08-26-2020, 08:43 PM
Sabbath is beginning to learn that nothing good ever comes from the water. She finds herself wondering over this lesson as she watches Set wade through the river and closer to her. Oh, but he’s careful not to come straight to her. She keeps her bright green gaze trained on him just the same. His wide grin does nothing to put her mind at ease or inspire thoughts of friendliness toward him.
He fancies himself attractive and she wonders if he is. Would her sisters fawn over him if she brought him home to the jungle to show off like some prize? Perhaps, she supposes, but her mind dwells little on thoughts of love and attraction. But there is a question presented to her and she thinks on it for a while. No one came to visit Tephra who did not have business there, and certainly no hellhounds. She’s only ever heard tales of those.
“No, no one’s come to darken my doorway like that,” she says as she observes him for a while longer. “Why are you hunting someone like that?”
She takes a step back to afford more space between them. It makes her uneasy to be too close to someone she doesn’t know well, especially outside of her home. At least there she knows what faces to expect, unless a troublesome magician comes tugging her strings like an awful marionette.
“And what’s your name, if I should run into your creature or your hellhound?”
He fancies himself attractive and she wonders if he is. Would her sisters fawn over him if she brought him home to the jungle to show off like some prize? Perhaps, she supposes, but her mind dwells little on thoughts of love and attraction. But there is a question presented to her and she thinks on it for a while. No one came to visit Tephra who did not have business there, and certainly no hellhounds. She’s only ever heard tales of those.
“No, no one’s come to darken my doorway like that,” she says as she observes him for a while longer. “Why are you hunting someone like that?”
She takes a step back to afford more space between them. It makes her uneasy to be too close to someone she doesn’t know well, especially outside of her home. At least there she knows what faces to expect, unless a troublesome magician comes tugging her strings like an awful marionette.
“And what’s your name, if I should run into your creature or your hellhound?”
may my enemies live long so they can see me prosper.
sabbath