The Qilin dragging their wagon had freed itself from its reins, and left them stranded in the middle of an open field. Zi'lara, sick and weak, from exhausting all his Arcane energy slept in the carriage. Bi'ranna sat beside him, gawking at Alexandra in disbelief, as she did her stretches. "It's rude to stare." "I'm more trying to...comprehend, what I'm looking at." "Never seen a princess before?" "I've seen princesses before. You're not one of them." "You're talking about those dainty little twigs, that couldn't fight to save their lives." "Well, I mean...Princesses shouldn't be fighting. They sit and tell others what to do." "Not me. I can't stand sitting around doing nothing."Bi'ranna looked around confused at the carriage she currently sat in. "I'm sorry. But what exactly have you been doing for the last few days?" "Sometimes I can. Besides, I wasn't doing nothing. I was having pleasant conversations with Zi'lara. How is he doing?"
She turned to Zi'lara shivering and curled into a foetal position. "Still looks like dog shit." Alexandra bounced on her toes, relaxing her muscles. "What are you doing?" "I'm getting us to our destination." "Huh?" She watched confused as Alexandra hoisted the wagon like a rickshaw. "Save your strength! Do you know how long this trip is?" "Have you ever crossed the desert to Artaraxus?" "....no....." "Well I have. Trust me. I'll get us there." She said turning around with a smile. Bi'ranna covered Zi'lara with a blanket, and hopped out into the front of the carriage. "Ho-how are you doing that? This entire thing has to weigh over 200 kilos." She shrugged. "I trained every day." "With what? Were you carrying boulders every day?" "Kinda. I trained every day with Deiridium weapons and armour." "You can carry that?" "Of course. My brothers all wielded weapons of Deiridium. I need to be able to do the same."
"Ah huh..." "Besides, not all of us are lucky enough to be clad and wield mythril." "I mean, I didn't ask for any of this." "You fight very well, but if you had more muscles, you would have killed that so called prince." "Not all of us are lucky enough, to have plenty of food to grow on." Alexandra nodded. "Fair enough." After few moments of silence, Bi'ranna broke out into a giggle. "Something funny?" "I was just thinking, that my sister would never believe, what's been happening to me. Fought a high prince. I'm riding with a princess. I'm clad in pure mythril." "Sister? I was under the impression, you Elves did not care for the multitude of siblings you have." "Some of us had family." "What was her name?" "Ul'lanna." Alexandra stopped turning back to look at her. "The..." "The traitor. Yes, that's her." "I'm surprised you still care for her. What is that saying, your commanders are always saying? Are you showing weakness." "I'll always care for her, like she does for me." "You would be betray your kingdom, for your family?" "In a heartbeat." Alexandra smiled at Bi'ranna lifting the wagon again. "I'm starting to like you." "You're a weird princess." "You're a weird Elf." The two smirked at each other.
Setting up camp as the sun disappeared under the horizon. Zi'lara was carried out of the wagon, barely able to keep his eyes open. Alexandra let him rest over her lap. She gently caressed and stroked his head. Bi'ranna sat across them eating jerky, with a disgusted look across her face. "Is there something disgusting about me?" "Not you, but your interest in him." "Why? He's very smart and sweet." "But...but look at him. He's a twig. I thought you hated dainty twigs." "Dainty twig women. But a sweet man like this, is hard to come by." Bi'ranna shrugged. "Alright, but there's a million more where he came from, coming up from Kal'nar." "And what would be your type?" She looked Alexandra up and down. "Umm....you with shorter hair and a cock between your legs." "Then you're in luck. Every soldier in Artaraxus looks like that."
Bi'ranna cocked an eyebrow, with a devilishly smile. "Really now? Are they...would they be interested..." "In a woman like yourself? You have a vagina, that's all they care about." "Interesting." She reeled back stroking her chin. "Although, I'm very confused on why you would want a bo...man like Zi'lara. I mean don't all mages have a body like him?" Alexandra rolled her eyes letting out a sigh. "Sadly, the only people who take the route of Magic in Artaraxus, are shunned for being physically inept. What I would have given to have more men like him." "Okay, but aren't you scared that you'll...break him?" "I'll be gentle with him. Besides, aren't you scared of being broken by one of those big men?" "I mean, there's no such thing as a soft fuck right?" "I believe, I'm petting a soft fuck right now." She said cracking a smile. Bi'ranna spat breaking out into a laugh.
Setting Zi'lara inside the carriage. The two laid on top, gazing at the stars together. "What will you do after you finish this mission?" Alexandra asked. "Find my sister, sell this sword and armour. Live like a princess in a dainty little place, and die in a burly man's embrace." Alexandra gagged. Bi'ranna nudged her, the two snickering. "You would honestly sell pure Mythril to live a dainty life?" "I'd sell any piece of my body to escape fighting this war." "Well, if you so desperately want to live such a boring life. When we reach Artaraxus, sell me the Mythril, and I'll ask my father and mother to give you land and all the men you want." Bi'ranna sat up. "Really!?" She sat up as well. "Of course. That amount of Mythril could buy you a sizeable piece of our kingdom." "I get to be a princess?" She said, her eyes shining brighter than the stars above.
"Would you also help me find my sister?" "I think a lot of people are already doing that. Shouldn't you be worried for her safety?" "Not at all. My sister is amazing. I know she's okay, and I'll find her." "If you say so. I'll help what I can." Bi'ranna laid back down. "What about you? What will you do, when you come back?" "Eugh...probably, marry some powerful knight, and have his children. Then walk around the castles aimlessly, till he wants to have sex with me." "I'm sorry, but why did you groan for that again?" "Because, there hasn't been a man to best me in combat yet." She sat up, grabbing Bi'ranna's hand placing it onto her left breast. She went bright red. "What are you doing!?" She squealed. "Feel that scar?" "I'm feeling a lot of uncomfortable right now!" she hissed. "Here!" She said moving her hand. Bi'ranna felt a small ridge right over her heart. "You were stabbed?"
"Yes." "Why didn't you get it healed by a Blessed?" "Because I wanted to keep it." "Okay, I get it. Can I have my hand back now?" "Oh." She said releasing her. "Sorry." "So...who gave you the scar?" "This very small man. No larger than Zi'lara. He was an Islander of all people." "He's a long way from home." "I had never seen anyone fight like him. Every motion and action he took, left a trail of destruction behind him." Bi'ranna scrunched her face confused. "It was mesmerizing." "I thought you were into weak frail men." "I never said that. Zi'lara may not be able to hold a sword, but his mind is strong, just like that man." "What did he do? Why did he give you a scar?" "I do not know, what he was doing, but every time he did an action. A brilliant flash of Magenta would fill the air, followed by a wave a destruction." She sat up clearly enthralled by this man.
"I thought I could over power him. So I dove in for a tackle. With a single finger he shattered my Deiridium suit, and pierced my heart." "You didn't die in that, brilliant flash of purple?" "No, he spared me. Told me to keep training." "What happened to him?" "He just...he just disappeared. My father and mother scoured the entire kingdom looking for him. "They would have said I made him up, but they could not deny the destruction he left behind." "And you're fascinated in this man, who nearly killed you...why?" "Because, what a level of power to reach. I doubt even Encara could reach such a level of power. I mean doesn't fighting a strong opponent excite you?" She looked at Alexandra askance. "No." She said shaking her head. "Spending my days sweating and being sticky is the last thing I want." "But being sweaty and sticky with a strong man is okay?" "That's different." "How? I mean both involve handling a shaft." She said with a smirk. Bi'ranna snickered nudging her. "You are without a doubt the weirdest princess, I've ever met." "How many princess have you met?" "Just you."
Zi'lara threw his head out the carriage window, throwing up. The two rolled over, looking over the railing. "How you doing Zi?" Bi'ranna asked. He weakly held up his thumb, before letting out another torrent of bile. "Have you ever used all your Arcane energy before?" Alexandra asked. "I'm not stupid enough to do it like that, and try doing some Magnum Opus, without practicing it." Zi'lara slunk back inside. "Think he'll be okay?" Alexandra asked. "Yeah, he'll be fine. He just needs some milk and he'll bounce right back." "Where are we gonna get milk?" Bi'ranna turned to Alexandra, glancing down at her chest. She went red. "What? I don't have any milk!" she exclaimed clutching her chest. "I think the act of trying will get him through it." "I don't think-" "Oh my Vasha! Alexandra! Why are you dancing naked?" Zi'lara weakly pulled himself out the carriage window, clawing at the roof railing to climb up. Bi'ranna gave Alexandra a smug smile. "Why don't you give him 'milk' then?" "I'm not interested in the twig." She said shoving Zi'lara back inside. "I'm not doing that, with you around." "Why not? You're acting like you've never had...."
She trailed off, seeing Alexandra slide off the roof. "Ohohoho, for all your bravado. You're still a woman scared to get pierced." "Shut up!" She snapped. "Now, I see why, you're interested in twigs. Working your way up to the logs?" "I said shut up!" Alexandra was beet red sitting in the front of the carriage. Bi'ranna laid on her stomach, hanging off the edge behind her. "Starting gentle is a good idea. Wouldn't want to anything to...break." Alexandra snatched Bi'ranna dragging her under her bulging bulking pit. She let out a muffled scream, thrashing in her grip. "Alright, I'm a virgin! I get it!" "MMMMMM!" "I've tried, but seeing those men. They scare me." "MMM!MMM!" She slapped her chiselled stone arms, desperately trying to catch a breath. "I mean how do you-" Bi'ranna pulled her head free gasping for air. "GAH! It was a joke!" "Sorry. Forget my strength around people." Bi'ranna shrugged at her, rubbing her throat. "Iunno, everyone just slides in and out of the breeders. Just let him do that." "Wait...You haven't either?" "Nope. Nothing to be ashamed of. Actually amongst us Elven women, it's an honour to keep your virginity past 18." "What about being 30?" She asked wincing. "Zi'lara wake up you have a job!"