"THANKS! BUT I'M NOT HUNGRY..."
Yilas shouted back, she was more than reluctant to get close to Zassar since the incident they had the day before.
Yilas and Mohsen were having dinner together when Zassar invited himself to join them in their tent. Not only did he made up excuses to stay longer, but he was also caught by Mohsen trying to switch Yilas's drink with some questionable power. After that Mohsen cusses him out but somehow he found them again, wearing a silly smile on his face like nothing had ever happened.
"DON'T BE TOUGH ON YOURSELF, COME GET SOME REST! I KNOW MOHSEN IS WORKING YOU TO DEATH!"
"Tsk!" Mohsen rolled his eyes and tongue, he thought if it wasn't for Madam Mame personally asked him to train Yilas, he wouldn't have been stuck in this mess.
"Don't treat her so roughly, Mohsen, look how frail she is. The heat might kill her..." Zassar flicked his chin toward Yilas, she looked like a fur brown ball under her cloak in a hot sunny day. Zassar was amazed at how persistent the female was with concealing herself, even when the sun was hot enough to cook any plants on the face of the dessert, she refused to let go of the thick coat.
Mohsen also looked to Yilas way, half of her skinny white arms were poking out of the coat, contrasting the deep brown color of the fur. Under the burning heat, she appeared as if she could pass out at any minute due to heat stroke.
Mohsen's stomach churned a little, somehow he feel uneasy thinking about it. A voice in his head keep repeating the scenario, occupying his thoughts with anxiousness. He couldn't help but to call Yilas over.
"Yilas! Come back here!" Mohsen called for Yilas, she was surprised and hesitated but ended up walking toward the two anyway. She figured that if she didn't go, Mohsen would personally move her and lectured her until her ears fell out.
Once Yilas was only few steps away, Zassar immediately came running and grabbed her hand. Pressing her pinky palm on his cheek likes lover yearning for affection.
"Look how warm your hands are, come on, take off that thick cloak." Zassar reached out his hand to lifted Yilas's hood. She unconsciously yanked her body back, instantly got out of Zassar's grab.
"W-what are you doing?"
"What does it look like? I'm trying to help you cool down." Looking down on the tiny miserable creature in front of him, Zassar only wanted to help. But he couldn't deny he wanted to see Yilas face again.
"No, no need..."
Under the shade, Mohsen was growing more and more annoyed. The intimate act didn't sit well with Mohsen, he grumpily stood up and walked between the two, slapping the hand of the dirty horse.
"I called her back here not for you to..."
Mohsen didn't finish his sentence, he instantly caught himself acting like a jealous spouse. Zassar and Yilas also noticed the sudden pause, four eyes were opened wide, expecting Mohsen to complete what he wanted to say.
"Ehem..." Mohsen's eats turn red a little, he faked the coughing to change the subject. "Yilas, stood under that tree and practice. Zassar, sit down at the boulder over there."
Mohsen pointed at a big all the way across the field, from where they were standing, the 3 meter boulder looked as if it was a pepper seed. Chuckled a little, Zassar thought Mohsen must be joking.
"Seriously master general? That is the furtherest away you can get on this field." Zassar felt mistreated, he had only wanted to get to know his future female. However, Mohsen didn't seem to catch on with the idea.
Pulling Mohsen by the neck to the side, Zassar had no difficult getting them some wine space, leaving Yilas there standing like a deer in headlights.
"Mohsen, what are you doing? You are ruining my chances..."
Once they were far enough, Zassar whispered lightly to Mohsen, his long bushy eyebrows closed together like one thick line under his bright forehead.
Mohsen shook the arm of the stinky beast-man next to him off, he fixed his clothes and stood straight before answering in a calm manner.
"First of all, you never had a chance to begin with. Second, all your trickery is seen through already, none of it will work on her." Mohsen murmured the last part "At least learn to read the room."
As soon as Mohsen was finished, Zassar pulled him closer again, even this time Mohsen couldn't shake him off. He must admit, comparing pure strength, he was no competitor to the horse beast.
"Hey, you might have seen it but she hasn't, maybe she will he moved by my sincere feelings."
"If you were sincere, you wouldn't have put that aphrodisiac fruit in her drink." Mohsen grunted, he was still holding grudges for the beast-man action the night before.
"Alright, I admitted. Last night I was desperate, that is why I had to try it. But once she sleeps with me, she gained herself a capable spouse that could protect her in the upcoming ceremony."
Mohsen's face turned pale a little, how did Zassar learn about Yilas's identity, he thought. But if the horse beast decided to spread this information, it would only mean trouble for them.
"And I will be out of your hair, forever, isn't it a win-win?" Zassar slyly smirked, the dirty glimpse in his eyes made Mohsen felt disgusted. The only one that gained the most, would be Zassar if he succeeded.
Mohsen was thinking about an gentle answer to let down the beast so that he wouldn't spread around the news when he heard a whinny noise coming from behind. It sounded like a dying cat that was barely audible.
"Teach-Teacher... my-my stomach... don't feel too good."
The two beast-man immediately turned to the noise to see Yilas had lifted her cloak, her face was bright red like a drunk and her hands covering her stomach. In a blink of an eye, they had rushed to her side, Mohsen was checking Yilas's temperature and pulses.
"She's over heating..." Mohsen could hear Yilas's heartbeat rising, her body temperature was striking higher than normal. The two grown man got sweaty just by looking at the female in pain.