"Where arr wi?" It took roughly half a bell for the undead mage to spit out the white fabric from her mouth before her hazy eyes panned over the place the elf had brought her too.
"I'm not sure but it's better than the surface," Iris replied. Upon hearing her reply Kia's eyes widened while a feeling of fear and betrayal hit the elf. "Did I say something wrong?"
"..." The undead girl's eyes rescanned everything around her before ending on Iris. Her soul-piercing gaze hovered on the confused elf for an unnaturally long moment. "Are you going to lock me underground, again?" Her slurred voice ranged inside Iris's head with greater fear than ever before.
"Of course not, this was the only shelter I stumble upon," Iris responded unsure if the girl was in shock seeing how she had never imprisoned the girl anywhere. Maybe the girl saw her tall figure as a cyclop? “You’re tired can you manage to pull out the white fabric from your inventory?” The girl hung on Iris’s every word, her teary eyes continued to gaze at her with burning anger but her body relaxed and her hand moved by itself.
The noise of fabric fluttering sounded close to Iris’s ears. She caught the rolled-up tent with her foot, balancing carefully on one leg before kicking it forward. Finding a small alcove in the larger tunnel Iris bent over and slowly let go of her wounded mistress. The pale fingers tightened their hold on the risen’s white shirt, not permitting Iris to straighten her body back up. While still glaring at her, Kia’s strength quickly faded causing her arms to loosely fall to her sides.
After ensuring the undead will not fall over, Iris picked up the roll of reasonably thick waterproof fabric and undid the leather straps tied at each end, letting the cloth unfurl onto the rocky ground. She folded the tent twice while kicking any loose rock under her feet away. With one move of her hands, the white cloth fell onto the ground like a bed sheet falling perfectly onto a bed while leaving no folds or imperfections. Still, the elf kneeled and dusted off Kia’s primitive bed she made before grabbing the unwilling mage who groaned loudly in discontent but her body seemed to think of the elf differently as it latched onto the useless elf’s sturdy frame.
Iris slowly laid the petite girl onto her side unfortunately causing her to cry in pain.
As Iris tried to stand up again, the necromancer clutched onto Iris's clothes and hung onto her. She pressed her head against the elf's chest closed her eyes and then when her mind was already somewhere else she whispered sleepily. “Is Ibis safe, at least?”
“Iris is safe and would be glad if you are too.” The elf replied starting at the large burn mark on the left side of the girl’s face which slowly healed in small almost unnoticeable pulses.
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“Good, she worries too much.” A sweet purr tickled Iris’s ear. “Before you came in, it was fun.” A stupid smile appeared on Kia’s face the elf often saw on Utrecht’s face amid battle. “You feel like Soft,” The sleep-purring kitten said as she nestled herself deeper between elven breasts. “But I will kill youuu...” The undead unconsciously murmured before falling silent.
Instead of a righteous smite or a fireball hitting Iris a wave of cold washed over her in erratic patterns which teased her body with long periods of absence before saturating her entire body completely with the pleasurable feeling.
“Little battle dummy.” Iris brushed away the silky black hair from the petite girl’s smiling face. Even when the living porcelain doll was burned heavily and her face was stained with tears she still managed to remain the most beautiful being the well-travelled elf had ever laid her eyes upon.
The loyal risen felt her mistress’s power slowly pull her mind into the dark and peaceful recesses of her mind. She was fully aware of her critical weakness to the soothing cold welcoming her for a night and she used her remaining mental strength to wrap her hand around Kia, ensuring that the weight of her arm didn't caused her pain. Dark tendrils swiftly began to tug on her legs before cuddling her in their cold embrace and pulling her consciousness into the depths below.
Iris was welcomed back to Niuran with perfect silence interrupted only by soft breathing. She felt her face being pressed against something remarkably soft. The elf opened her eyes only to see that darkness still shrouded her sight. She tried to lift her head but felt pushback accompanied by a territorial purr.
The once-alive elf started to feel a long-forgotten sensation spread around her body originating from her chest. Instead of feeling cold or hot the feeling created a fuzzy sensation of a soft blanket covering her body. It reminded her of the time when she was little... very little, and her mother would lay in bed with her, waiting for her to go to sleep. She must have been a little monster to put to sleep as memories of her demanding stories or lullabies from her mother until late in the night resurfaced.
The risen stayed perfectly still offering a prayer to her mother whose face she couldn't remember before, with an unwilling heart she tried to free herself from the safety of Kia's grasp, like a young Pikevice trying its best to sneak out of its nest.
The girl planted her chin on top of Iris’s head, pushing the elf further into her body. As much as the undead hoplite relished in the girl’s protecting touch, her mind was reprimanding her for not being the one keeping vigil over the sleeping girl. Resting her head back on the cold undead's humble chest, a weird desire resealed with her for control.
"Mother." A childish giggle, Iris didn't recognize echoed in the darkness.
The elf listened closely to the darkness with renewed focus before she realised the strange giggle came from her. Her mind began to quietly beseech her to submit herself to the girl and to please her at every turn but she pushed the strange thoughts back from where they crawled from, seeing them as tricks of some bored divine. It was not like she wouldn't try her hardest to make Kia as happy and safe as she could but the thoughts felt like bugs crawling up just underneath her skin to invade her thoughts. The risen wrapped her arm around the girl, suspecting she must have experienced worse examples of having her own mind taken over by something, making her mind a foreigner in her own body, back in Firmusa.
Iris didn't feel like her petite creator was fit of being called "Mother" by her. Unlike her true mother, the girl lacked a certain feeling of being a wall for the elf to be able to take respite no matter the circumstances. The ghost-like girl made the undead elf feel similar yet infinitely different. A much warmer feeling which she, unfortunately, lacked the words to name it.
"That's a lie." Iris whispered to herself, a similarly stupid smile to the one the battle maniac on top of her wore, appeared on her face as her hand gingerly travelled toward her black hair and gently brushed the delicate blue flower gifted to her by Kia.
Abiding by her soul's pleas, Iris listened carefully for any signs of danger while her body relaxed in her mistress soft body while letting the quiet purrs of a certain kitten to tickle her ear without interruptions.