The Next day. A market square.
"Fetch two of the pigeons. One for my son and the other for me."
The woman dressed in an old white robe said to the young lady selling the pigeons. The young lady had a son of probably 6 years old stroking one of the pigeons on the head. Seemed like that was his own pet.
"What do you need the two for? For sacrifice?"
The young lady teased as she handed the two pigeons to the woman. The woman looked offended by the question but she said instead,
"Isn't your concern only to sell? Why the questioning? By the way, Yes!"
The young lady chuckled. The woman was impossible. Why nag when you know you'd answer the question eventually?
"But I heard that the priest of the land was killed. Who would offer the sacrifice for you or prepare the processes?"<
Inside the tree. "We'll have to think about better plots." Ayla advised as they sat under the shade of a tree, on a wooden bench, which was few metres away from the house. That was the new form of their home in the tree. Vulcan was seated in the middle of the two ladies. That was the only way to ensure a sane conversation amongst them. Else they would lose the time to irrelevant strays and unnecessary arguments. "But we succeeded with the one we already have. Two out of three isn't bad. Is it?" Prium shot at Ayla. Vulcan didn't know who to look at at that moment. He wanted to catch the expression on the faces of the two of them at the same time. "It's quite different now? You don't know how intense things are becoming." Ayla hurled at her again. Prium didn't let that d
In the forest. "I don't think I can go on with you." The plumpy lady said, breathing heavily. Her face was already pale, and her cheeks clothed in the heat of the gnawing sky. The sun was at its peak. The branches of the trees could only but severe the ties of the unbridled rays. "But how am I supposed to get through this? How am I supposed to locate the old man in this thick forest, alone, Jimat?" Tahni complained, wielding the persuasive gaze. Though she didn't have all, but she had that compelling gaze. That gaze which makes you go out of your own way to please her. And that was the gaze which had brought the two of them that far. But would the charm's potency be enough at such face of stress? "You just have to keep going straight." The lady said, her arms supported by her knees as she stooped in we
In the forest. "Sorry I pushed you but who are you?" Tahni pleaded as she stood tall, away from the fallen trunk of the fir tree. Her hand was outstretched to help the wierd lady up, and the lady grabbed it. But as the lady grabbed her hand, there coursed a current from the lady's palm, which taunted the veins of Tahni. Tahni let go of the lady's hand, she felt drained. She fell on her back, though still conscious. The lady walked to her and offered her hand but Tahni didn't take it. The beautiful face of the lady folded into a rich smile as she said in broken accent, "Don't be feared Aynea. Aynea be friends." Tahni helped herself up as she considered the lady closely. She could make the full feature of the wierd lady out finally. But what she seemed to have a problem was the accent. And of course, the body contact.&nb
The Palace of the king. "We'd like to see the king." One of the two ladies said to the guards standing at the door of the king's castle. Her brown pupils ran through the face of the long-faced guard. "What for? The king is no flimsy man and would revere every of the minutes spent with him." The other guard picked his turn, "Plus we are now in a trying time. The king wouldn't fancy the businesses of whores." The other lady who seemed to wear the sharp stare landed a slap on the face of the warrior who had called them whores. The guard almost knocked the lady out, but the other lady grabbed the thrusted hand of the guard and bent it, twisting the spine. The fellow wrenched in pain. Suddenly the door to the palace opened immediately a
On a path. "If you don't mind telling me, is the king having an affair with his daughter?" The young sister asked, her face keen on the guard who was on the other side of the carriage beside her at the front. They were two more guards at the back. While the King and the elder sister were in the carriage with one guard. The guard who had been asked the question was the same one who had been nice to them in the palace. The same one she had been rude and somewhat sassy to. There was every possibility that he would pick on her and seek a revenge but she was still waiting. His response should say it all. Or better still, his reaction. "And why should I reply or give you and answer?" He shot her a glare and looked back at the gaunt but throdden path. They were walking through a forest. The forest at the outs
Towards the Palace. "Who do I see?" The guard stopped talking for a while. One of two guards who were always at the gate of the castle. Those same two guards who had had a clash with the two sisters who had visited the palace earlier that day. "Not anyone presently. Used to see Taoma and Ruiti and Veilma, and Miatla and --" The first guard snapped at the fool making a list, "Would you just shut the fuck up and look towards the direction of my face?" The second guard looked towards the direction the first guard had been looking at. His jaw dropped as he muttered, "Gods be damned. Isn't that the king?" He pointed at the man dressed in blue royal apparel and was staggering towards the castle. His form was not in its full fledged yet, so they couldn
Inside the tree."When did Ayla tell you that she would arrive?"Vulcan's voice was barely high but it got to the wandering Prium who at the moment stood at the front of the portal, arms tucked into each other, wrapped over her boobs, her back to her father.Immediately, she turned and began to walk to meet Vulcan who was lying on the green lawn which was quite distant from the house now with three rooms and a living room. Each room for each of them."She didn't say. Who cares whether or not she's done with the crazy task. Who even asked her to act as the king? We all know the king is dead why go an extra mile in the name of complications?"She was almost close to him. He didn't sit up, his legs yet were spread out, his bare back to the green and his waist covered in a kinda wrapper woven from the hides of cheetahs."Why do you dislike her this much?!"He asked finally! His voice refi
Inside the tree. On a bed."Do not say a thing."Vulcan's voice authoritative, yet tampered with compassion and concern. His eyes tracing the curves of Ayla's face. She was lying on the bed.Prium was seating on one of the stools in the room to the end of the space by the entrance. She was reading indifferently from a scroll.Vulcan didn't know why she had come into Ayla's room if she knew she wasn't going to be of any help to her. The Prium lady could be some big big dick.Occasionally she would look away from the scroll up to see where on Ayla's body, Vulcan's hand was touching. You could tell even without an expertise that jealousy was her reason for being in the room.But Vulcan didn't know why she was still persistent. He had made himself clear to her several minutes ago. He wished he could send her away but that would be ridiculous. He couldn't do that. He didn't have the mind for