She gave into Aaralon's advice, not wanting to turn up missing and scare the poor... boy. Was he a man? Sometimes he acted so immature around her.
"He is kinda cute though," she admitted, "And he didn't really had restraint not to go all out and fuck me back there when I was vunerable," she mused, weakly smiling.
Deyna wethered the way back and redressed when she reached the end. She looked pitiful covered in dust and ash, smelling like shit, but she ignored it. She was beginning to return when she heard Aaralon call out her name.
"Deyna! Where are youuuuu?" he dragged it out like some idiot with a speech impediment. She slapped her head with her open palm in disgust.
"Oh great now I've got a hand print of dirt on my forehead, thanks Aaralon," she mentally sighed.
Deyna was about to respond to his call when she froze in place. Something was behind him and about to wrap its long arms around him!
A brief thought entered her mind before the initial fear set in, "Why is it I can see him in this dark cave? Don't tell me it's already morning outside!"
"Aaralon! There's someone behind you! Watch out!" she finally knew what it was like to feel true fear as a freezing fire burned her spine. |