she muttered hoarsely.
Then spotted or felt the viper nesting on her stomach and recoiled. She let out a half-scream half-gasp coming fully alive afore shoving the snake away with a snap of both her arms.
More annoyed than scared.
Her toss of the dangerous serpent blind.
“EUH!” Moira yelped and the snake unfolded as it flew briefly the small distance towards the ogling Gish. Jinx jerked away from the scaly body but the viper’s tail hooked on her left arm, the snake rotating mid-air and going for her face.
“ARRRGH!” Jinx screamed in panic and yanked the coiled on her arm snake back, the envenomed fangs snapping shut an inch from her jerking aside face. The Gish stumbled and went down, left arm trying to shove the viper away wrestling with its malleable body, the right getting her shortsword out. The snake trying again and again, a terrifyingly fast triple-bite combo, the head lunging forward and retracting with loud snaps. The first attempt missing Jinx’s face, the second failing to penetrate the leather vest near her collar, the still screaming-wildly Gish rolling on the mud-covered ground and the third closing in frustration on Jinx’s exposed bicep.
Setting her veins on fire.
“Ouch! Ye shrunk-arsed fucker!” A teeth-rattling Whisper cursed and hacked at the still coiled on her left arm viper with the shortsword but missed, cutting herself instead. The snake let go of her sluggish bleeding left arm (the blade wound superficial) and tried to retreat towards the lake hissing in pain, as Jinx had crashed its body while rolling about on the ground. The snarling Gish grabbed its keratinous tail to stop it in a murderous mood. The right hand armed with the shortsword returning to finish the job.
Until Moira deflected it away that is with her left hand, the right slapping the viper’s head aside.
“No,” Moira told her and a bewildered Jinx shoved her away abruptly with a grunt to dive after the retreating viper. “DON’T! She did nothing wrong!” Moira screamed like a crazy person and the Gish whipped her head around irate not believing her ears.
“Have ye lost yer blasted mind?” She snarled at the moaning Moira. The slave girl had landed on an broken branch with ‘many pointy things’ and was now rolling about in pain like Jinx had earlier but showing off more leg and skin in general.
Moira wore no underwear.
Ah. Jinx stopped feeling dizzy and drained of strength, the injured viper already swimming in the lake’s waters. She shook her heavy head right and left, made to go after the snake again out of pure spite but a determined Moira appeared in front of her somehow, standing impossibly tall and grabbed Whisper’s blade-wielding arm in a steely grip of her own.
Wow. Yer a fit girl.
“Leave it be,” Moira said changing her demanding tone mid-sentence. “Please?”
Jinx glared at the flushed comely face. “Let go of the arm,” she grunted channeling the words of Glen the Wise.
Moira raised a thin black eyebrow and then gasped when Jinx jumped her, injured left hand going for her throat, legs wrapping around the taller female’s waist. She brought them both down and a new fiercer wrestling match ensued near the Jade Lake’s shores.
Moira quickly took the upper hand as she was deceptively strong –like what in Abrakas scaly phallus- and managed to saddle the hissing Jinx breathing heavy, the tunic’s fabric losing the battle trying to keep those mounds of flesh at bay. The slave girl’s loins warming the Gish’s stomach.
It was a confusing moment.
“Do you surrender?” Moira asked coyly and Jinx touched the tip of her shortsword under the Cofol’s exposed armpit. “Oh. Gosh darn it,” Moira cursed upset. “I thought you dropped that?”
“I didn’t,” Jinx hissed hoarsely. “Get yer cunt off me stomach.”
“Oi,” Moira chuckled but didn’t look particularly embarrassed. “Such dirty tongue on you!” She gasped and added in a lower flirting voice. “Let me hear something dirtier.”
Lith yer slave is a lunatic.
“Yer fucking precious snake bit me,” a snarky Jinx reminded her. “I need to cut the wound open and empty the poison. A bucket’s worth of it. Move.”
“Ah, uhm… no need for that,” Moira said sitting back, making herself more comfortable on Jinx’s flattened stomach. The woman is heavy-boned fer sure, Jinx thought and growled warningly pressing the shortsword under the soft skin nicking her, which made Moira jerk away with a scream.
Jinx had enough of this game. “Get off of me you crazy bitch—!”
Moira slapped her cutting the words short and then managed to jump away from the Gish’s swinging blade. “You’re getting punched for that,” a scowling Jinx grunted and got up, the legs wobbly. Moira had dashed like a gazelle to her bag and was digging inside, vials clinging and bottles rattling. “What in the actual fuck are ye doing?” The Gish cursed and looked to find a tree trunk to stand, the snakebite leaking watery blood from the twin punctured holes. The accidental cut she had administered herself smarting and bleeding naught three fingers under it.
“Need to find anti-venom. I had some…” Moira murmured shifting through her heavy leather bag. “Can’t do the other thing…” She froze and looked at the scowling Jinx in alarm.
“What?” Jinx growled.
“Hmm. Nothing,” Moira said and got up to approach the slowly fainting away Gish. She knelt gracefully. “Eh. I scratched myself here when you threw me,” Moira said with a pout and showed the trifling scratch on her thigh to Jinx pulling the tunic well away. “Naughty, naughty…” Moira teased and Jinx lips split in a toothy snarl. “Drink that slowly,” the slave girl said sobering up and gave her a small old vial.
“What’s in it?”
“You know. I mean…” Moira paused to think about it. “You should? Weren’t you schooled?”
“I came straight from the Isles,” Jinx retorted a little peeved at the scrutiny. “No schools there. Been working since then but I learned on the job.”
“Mmm. It’s been a while,” Moira admitted. “Don’t let it breathe or it’ll turn to poison again,” she warned teasingly giving her a wink.
Jinx licked her lips with a numb tongue that tasted of earth. Then she brought the small uncorked vial to her mouth and poured it all inside. Moira sighed at her stubbornness and wetted an index finger in her mouth absentmindedly to then use it to clean the scratch she had showed Whisper earlier.
Most erotic thing Jinx had ever seen in her short but well-traveled life.
By a lot.
The tingling returned but it was an unsettling one in its pleasure.
“It will upset your stomach silly,” a distracted Moira cautioned her applying copious amounts of saliva on the superficial scratch.
“I will swallow it slowly,” Jinx replied hoarsely and she did, despite the yellow liquid setting her mouth and gums on fire.
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“This bag is so heaaavy!” Moira complained dragging the last word to its limits on the return to their camp. The dark inside the path through the jungle stronger under the thick canopy and the female as loud as one can be without throwing a party. “Can you carry it? Pretty please? You seem better.”
“Tis yer bag,” Jinx grunted, the taste of vomit in her throat still strong. The shoulder numb and sluggish. “That was Zilan medicine.”
“Hmm?” Moira asked following after the Gish carrying the bag on her back.
“The anti-venom.”
“Medicine is universal. Everyone knows that silly!” Moira said quickly in her bubbly manner that was fake as fuck.
Hmm.
“What else you have in there?” Jinx asked and stopped for the slow-walking female to catch up with her.
“Essentials,” Moira explained and stopped pulling at the straps to lower the bag down.
“What are you doing?” Jinx asked her peeved.
“I thought we’re making a stop?”
“The camp is two minutes away,” Jinx hissed.
“Such a long trip in the dark,” Moira said with a grin. “Let’s rest. Hear the night sing to us.”
“It’s a frog probably laying a turd.”
“All life’s creatures have voice.”
Right.
“Get the darn bag,” Jinx retorted cutting it short. “We are not stopping.”
“Aww, you’re still mad?” Moira taunted her. “I wasn’t even trying.”
“I was poisoned,” Jinx growled. “And I had the blade.”
“Little Gish is very proud,” Moira chuckled.
“Little Gish will punch ye in the tits,” Jinx warned with a scowl and then turned around to resume walking. “I can see the fire from here. Let’s go— Eargh! Gods!”
The words turning into a squeaking yelp seeing the hooded wiry kid materialize in front of her abruptly, blocking their path. Lisane’s piss! Jinx cursed jumping away, her heart beating wildly at the scare.
“Eh. Fuck. Where did you…?” Jinx stopped unable to talk, on the verge of fainting again. “Shit. Almost emptied my bowels there kid! Don’t do that!”
“Hey. Toutatis,” Moira gushed behind her. “Take the bag, it’s very heavy.”
What?
The scowling kid went to pick up the bag, which was almost as tall as him and heaved it over his back with ease.
“You were late,” he told the stretching now unburdened Moira accusingly.
“Jinx was bitten by a snake, so I had to save her silly,” she replied whilst fixing the straps of the bag on the boy.
What?
The now well-laden Toutatis nodded and then turned around to head for the camp. He paused next to the stunned, still recovering from the startle Jinx and looked at her in solemn silence.
“What do you want ye creepy little shit?” Jinx hissed through her teeth and the scarred boy pulled his upper lip back in a disconcerting grin.
“I need to buy food.” He told her. From where? We are in the middle of nowhere! “Can you spare a coin?” The boy asked.
The Gish blinked and then glared at the proudly watching the scene Moira that paused briefly to plant a kiss at the top of the boy’s hooded head afore walking away light on her feet.
What would Glen do? He handles these matters with ease, she thought and then sneaked near the one-eyed boy’s face to reply with a toothy coy grin that matched his.
And then some.
“I’m fresh out.”
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An alerted Lithoniela turned her hooded regal head, the moment they came out of the jungle to approach the large campfire built next to the parked wagon. Her eyes going from Jinx to Moira and then at the slowly following after them Toutatis. Caruso was standing next to the Princess, Sam and Marlo trying to dislodge an excited Melon from the nape of a fit tall, but hard-faced Zilan armed to the teeth and clad in hide and leather armour.
The Zilan female glanced at the approaching small group with interest, washed out blue and purple hair cut short, her long ears perking up. She had a fine longbow on her back that was carved intricately at the limbs, the pale whitish wood clearly made out of yew and adorned with silver at the designs. A more refined variant of Jinx’s own bow, closer to Maeriel’s or Lithoniela’s. For a bow enthusiast like Jinx it was a marvelous design.
The unknown Zilan visitor barely registered Jinx that was leading their group, her symmetrical face crumbling first in recognition, then a mixture of sadness and immense relief.
Jinx halted unsure and Lith’s voice broke the awkward moment just as Melon jumped down from the Zilan Ranger’s back with a loud meow.
“Aeleniel of Miridor,” Lithoniela said evenly. “This is Jinx the Monarch’s friend and Moira my slave. They can understand Imperial.”
Aeleniel bowed her head at the princess and then pressed her taut mouth closed for a moment before addressing the newcomers in heavily accented Imperial followed by Common. Her left arm extending in the traditional Imperial formal greeting that helped Jinx translate the archaically spoken though familiar starting words.
“Ana e Iliwe Sulwao,” Aeleniel said adding throatily. “The moons and the stars weep in joy.”
Jinx narrowed her eyes and replied with a short curt word.
“Hey.”
“All our songs and prayers,” Moira replied formally, as learned apparently as Sen had been in all things imperial.
“Moira, one the Muses,” a moved Aeleniel said sounding choked in a sea of emotions. “How fitting and elegant in its subtleness.”
Come on! A peeved Jinx griped inwardly seeing the two females stare in each other's eyes longingly but she got again that strange nigh unpleasant tingling down her spine. The Gish cast a side glance at the tensed Lith watching the scene as well and then the oblivious Caruso and Sam Mathews, trying to figure out what she was missing. The brief moment interrupted brusquely when Marlo landed a heavy kick on the distracted grinning cat that sent a yelping and meowing obscenities Melon soaring inside a thorny bush.
“BALDIN’ COCKSUCKIN’ RUFIAAN—!”
“Kobolds be bolting,” Marlo cursed faking surprise. “Was trying to clean me boot of all the mud,” he explained looking at the shocked Zilan and the others. “Didn’t see him there.”
“Umm,” Aeleniel hummed looking at him austerely.
“He’ll be fine. Cat is tough as nails ayup,” Marlo shrugged it off, rubbing at the back of his neck and a vexed Melon responded sounding frenzied still twisting inside the bush.
“YOU WON’T BE! YER A DEAD CUNT WALKING! BALD BITCH!”