Inside a tree. The forest.
"Go check, Prium."
Vulcan ordered as the knock came on the door again. That was the second time the knock would come. Prium shot her father a glare, and looked at Ayla who was reading through a scroll. She didn't let her irritation hang in the air forever. She argued,
"We have an errand girl, let her get the door."
Vulcan was raged at that and shot,
"Let this be the last time you'd call her that, Prium. She has every thing we don't and yet she's humble."
The knock came the third time. Prium scoffed and watched Ayla stand up to go get the door without uttering a word.
Prium scorned,
"I don't think she's got any choice."
Then at once, it seemed as though something just occurred to Vulcan,
"Come to t
The Next-day. The village. "Good day, mma." The man dressed in a simple black robe with a small sword tucked in his side called at the middle aged woman washing clothes opposite the lone hut. As soon as the woman raised her head, her face contoured into confusion as soon as he saw the man. She made her worries known through words, "Oh Miargos? I should had sent for you. She's not here." The woman said as she stopped washing. She sat up on the stool, looking towards the man standing few steps away from the door to the hut. She was by the side of the front of the hut to the left. She continued, "She went rogue immediately she lost her father. Your wedding with Prium is no longer a thing. I'm sorry that I gave you my words." There was concern in her face but the fellow was
The Priest's cave. "Say that again and you'll have swollen mounds for a face." The youth with a dirty bearded face spat in the floor of the cave emphasizing his irritation to what the other youth seated beside him with well-shaven face had said earlier to him. "You should behave yourself as sane before the gods else you'll have a taste of their wrath. Which I tell you, you wouldn't be able to handle." The old man seated on a mat before them and facing the mouth of the cave shot at the two youth. He seemed to be done keeping up with their unbridled tongues and constant argument. "Sorry, Myclops. This fellow is but a retard." The dirty bearded face said. Myclops, the priest was moved by that, "Uncensored! He called me by my name!" The other youth too
The same day. Tahni and her mother's hut. "You're the only one who would be believed. You should see what I'm trying to say. Don't think me stupid or drunk or crazy. If I were all above, I have my father to heal me." Tahni inspected the annoying Miargos who would not stop disturbing her about seeing her father and sister. She stopped the cloth she was weaving and looked towards the only direction which led to their hut through the south. "I don't think you're stupid, drunk or crazy. I know you're stupid, drunk and crazy. And you won't see that until I boil you in hot oil." Miargos shook his head in frustration. He was standing before Tahni who was seated on a stool and spent in her weaving invention. Of course he sure was thinking about how to make her see his point. How to convince her that he wasn't crazy or under
The Next day. A market square. "Fetch two of the pigeons. One for my son and the other for me." The woman dressed in an old white robe said to the young lady selling the pigeons. The young lady had a son of probably 6 years old stroking one of the pigeons on the head. Seemed like that was his own pet. "What do you need the two for? For sacrifice?" The young lady teased as she handed the two pigeons to the woman. The woman looked offended by the question but she said instead, "Isn't your concern only to sell? Why the questioning? By the way, Yes!" The young lady chuckled. The woman was impossible. Why nag when you know you'd answer the question eventually? "But I heard that the priest of the land was killed. Who would offer the sacrifice for you or prepare the processes?"<
Inside the tree. "We'll have to think about better plots." Ayla advised as they sat under the shade of a tree, on a wooden bench, which was few metres away from the house. That was the new form of their home in the tree. Vulcan was seated in the middle of the two ladies. That was the only way to ensure a sane conversation amongst them. Else they would lose the time to irrelevant strays and unnecessary arguments. "But we succeeded with the one we already have. Two out of three isn't bad. Is it?" Prium shot at Ayla. Vulcan didn't know who to look at at that moment. He wanted to catch the expression on the faces of the two of them at the same time. "It's quite different now? You don't know how intense things are becoming." Ayla hurled at her again. Prium didn't let that d
In the forest. "I don't think I can go on with you." The plumpy lady said, breathing heavily. Her face was already pale, and her cheeks clothed in the heat of the gnawing sky. The sun was at its peak. The branches of the trees could only but severe the ties of the unbridled rays. "But how am I supposed to get through this? How am I supposed to locate the old man in this thick forest, alone, Jimat?" Tahni complained, wielding the persuasive gaze. Though she didn't have all, but she had that compelling gaze. That gaze which makes you go out of your own way to please her. And that was the gaze which had brought the two of them that far. But would the charm's potency be enough at such face of stress? "You just have to keep going straight." The lady said, her arms supported by her knees as she stooped in we
In the forest. "Sorry I pushed you but who are you?" Tahni pleaded as she stood tall, away from the fallen trunk of the fir tree. Her hand was outstretched to help the wierd lady up, and the lady grabbed it. But as the lady grabbed her hand, there coursed a current from the lady's palm, which taunted the veins of Tahni. Tahni let go of the lady's hand, she felt drained. She fell on her back, though still conscious. The lady walked to her and offered her hand but Tahni didn't take it. The beautiful face of the lady folded into a rich smile as she said in broken accent, "Don't be feared Aynea. Aynea be friends." Tahni helped herself up as she considered the lady closely. She could make the full feature of the wierd lady out finally. But what she seemed to have a problem was the accent. And of course, the body contact.&nb
The Palace of the king. "We'd like to see the king." One of the two ladies said to the guards standing at the door of the king's castle. Her brown pupils ran through the face of the long-faced guard. "What for? The king is no flimsy man and would revere every of the minutes spent with him." The other guard picked his turn, "Plus we are now in a trying time. The king wouldn't fancy the businesses of whores." The other lady who seemed to wear the sharp stare landed a slap on the face of the warrior who had called them whores. The guard almost knocked the lady out, but the other lady grabbed the thrusted hand of the guard and bent it, twisting the spine. The fellow wrenched in pain. Suddenly the door to the palace opened immediately a