"I am very bored..." I find myself muttering as quietly as I can realistically be. Looking down at the pair of beautiful women who have been sleeping on me all night, I smile a little. Attention lapsing as I am right now, this mirror at the end of the bed is very tact in how it presents the good of my situation. But I know the real reason why they're both here.
One needs to recover from their water burns and seems to be doing alright. She's lightened up, with much of the pinkish hue having gone by now. Rose-sweerui, in the other claw, she's not doing as well. Her injuries are far deeper,deeper, with a far more haunting cause and history.
My chitters become louder.
At the very least, Rose-sweerui has not been all that fidgety in her time sleeping against and on me. Compared to our new friend who hasn't been stirring all that much since falling asleep, the aelenvari has. She's twitching, shivering at my touch if I move but a lone digit. For a time as comfortable as sleeping in bed, I've been awfully tense.
Frozen solid again and again, so I do not end up bothering Rose-sweerui. Would rather not cause a repeat of what happened the night we left her flower behind. She's keeping to her word, though. She's keeping to her word of not treating me like a monster...
My eyes shift to Einervaene's side. I'm happy she's getting better and healing up quick and well. But, I still cannot figure out if I have been able to successfully apply Futhans' commentary about magic. I've had burns in general before. They tend to be gone quickly.
Admittedly, I've never boiled my entire body like she did. There's been a few small ones over the years... I guess they're not a good thing to base a comparison on. Shouldn't be too bad to extrapolate-
A sweet, static-y yawn interrupts my pondering thoughts. Einervaene's otherwise silent stirring is broken apart with sharp breaths. Guess that means she is still feeling a bit tender. Her weight shifts about as one part's pain makes it temporarily impossible to use.
She gets up fully and I keep perfectly still. Einervaene looks around, her buxom chest swinging around without a care. Her eyes lock on my face and she's properly awake. Whatever caution existed before vanishes and she covers herself up, disturbing the comfort of the bed.
My lack of movement makes her calm down, and the view becomes delightful again. She cannot see my eyes as I still have my mask on and I make a point of keeping the chitters quiet. What a weird pair of muscles to feel on my face... She leans towards me.
Quickly closing my eye, I keep up the facade of my current fake sleep. I'm not sure how see-through my mask lenses are on her side, so better safe than sorry. Whatever the case might be, she's convinced I am asleep. As a reward for my kept up act, another nice look at her bare chest and the pair of divinely inspired coins on them.
Compared to Rose's pair of sweeteroos, Einervaene's are much more impressive. That lovely bit of extra meat is always a boon, bigger proportions in the best way possible. The way her much longer hair is able to come down and even hide them partially is a pleasant touch, too. Thank you, divine will and Mother of Einervaene, thank you for this milky skin of hers.
Though, despite that, I honestly prefer Rose-sweerui's hair when it comes to colour as its darker, more natural looking shade is nicer. Einervaene's, now that I am properly paying attention to it, is practically copper wiring in its colour. I will be wise to keep these thoughts locked up. Can't really be risking any form of bad reaction out of Rose-sweerui at this time. I really cannot.
Yet, even then, neither of them could ever match Motrtha in her sheer beauty. Or even Aahtha, actually. Despite how the latter took on the form of Iishar, of all people. I wonder if my tastes have changed since then? Random thing to be curious about, of all the things to try and pester a goddess over...
"Hard..." Einervaene cryptically mutters and I finally feel her hand pressing down on my wrapped up body. Double checking where her hand is going, I beat down my lecherous thoughts with the confirmation it's not my best friend she's on about. Gods above am I glad nothing has happened. He may be my best friend, but he's a complete softy.
Until his favourite topics come about in thought or view, then he's as hard-headed as they cum- come.
I snicker loudly.
A hard bang hits the floor, and a yelp calls out, "Ah... Shit."
Leaning up, I stare down at the wide-eyed, red-faced woman as she covers herself up. Body hairs all raised up, her breathing giving her nothing but an on-edge look. Shame about my immaturity, I was quite enjoying the sight. Even so, her well-being comes first.
Pulling myself up further, I unhook my cloak and leave it to Rose-sweerui as she softly collapses into the bed's centre. She fails to stir and snuggles up against the smell of me. Taking the chance to deprive Rose-sweerui of something, I hand the quilt properly to Einervaene. The foreign noble scowls a bit initially and turns timid.
"Th-Thank you..." she meekly squeaks, snatching the covers and wrapping herself up in them. Even now, though, her body's shape still shines on through quite spectacularly. Offering her a claw, I help her up onto her feet. Rose-sweerui makes a noise and Einervaene shuffles away abruptly.
Guess I need to press the aelenvari for some answers after she wakes up. Maybe it will be a better idea to wait for the two are separate before asking such questions. Don't want to have to worry about the two clashing while the other explains. I know firsthand how lies during a retelling can set people off, even with a third party involved.
It's a personal thing for me, especially when the biases are so flippantly worn by said third party. A man of mechanical skills and trades where there's so many things only possible to do one way. Arbitrary nonsense just does mix well with me. That's a good reminder, though. I need to mind my own preconceptions when hearing the pair out.
Einervaene's awkward shuffling catches my eye, "So..."
I sit down on the end of the bed.
"What are your plans once you meet Brewbrt? Going to go on your way?" I finish asking her.
"That was the plan, yes. I would have got what I needed from him and taken some kind of transport to Suhurlodst." Einervaene answers with a small nod.
"That still the plan?" I then ask, and her face gets red once again. If it wasn't so cute, I might have a go at her for the reaction. Well, tease her for it, anyway. It will be nice to have her, though. More company is nice, even if it's only a brief journey together.
"I don't know... I wouldn't mind... I would very much like some company as I have been very lonely since I left home." she lets out, what appears to be tears forming in her eyes. They do not flow, they just make the rims of her eyes sparkle in the morning light. Yet, even then, if there is a way I can help, I'd be glad to. I can relate all too well to the fears and concerns of being so far away from home.
"Pretty sure I asked this before, but, how about you join us two? Nothing wrong with more company. Especially as we are going to the same place, so getting some familiar faces can't hurt, right?"
"I... I don't know, Rianta-chira doesn't seem like she would like it. Maybe ask her?" Einervaene tells me and I look back to Rose, following Einervaene's gaze. I guess that explains a little what this bad blood between the pair might be. An odd thing given how enthusiastic Rose-sweerui has been to the idea in the immediate past.
Shaking my head a little, I dismiss Einervaene's worries, "She'll fold if I push her on it, don't worry. If you want to come along, you are welcome. After all, I am the one carrying her stuff and doing most of the legwork, so my say is greater, anyway."
"I guess that makes sense..." Einervaene perks up subtly at, her eyes going over to the bag's general direction. Bloody massive thing to squeeze into this place, let alone the estate's main doors. Guess it's nice I can get to stuff easier as I had to unpack it, but... That means at some point I have to repack.
"So, why are you calling her Rianta-chira? Seems like more of a mouthful." I ask, curious as to why this name is being used. I'm honestly surprised Rose so much as budged on letting Einervaene get away with it. Especially with how proud she is of being what I know she's equated to as -the- Rose'lhia of her home flower.
"It sounds more like a name from home..." Einervaene sniffles.
Ah, that makes sense. I can get that. If it wasn't for Vadei's spit finger trick as well, I would have probably gone down the same route. But, as a result of her spit in my ears and that first drink back at the mountain camp, here I am. I can understand everyone so far up to a point. Actually, I'd be utterly useless were it not for Vadei's disgusting trick.
Lost and confused with no way to understand anyone at all!
"That reminds me, I never did introduce myself, did I? Well, I am Nin. Nin being my first name and Urtuan being my last. Unlike you, my surname is nothing special." I tell her, chuckling lightly as I recall how she listed off the grand heritage of 'Bosphama.' And here is I, Nin of Urtuan, a name so meaningless I don't even know what it does mean.
"M-Might I do the same with your name?" Einervaene questions and my eyes widen a little. Is 'Nin' not simple and easy enough to pronounce on its own? Nih-nnn.
"Sure...?" I let out, brow cocking.
"Thank you! Well, it's nice to meet you, then, Nin-kischu." Einervaene goes, her expression perking up as my thoughts settle down. Guess she just wanted to give me a fancy name title.
"Kischu?" I ask, clinging to the honorific.
"An honorific for men and boys, mostly." she explains, establishing how boring it must be. But, whatever makes her comfortable and helps a little with that home sickness.
"Already have a short name. Guess it needs to be longer?" I quietly laugh out and Einervaene turns away slightly, her hand scrunching the improvised dress.
"It's a taught behaviour, sorry. Back home, they place a lot of emphasis on Us and Them for us of noble lineage. I guess it..." Einervaene clarifies, her thoughts clearly turning dark enough for a shake of the head to be needed.
"I hope one day, then, we can see each other as just Us, then." I huff, knowing a little too late how the sentence can be interpreted. My unseen smile remains unseen, but hers does not and it makes me happier. It's a sweet little thing, so positively curved. Her eyes even remind me of a baby's, large and sparkling.
In a way, it's reminding me of Undwote's shadowy hounds. Especially the smaller ones in that group of seven. I wasn't there long, but I saw how they'd get things out of the God of Death. Rush and waddle up with puffed up eyes and watch the god be brought to his breaking point. I'm pretty sure I even saw one of the larger hounds encourage a smaller one to provoke Undwote on its behalf.
The small, elongated belly one seemed to push his buttons the best. But, in a way, I can't help but have the impression it's the silly belly that did most of the influencing. Such a long thing, stretched over the ground like a hammock. On four waddling legs, stubby as they are energetic. Such an entertaining little animal.
Looking down at my exposed bandages, I am reminded of something.
"I don't suppose you brought anything with you?" I ask the foreign beauty, my attention refocusing on her. Her current attire is better than what it was when we first met. Yet it's hardly suitable for the outside. Maybe if this was an aelenvari flower, but it's not. Thankfully so.
"Only a few items. Most of what I packed when I first left home is gone." Einervaene lets out lowly and she shoots to her feet, rushing across the room. She picks up a small bag I wasn't even aware she had, and she opens it up. A sigh of relief escapes her and she shivers at the escaping worries. Must be something quite important in there.
"No fresh clothes, I take it?"
"No, Rianta-chira tore my only clothes apart before we bathed. She was... Quite forceful in an admittedly pleasurable way." Einervaene answers, flushing both our cheeks with excitement. Blinking my wide eyes away, I focus on the crime.
"You can borrow some of Rose-sweerui's. She brought plenty. She won't miss it." I explain, standing up and heading to the door so we can pop over to the bag.
"Will any of it even fit? She is smaller than me..." Einervaene asks, her eyes looking away as her face burns up again. I guess even she pays attention to these kinds of details. I huff under my breath. Looking to the still sleeping aelenvari as she snuggles more against my cloak. I click my tongue.
"You'll be fine, trust me." I insist and Einervaene nods. So much of what Rose-sweerui has is designed to be flexible around the female form. This is all going to depend on how Einervaene feels about presenting herself.