03-20-2010, 03:26 AM
At the slightest touch of his fingers, the sweet, gentle touch, Anaya's tail jerked away from Kartik's hand. The instant reaction came from fear. This monstrous tail had forced her to leave the warmth and safety of home, which is what she had longed for as the elf boy caressed her tail. It was a full circle of longing and fear, for what you wanted but could never have, and what you apprehended the most.
The half-breed's attention was grabbed by him as he asked a rude question. "You nitwit, don't you know that is a rude question to ask someone." After a moment a a deep breath, Anaya answered. "My mother is purely elf, I can trace her lineage all the way back to the first four elders. She's the High Priestess of Baelaeses, of Neverhurx." Anaya added the common name for her home village the laid deep within the woods.
With a grateful heart, she gladly accepted her bag back, checking that all the possession she carried within it were positioned so they would not get damaged or hurt. When her head came back up to Kartik, she noticed him shirtless, and quite handsome without that piece of clothing. Her face deepens with blush.
"That's indecent," she whispered, her voice trailing off until it gasped as her eyes found his tattoo- it wasn't hard to miss. Her hand reached out to touch the whirling, swirling ebony lines, but her hand jerked away in time as she looked downward- a big mistake. Anaya almost lost her balance off the branch, but steadied herself. "I really hate being up here," she muttered.
"What do you mean, my tail won't be hard to cover!? The folds of my cloak were able to obscure it from the view of a pinhead like you, so I don't think it will be that hard to hide it." Anaya gave back her pack dismally, it was hard, thinking Kartik would run off with it again. She took a cloth full of food and nommed on as she listening to the other half-breed. "Mer Iar!*" Anaya exclaimed with her mouth full. She swallowed what was in her mouth to speak further.
"I suggest you don't make assumptions of my life, since you know nothing about it. And what's your definition of "normal" anyway?" She asked, using air quotes on 'normal'. "I've always been different, it's never been easy."
*Mer Iar is the equivalent of the common language saying "Shut up!"
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