Chapter 10: Hard To Confess
Later during the day the two in hands, reached to the house with Isle by their side, clomping slowly as he stopped to eat along the way. Tristen couldn't believe he announced his feelings for her like that. After all they only knew each other in so little time and already his head felt like it was rushing in circles every time he touched her. The two didn't say a word as Nazia cut her eyes across and glimpsed at his appearance. Though she didn't know how to feel Tristen's emotions her face turned flush red as he saw her look on. Tristen in return smiled back at her.
Entering the house, the two filled up the darkness pretty quick. Nazia started lighting the candles as she walked into the rooms, followed close by; Tristen never saw the other ends of the house. Seeing a bundle of candles huddled around two photos surrounded by burnt out essences.
"What's that?" he asks, walking up to the photo's, Nazia sees this and rushes in front of Tristen with her arms wide out and her face stern.
"Don't!!"
"I'm just curious, that's all."
Nazia slowly places her arms down so slowly and turns around to the memorial shrine she did for her parents.
"This is where I come and talk to my mum and dad..."
"Wow! This is what a shrine looks like? I've never seen one before."
He says out of question, seeing Nazia kneeling down to the photos and lighting the candy scented essences. Her inviting behaviour makes Tristen also kneel down and join her. Feeling intrigued somehow he watches her every movement and smelling the candy smoke that filled up around the room.
"Why does this place smell like food all of a sudden?"
He asked, that once reminded him of the sweet smell that whiffed up through the air. Nazia looked back at him, with her hands on her lap that were tucked in.
"It helps me think." she said, feeling as though she had someone to share this quiet moment with, Nazia grabbed the two photos off the shelf and handed them to him. "That's my mum." she announced, pointing at the woman's lively face. Her eyes full of hope, knowing she wouldn't be the one to die from assassination. Tristen looked at the photo, rubbing his hands along the rough edges. He too noticed the dynamic vision her mum was.
"Hey! She looks like you!"
"That's when she was a teenager. She lived like me, only..." she hesitated to finish. Tristen heard this and looked up at her.
"She what?" he could tell she wasn't exactly the one to talk to openly. "I'm not going to tell anyone. You can tell me."
Nazia cut her glance to Tristen. "My mum...she was an outcast like me. She lived on her own ever since she began to laugh."
"Huh? Laugh? What's so wrong with laughing?"
"Laughing is against the law. It was set because some of us fairies can cause earthquakes with it, and my mum was one of them. Only hers caused a plague to every 500 meters. Once she began to laugh, was as young as one. She and her parents moved out here for the rest of their life, in isolation until my mum met my dad."
"Your dad's a fairy too though. If your mum lived as an outcast then isn't it against the law for your kind to see them again?" This made Nazia anticipated looking up at her dad's photo. His young stern face, looking nothing so animated like her mum. His beard bristle and stiff, his eyes dark and bold. Though at times her dad was kind hearted she knew deep down he was strict and hard going.
"My dad didn't live in Lottus village. He worked all his life as a servant to a dark king. Dad said he ran away because the king was planning to attack us fairies and he went off to warn them, but once he saw my mum he thought she was the only fairy left. After a while they moved back to Lottus to get married, but mum wasn't allowed so he used his royalty skills and bribed them."
"Your dad sounds like mine!" Smirked Tristen.
"Is that why you came around here?" Nazia said, realising this is the most she's spoken in a long time, especially to a male.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Did you get lost, to find someone?"
"You mean, you think I'm doing exactly what your father did?" Nazia nodded her head, this of course made the young prince laugh hysterically.
"It's true. I did get lost, but I was hunting." He paused, seeking to know why she thought he would do such imitation, but her expression wondered to confusion. Not knowing what he meant by hunting. "...for sport." he added, already judging by the tilted face expression, with narrowed eyes that she didn't get it.
"Hunting...hunting..." she pondered, whispering to herself. Thinking back from the meaning. "So you do kill!!" she gasped. Remembering Tanya had mentioned of her previous trips through the forest, where huntsmen blood shed the innocent to feed. Nazia stood up, he could tell by the look in her eyes of despised anger, that he chosen the wrong words and immediately got up, grabbing her hand he spoke re-assuring.
"Listen. We are not barbaric! We treat our sport very seriously, and if anything we kill our own species." Roughly, Nazia tugged her hands away facing her back on to him. Her face flushed as she folded her arms, gazing to the ground. She could sense the tension she had brought between the two. But then again, who would want to be friends with a hunter, who felt the need to kill for fun? Tristen's patient eyes wondered to the photo of her mother and picked it up, then it struck him.
"If you think I'm a killer, then come back to the palace with me." he bluntly said, giving Nazia her photo.
"Huh? What's that?" she turned around, striking up to his widen gaze, repossessing the photo off him and placing it near her father's photo.
"A palace is a huge building... like your home, only much bigger and land stretched as big as your garden you were in when I met you." Tristen's voice sunk in the background as she stared at her nurtures. "Soooo, do you want to come with me?" She hesitated in response.
"Nazia?"
Creeping towards the window she peered out to see the lake and saw Isle, boozing water down by the lakeside, he saw her. Lifting his head to wink at her by the corner of his eye. Nazia smiled grimly at him and turned back to Tristen and nodded. He wondered what had made her smile all of a sudden, but a nodding sign was good enough for him. He waited as she blew down the fiery odour of strong candy that stood between her parents. He wasn't sure what made him feel so energetic or aroused. Biting his bottom lip, patiently waiting for her. He couldn't take it, he had to have her touch. Wildly, Tristen jerked her forearm and pulled her towards him. He could flavour the essence of candy smoke at its last wither through the air.
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Isle halted just outside the door. His head held to the sky. Tristen stepped out still, holding Nazia's arm, but let go as they stood in front of the white horse. The brown-leathered saddle lay sturdy up high on his back. Nazia just stood there, in her red robe she threw on herself before coming outside. Her bare feet, twitched to the movement of the horse and Tristen's love to his companion.
"Come over here." he commanded, holding out his hand for her to touch.
"But I don't know how to control him."
"Don't worry, we're riding together." Nazia's left hand linked out to him, gathering her robe from her stomach with the other hand. His petite smile towards her, leeching his grip. He pulled her closer to his chest, where nothing the two did but seize each other's embrace. Her candy room scent left its trademark to her body and his body. Tristen nudged his head up on her shoulders, breathing towards her chest.
"I don't understand it." he hummed. He could feel her head looking up slowly.
"What?"
"Is this how a love is meant to be? Is it meant to make me feel this way..." he was shy to say it, but he loved her. He's face shut into her body.
"Nazia...I love you..." straight away, her face was burning. Her humid aroma, rubbed against his cheek. His courage lead him to wrap his arms around her stomach, to touch her right hand that lay shaking among the robe cloth. Was she nervous to have such physical touch?
"To love someone, means to love one only?"
"I don't care if you're a fairy. I'd know I'd make a commitment to have and to love you only." They whispered. Thrusting, he put Nazia up saddle in front. He saddled up behind, holding the reins and holding her by his elbow muscle. Nazia felt venerable, his secure firmness made her feel drowsy and knelt her head to his arm, while holding onto the saddle's end.
Later during the day the two in hands, reached to the house with Isle by their side, clomping slowly as he stopped to eat along the way. Tristen couldn't believe he announced his feelings for her like that. After all they only knew each other in so little time and already his head felt like it was rushing in circles every time he touched her. The two didn't say a word as Nazia cut her eyes across and glimpsed at his appearance. Though she didn't know how to feel Tristen's emotions her face turned flush red as he saw her look on. Tristen in return smiled back at her.
Entering the house, the two filled up the darkness pretty quick. Nazia started lighting the candles as she walked into the rooms, followed close by; Tristen never saw the other ends of the house. Seeing a bundle of candles huddled around two photos surrounded by burnt out essences.
"What's that?" he asks, walking up to the photo's, Nazia sees this and rushes in front of Tristen with her arms wide out and her face stern.
"Don't!!"
"I'm just curious, that's all."
Nazia slowly places her arms down so slowly and turns around to the memorial shrine she did for her parents.
"This is where I come and talk to my mum and dad..."
"Wow! This is what a shrine looks like? I've never seen one before."
He says out of question, seeing Nazia kneeling down to the photos and lighting the candy scented essences. Her inviting behaviour makes Tristen also kneel down and join her. Feeling intrigued somehow he watches her every movement and smelling the candy smoke that filled up around the room.
"Why does this place smell like food all of a sudden?"
He asked, that once reminded him of the sweet smell that whiffed up through the air. Nazia looked back at him, with her hands on her lap that were tucked in.
"It helps me think." she said, feeling as though she had someone to share this quiet moment with, Nazia grabbed the two photos off the shelf and handed them to him. "That's my mum." she announced, pointing at the woman's lively face. Her eyes full of hope, knowing she wouldn't be the one to die from assassination. Tristen looked at the photo, rubbing his hands along the rough edges. He too noticed the dynamic vision her mum was.
"Hey! She looks like you!"
"That's when she was a teenager. She lived like me, only..." she hesitated to finish. Tristen heard this and looked up at her.
"She what?" he could tell she wasn't exactly the one to talk to openly. "I'm not going to tell anyone. You can tell me."
Nazia cut her glance to Tristen. "My mum...she was an outcast like me. She lived on her own ever since she began to laugh."
"Huh? Laugh? What's so wrong with laughing?"
"Laughing is against the law. It was set because some of us fairies can cause earthquakes with it, and my mum was one of them. Only hers caused a plague to every 500 meters. Once she began to laugh, was as young as one. She and her parents moved out here for the rest of their life, in isolation until my mum met my dad."
"Your dad's a fairy too though. If your mum lived as an outcast then isn't it against the law for your kind to see them again?" This made Nazia anticipated looking up at her dad's photo. His young stern face, looking nothing so animated like her mum. His beard bristle and stiff, his eyes dark and bold. Though at times her dad was kind hearted she knew deep down he was strict and hard going.
"My dad didn't live in Lottus village. He worked all his life as a servant to a dark king. Dad said he ran away because the king was planning to attack us fairies and he went off to warn them, but once he saw my mum he thought she was the only fairy left. After a while they moved back to Lottus to get married, but mum wasn't allowed so he used his royalty skills and bribed them."
"Your dad sounds like mine!" Smirked Tristen.
"Is that why you came around here?" Nazia said, realising this is the most she's spoken in a long time, especially to a male.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Did you get lost, to find someone?"
"You mean, you think I'm doing exactly what your father did?" Nazia nodded her head, this of course made the young prince laugh hysterically.
"It's true. I did get lost, but I was hunting." He paused, seeking to know why she thought he would do such imitation, but her expression wondered to confusion. Not knowing what he meant by hunting. "...for sport." he added, already judging by the tilted face expression, with narrowed eyes that she didn't get it.
"Hunting...hunting..." she pondered, whispering to herself. Thinking back from the meaning. "So you do kill!!" she gasped. Remembering Tanya had mentioned of her previous trips through the forest, where huntsmen blood shed the innocent to feed. Nazia stood up, he could tell by the look in her eyes of despised anger, that he chosen the wrong words and immediately got up, grabbing her hand he spoke re-assuring.
"Listen. We are not barbaric! We treat our sport very seriously, and if anything we kill our own species." Roughly, Nazia tugged her hands away facing her back on to him. Her face flushed as she folded her arms, gazing to the ground. She could sense the tension she had brought between the two. But then again, who would want to be friends with a hunter, who felt the need to kill for fun? Tristen's patient eyes wondered to the photo of her mother and picked it up, then it struck him.
"If you think I'm a killer, then come back to the palace with me." he bluntly said, giving Nazia her photo.
"Huh? What's that?" she turned around, striking up to his widen gaze, repossessing the photo off him and placing it near her father's photo.
"A palace is a huge building... like your home, only much bigger and land stretched as big as your garden you were in when I met you." Tristen's voice sunk in the background as she stared at her nurtures. "Soooo, do you want to come with me?" She hesitated in response.
"Nazia?"
Creeping towards the window she peered out to see the lake and saw Isle, boozing water down by the lakeside, he saw her. Lifting his head to wink at her by the corner of his eye. Nazia smiled grimly at him and turned back to Tristen and nodded. He wondered what had made her smile all of a sudden, but a nodding sign was good enough for him. He waited as she blew down the fiery odour of strong candy that stood between her parents. He wasn't sure what made him feel so energetic or aroused. Biting his bottom lip, patiently waiting for her. He couldn't take it, he had to have her touch. Wildly, Tristen jerked her forearm and pulled her towards him. He could flavour the essence of candy smoke at its last wither through the air.
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Isle halted just outside the door. His head held to the sky. Tristen stepped out still, holding Nazia's arm, but let go as they stood in front of the white horse. The brown-leathered saddle lay sturdy up high on his back. Nazia just stood there, in her red robe she threw on herself before coming outside. Her bare feet, twitched to the movement of the horse and Tristen's love to his companion.
"Come over here." he commanded, holding out his hand for her to touch.
"But I don't know how to control him."
"Don't worry, we're riding together." Nazia's left hand linked out to him, gathering her robe from her stomach with the other hand. His petite smile towards her, leeching his grip. He pulled her closer to his chest, where nothing the two did but seize each other's embrace. Her candy room scent left its trademark to her body and his body. Tristen nudged his head up on her shoulders, breathing towards her chest.
"I don't understand it." he hummed. He could feel her head looking up slowly.
"What?"
"Is this how a love is meant to be? Is it meant to make me feel this way..." he was shy to say it, but he loved her. He's face shut into her body.
"Nazia...I love you..." straight away, her face was burning. Her humid aroma, rubbed against his cheek. His courage lead him to wrap his arms around her stomach, to touch her right hand that lay shaking among the robe cloth. Was she nervous to have such physical touch?
"To love someone, means to love one only?"
"I don't care if you're a fairy. I'd know I'd make a commitment to have and to love you only." They whispered. Thrusting, he put Nazia up saddle in front. He saddled up behind, holding the reins and holding her by his elbow muscle. Nazia felt venerable, his secure firmness made her feel drowsy and knelt her head to his arm, while holding onto the saddle's end.