The stories told were grim, the only glory found within them being that the Elvaan and a hume girl saved them. The stories led the guards to seek out the duo, wanting to question them and maybe something more. All their evidence had pointed to them leaving town, but what they didn't know is that they were still within.
Cassandra and the Elvaan woman sat at a table in the local tavern, wearing dark cloaks to hide themselves. They sat relatively close togehter, listening to the stories from the women who they had saved. The women were acting in such a manner that you had never've guessed they had been utterly destroyed inside. Cassandra wanted so much to accept the praise, but her elvaan conpanion denied it to her.
"Accepting thanks never killed anyone."
Said Cassandra begrudgingly, leaning into the elvaan woman. The elvaan shook her head slightly, then smirked before speaking.
"True, but, from what hass been said, and from my understanding, they believe us to be the murderers of your husband. Personally, the idea of my head being removed with a butterfly is not appealing at all."
Cassandra looked up to her friend in Horror, the elvaan responding with a wink and a pat of assurance. Cassandra smiled then, picking up her glass and taking a sip from it.
The elvaan woman went back to reading the book that was lying on the table. Cassandra let her eyes gaze at the elvaan's creamy white skin. The elvaan's rose coloured lips moved slightly as she read. Gassandra was mesmerized until a drunk man spoke roughly.
"Either o' you ladies -hic- up fer a good time? Heh-Heh-Heh."
Cassandra turned to look at him before the elvaan woman spoke, not raising her head from its angled position for reading.
"I am quite sorry, sir, but we are currently under obligations. So, if you would choose not to mind, please excuse yourself from us. Immediately."
Only then did the elvaan woman lift her head, gazing into the drunkard's eyes. His lips curled into a grin as he grabbed Cassandra by the neck of her Cloak. She yelped, causing the elvaan to bolt to a standing position from her chair. The chair fell down behind her, a loud thunk silencing the bar. She spoke coldly, a nerve of anger threading through her voice.
"Release her, sir, or you shall pay dearly in your unwise choice of action."
The elvaan woman clenched her hands to fists, glaring at the drunkard as he laughed roaringly. A few minutes passed of her increasing anger before the drunkard spoke with laughter peaking through his words.
"Call me Rafe, spitfire, An' yer tha' only one busy. Seein' as this piece of ass in't doin' nothin'!"
Cassandra's ear piercing shriek sounded as Rafe rudely and brutishly grabbed her rear. The elvaan woman was sent over the top, her arm quickly lashed to Cassandra, pulling her from Rafe's lewd grip to a safe position behind her. Cassandra whimpered from behind the elvaan as Rafe began roaring with laughter. He grabbed the elvaan's collar, jerking her close so she could smell his putrid breath as he spoke.
"I'm gonna tell ya what ta do, Spitfire. Ya gonna step aside an' lemme at tha' girl behind you. She's mine now."
The elvaan jerked herself from his grip, shoving him back before spitting a rather sour words at him.
"Listen here, SIR, I am NOT going to do what you say, and you are NOT going to lay a hand on her, again. Unless you would rather have your arm chopped from your body with a rather blunt blade."
He laughed again, shaking his head at the elvaan.
"You know, Spitfire, e'eryone is watchin' ya may not want ta do somethin' foolish right now. Make an ass of yerself."
She unclipped the cloak, sliding it from her shoulders and dropping it onto the table, sneering rudely at the man. He reached out and backhanded the Elvaan who quickly tilted her head back, countering with a quick knee to the stomach. He doubled over, retching as the elvaan grabbed his hair, pulling his head forward to her quickly rerising knee. There was a crunch as his nose broke and he stumbled back, bleeding. He stood up straight, then, looking the elvaan straight into the eyes as blood poured easily from his nose. She sneered again, then he rushed her. She span on her heel, brinking up her foot to the side of his head, knocking him away a few feet before he crashed into the table. He was knocked out cold.
People stared for a moment, mostly at the unconscience drunk while Cassandra lifted the cloak to her Elvaan companion. The elvaan tugged it on, then threw the hood over her head, clasping the cloak shut as she picked up her book and slid it into a concealed pocket. The elvaan woman grasped Cassandra's hand and tugged her towards the exit as people flocked to Rafe's knocked out body.
The cold winds blased onto them, the weather had gotten worse whilst they were inside. Still holding Cassandra's hand, the elvaan woman half drug her across the way to the inn where they would stay the night, or until the weather got better.
When they got inside, the elvaan quickly checked out a room to Cassandra's name, and took her up stairs to the room. She quickly opened the door, half-threw Cassandra in. She slid in after, closing the door and locking it. The elvaan took the book from the pocket and removed the cloak, tossing it onto the table and striding over to the bed, lying down and beginning to read it angerly.
Cassandra watched the elvaan in half amazement before sighing and walking into the bathroom, then closing the door. She took off her cloak and lied it down over the bathtub ledge, gazing at herself in the mirrior. Cassandra undid her braid, slowly combing through it with her fingers. She sighed and picked up the scissors, gazing into her own golden eyes before quickly cutting off all her hair, so it was jaw length. She gazes back into her own eyes, tossing the cloak over the sink.
She turns from the sink, turning on the hot water and beginning to undress, slowly peeling away the plain brown dress, the white shirt undernieth, and then the rest of her undergarments. By then the bath was full, and she stepped lightly into the hot water. She pushed off the nozzle and laid back, enjoying the warmth around her.
The elvaan looked to the bathroom door as she heard the water run, then stop, raising an eyebrow sightly. She read for a few more minutes then sighed. It was no use. She sat the book down on the bedside table, sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands, rubbing her face and head with her hands. She looked again to the bathroom door, moving her lips in a silent mutter before standing up and stretching. She walked to the door, opening it and gazing onto the naked hume lying in the bathtub.
Cassandra's eyes were closed until she felt warm hands lifting her from the tub. Her arms went lazily around the elvaan woman's neck as she carried her to the sink, setting her down on the edge of the sink. Cassandra's eyes opened and she started to blush as the elvaan gazed her in the eyes, her breath running over the hume's lips as she spoke.
"I do believe... that I did perfer... your hair... when It was longer... But, It does seem... that a change was in order after this afternoon."
Cassandra shivered, her body still damp and the cold air was making her cold. She spoke with a soft, wavering voice.
"I'm sorry..."
The elvaan shakes her head, noticing that the girl was getting cold in more ways than one. She wraps her arms around the girl, holding her close as she whispers into the woman's lips.
"Don't be sorry..."
The hume went to object, but the elvaan swiftly covered the hume's mouth with her's. The hume was startled, squirming on the cold sink before relaxing and lifting her hands into the elvaan girl's hair. The elvaan held onto Cassandra for a moment longer before pulling away and gazing at the beautiful sight before her. Cassandra slowly opened her eyes and whispers a single word, a name.
"Sonama."
The elvaan tilted her head slightly, furrowing her brow before she speaks lightly.
"Who?"
Cassandra smiles, lightly pressing her lips to the elvaan's black eye before whispering to her softly.
"That's your new name... Sonama."
The elvaan mouthed her new name softly before pressing her lips to Cassandra's, mouthing the word again. Sonama's lips travel down Cassandra's throat and collar bone. Cassandra sighs lightly as Sonama's lips explore lower, continuing to mouth her name before picking up the hume as if she's nothing, carrying her to the bed before lying her down gently, smiling as she does such.
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Jacob leaned back into his red velvet chair, gazing into the fire with a glass of red wine in his hand. He took a sip before a loud knock from the study door echoed around the room. He ignored it, continuing to drink the wine, hoping that the knocker thought him to be gone.
The door creaked open and he muttered, downing the rest of the red drink, setting the ice filled glass down on the table near him. Steps lightly came toward him, Jacob didn't muster but simply waited for whomever came knocking to show themselves.
Jessika stepped next to her father's chair, draping her slender frame over it. Jacob lifted his head and smiled to his daughter. She was his eldest, nearing her 30's. Her mother was mithran, his first wife. She had bore him twins: Two female half elvaan-half mithran girls whom he named Jessika and Jen. The twins shared a mental bond, communicating through thier psychic abilities.
Jacob lifted his hand to his daughter's cheek, lightly brushing his finger tips over her soft fer. She reminded him so much of her mother, they eventually became lovers when Jessika brought good news. Her twin did most the dirty work while Jessika stayed and took care of their father.
The fire popped and he looked to Jessika, thinking of her twin who was out hunting the elvaan daughter who had fled after seeing her mother being murdered. Words slowly escaped Jacob's mouth, light and airy.
"Any news or am I to be disappointed yet again by you and your sister?"
Jessika shook her head, her eyes closed as she lightly ran her fingers over her father's lips. She spoke calmly, drifting off into her own thoughts.
"I have... good news... and... bad news..."
Jacob frowned, shifting in his chair to look to jessika. It was amazing that his daughter, as serene as she looked, had killed his wives. He waited for a moment, before getting inpatient and giving her a commanding order:
"Well, spill it out!"
Jessika opened her eyes then shook her head, sighing to her father before going on to explain her tidings.
"The good news is, we found that elvaan wench of a daughter you were looking for. Bad news is, she doesn't remember anything and we lost her when she left Drekkin's house, with his wife. Chances are good she wants to remember something, so she's probably headed in that direction."
Jacob closed his eyes, rubbing his face with his hands and sighing. he was getting to old for this. Jessika ran her fingers through her father's hair, leaning down and kissing him softly before walking off.
"Where are you going, young lady?"
Jessika smirks, looking over her shoulder to her father before speaking loudly and clearly.
"To find that Alania, and that hume that is with her. That is what you desire, right, father? Or have I been mistaken all this time?"
Jacob sighed, waving his hand dismissively at Jessika. She quickly left, closing the doors behind her as Jacob graoned. He really was getting to old for this.