Post by kevna on Mar 31, 2021 20:31:54 GMT -5
Siorreya - Green Amagetith
Really? The dragons tail started wagging as if she were a dog and made a few good thumps on the ground. Today? Or tomorrow? Or the next day? How about all three? Yes, mine, he can play right? He can play?
She looked at her dragon with her eyebrows up. Shards and shells what could she say? If she said no, she would have a morose dragon for the next few days. If she said yes she was stuck with the smug spawn of threadspore. She narrowed her eyes trying to figure out what she could say. Maz’ru’s comment gave her extra time to think as Amagetith turned her attention to Sio’s brother. Half-brother.
Oh, I love picking on you, but more is never a bad thing Maybe you can come one of the days. Siorreya also knew that Quilath was not her most favorite sibling, unless she had a good prank for him. So she rolled her eyes. Suddenly an idea came to her and she smiled broadly.
“Well, if Podrell can take time from his busy schedule… I don’t see why you two can’t play together tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn, while you let me sleep in.” She gave small, satisfied giggle.
She didn’t miss the hidden message in Maz’ru’s words and wanted to groan. Sharding lordling. There really wasn’t much to talk about, right? Although, speaking about Podrell might be preferable then talking about G’der. Maybe she would get out of tonight altogether and avoid any awkward conversations all together. Say their games ran long.
She watched The taller man, her brows drawn in slightly as he approached her, hands out. He didn’t look so very innocent though, in fact, it felt like he was stalking her slowly, trying not to make her jump. She leaned more heavily back into Amagetith as he got closer, realizing her mistake, she had trapped herself. What was with him trapping her constantly. She had to look up to him, which made her glare at him.
“Yes, it’s still a loss.” She said stubbornly shaking her head. She wanted to say something more, but he was suddenly so close.
“Besides, I’ve not lost yet.”
“Wha-?” She was confused, but he was bending down. It could have been his height, but it felt like eternity, watching him bend to reach her lips. Her hands came up to rest on his chest, as if to ward him off, but she didn’t push away. Some strange part of her wanted him to kiss her, if only to continue their game of course. His lips touched hers and she closed her eyes, but it was like a wake up call for her, and she stiffened, pushing him away, though he seemed ready enough to pull away. It made her even angrier.
“You played me. You let me think I had won! You spawn of threadspore, wherry-faced tunnelsnake. What do you do, oil yourself morning, noon, and night?” She pushed against his chest. Why was she really angry? Because he made her want that kiss to last a little longer? Or because he had tricked her? It didn’t matter. What mattered was the anger, and she let herself focus on it, almost out of breath. “You won’t have time to win the Lordship of Mavros with all that oiling, you’ll just watch it slip right between your fingers. No surprise there being how slick they are.” She took a few steps back until her back hit the green. She hadn’t realized how far she had pushed at him. She did realize that if she hadn’t backed away she would have pulled him in for another kiss. Shards and shells, wasn’t she supposed to be angry? She was.
It was only then she remembered Maz’ru was standing right there, she had been so focused on Podrell. She tried to ground herself. Trying to think… Her face was fire.
“Dare.” She spat. She would not let him win this game. This was her game.