She let out a nervous breath. "so much for that."
"Yes, really loved the aaahhhh, hello, my name is Mikoto Misaka, height 178 cm or five foot ten, breast size, not as big as my mother's… damn her… I am a Taurus and…."
"Will you shut up? I did not sound like that!" Mikoto growled, "why aren't you slurring your words?"
Cause?
"Not going there," Mikoto rolled her eyes.
"Oh pleeeease, yoooou might have well as…."little misaka giggled drunkenly.
"oh please, you might have well as… blah, blah, blah…." Mikoto growled, walked over, and plopped down on the blanket. She sniffed, smelling wildflowers and freshly cut wood. It was her scent, or maybe theirs. Aya and Gullah were sitting next to each other. Large wooden cups filled with the golden sweet elixir and plates of fruits and meat. Reaching in and picking a few pieces up and eating them. Aya looked over with her head tilted, a little concerned. "I think everything went well. Why do you look so…."
"It's nothing… just thought I should have…" she shrugged.
Gullah poked a small piece of grilled something. Something white, gelatinous, took a bite, chewed, and held the slender stick out, and Aya inhaled it. She grinned, her lips glistening and smacking with each bite.
"Don't tell me that's… bug?" Mikoto narrowed her eyes, quickly sniffing. "Pretty sure that's…." little misaka nodded knowingly. "Freeeeeshleee killed bug, oh mighty hunter you." She burped. Referring to what the king had said earlier.
Aya turned her head, eyes opened wide, and opened her mouth, "yummmm…." she said.
"Someone's drunk?!" Little misaka laughed.
Aya closed her mouth, swallowed, and bellowed out a laugh.
"Oooooh yeeeea," little misaka took another drink, "we are on our way.! Party!"
Mikoto rolled her eyes as Aya's face blushed a bright red. Picking up a slender stick and poked a piece of bright yellow what she hoped was fruit.
Her eyes popped, "talk about sweet." She chewed, "mango, maybe?"
"Look who it is?" Aya waved. "welcome!" she yelled.
Nya was coming towards them without her horns. The nubs left looked to have been sanded down to appear roundish.
She was wearing a sheer version of black hanging over her right shoulder, wrapping around her waist and falling to her ankles. The material hung loosely around her upper body. The shadow of the material barely hid her breasts and well-toned abs. With each step, a flash of her legs up to her thighs. A single piece of leather carrying polished green stones wrapped around her ankles and wrists.
Walking by her side was a tall, well-toned male with ram horns, wearing bright colored feathers intertwined with his long hair with muted earthy toned colors sarong wrapped around his waist.
"Ooookay," little misaka whispered, "I am ooooofficially jealouuus. She looks delicious. And I don't mean that in the sense of devouring her…. I am talking breathtaking. Is this the same… Nya who casually dealt with our little problem earlier?"
"I am pretty sure you are right." She casually answered. "She would fit right in with the wolves." She thought.
"You always cleaned up well," Aya said as she wrapped her in a hug. "Little sister." Kissed her cheeks. She gently ran her finger along the heavy line of charcoal black across her temples and eyes.
"Is is she gooooing for the racccccoooon look?" Little misaka asked, "looks good." she gasped, "What?! Little sister?"
A true…or" Mikoto cocked her head, looking for similarities.
Nya smiled, pulling away from Aya. "I see someone has become talkative. More than usual." She narrowed her eyes, "and how much has she drank? " looking over at Gullah. She blushed, hiding the cup behind her back. "Noooot muuuch?" She covered her mouth, a laugh squeezing between her fingers.
"That much?" Nya rolled her eyes.
"I'mmm finnne." Aya stuck out her chest, biting her lips. Nya reached around and took the cup for Gullah. With a shake of her head, sighed heavily and took a drink. "ooooohhhhhhh, sister, why did you break out the…."
"The goooood stufffff!" Aya yelled, punching the air like a cheerleader.
She handed the drink back, putting her hand on the chest of the young male. "you should be careful…" she said, looking at Mikoto as she leaned closer. "She can get wild, and trouble breaks out." With her lips colored the same heavy charcoal black, she leaned even closer, whispering in Mikoto's ear. "Beware, the young male has his eyes on you. And he is not used to being told no. Those who are mated, promised, and honored guests are off-limits. But that doesn't mean much. Especially with the young males egging him on."
Mikoto slowly nodded, listening. Nya's scent was distracting. She smelled like honey and lavender, burning wood on a cold winter's morning. Her heat, strength, and confidence rolled over her in waves. Mikoto could sense it, feel it. Nya was the serious one of the two. Sisters, she could see it now. The two of them smelled much alike.
She pulled back, her hand still on the male's chest, her black fingernails slipping over his skin, leaving a faint trail of broken skin.
"True…" she said with a smile, "same mother, different male." Looking up at the male, she whispered in his ear. he grinned. Mikoto blushed, hearing the private words between them.
"Taaaalk abooout forward." Little misaka sighed, "sometimes I hate being able to hear private conversations like that." Mikoto whispered.
"Gotta admit.". Little misaka laughed. "They're definitely sisters."
" True…" Mikoto spoke, watching Nya and the young male walking away.
They were heading out from the gathering and stopped, putting her hand on the small of his back, kissing him, and slipping into the jungle.
She looked across the empty space at the broken pieces of the wood pile. A young male dressed in feathered garb ran across, carrying a torch. He stopped and tossed it. Landing tumbling inside the stack. Smoldering, smoking, and then burst to life. Everyone cheered. Their voices curling and rising in a dance between wind and smoke, the flames stretching higher behind them.
It smelled of home. The bright flames lit up their faces, flickering over the trees and glimmering across the waters. The warmth caressing her skin, glowing in her eyes. Mikoto put her arms behind her, leaning back. She took a drink and sighed.