4th Cylus 718
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She grinned and shrugged. "I dunno, depends on 'ow fond of me you are, I suppose," her grin was wicked and her eyes shone with unspoken words. "It isn't feminine or masculine, no. So, yeah, I'm yours the way you're mine. Qy'akot means 'clan of the heart', but I usually jus' think of you, or call you qau'ma. Means heart, love, all that nonsense." She shrugged. He should be Creede, she agreed. It was who he was and besides, when he was really irritating her, she used his full name. That last bit she delivered with a grin, mostly since it wasn't at all true. She used his full name when she felt like it.
It was nice, that interlude kneeling together and looking at the tracks and it was as close to normal as the biqaj had gotten in quite some time. Still, they got up and they moved and there, after the mini rush of animals was the biggest aye-aye Vega had ever put eyes on. His arrows, her sword, they hurt it, certainly. But what they didn't do was actually stop it and that was just rude as far as Vega was concerned. She bit back a yelled warning as it charged at Arlo, not least because she didn't want to draw his attention. In this circumstance, that might be fatal.
Quick as a flash, Arlo grinned at her and said that he'd be right back and Vega watched in equal parts horror and admiration as he jumped off the edge, taking the aye aye over the side with him. "Damnit, you..." She ran and jumped forward, a stream of Rakahi pouring from her as she did, landing on the ground laying flat on her stomach as she carefully edged forward and grabbed him by the arms. She was cautious, not wanting to force his fingers off the edge or make it more difficult for him. Her head appeared over the cliff and she looked down at him with concern, relief, fury, delight and a hundred other emotions on her face. She didn't say anything, though, just concentrated on getting him up.
Vega was strong, much stronger than she looked when she was resting and she dug her heels into the ground and pulled him, dragging him up until the pair of them were laying on the ground, side by side in the snow. Where she proceeded to punch him. "Moseke's hairy armpit, Arlo, wot were you thinkin? What if it broke off, or somethin'? You're a mad man!" She couldn't hide the grin of undisguised admiration on her face. He was a risk taker at the best of times, but that was something else. Before she did anything else she kissed him, unconcerned by the climate or the location.
But then, suddenly, she stopped and pulled back, looking at him in dismay as the sudden realisation hit. "Knickers, Arlo, that thing 'ad my sword in it, you dweeb!" The colour of her eyes, the expression on her face told him she was teasing. "We can get it on the way back down. You injured anywhere?." If he wasn't she gave him a nudge to get him up and asked, "so, do you wanna carry on, now that your cunning plan to divest me of my weapon 'as worked?" If he didn't want her to burst into flame, she said, he should have just told her so.
It was nice, that interlude kneeling together and looking at the tracks and it was as close to normal as the biqaj had gotten in quite some time. Still, they got up and they moved and there, after the mini rush of animals was the biggest aye-aye Vega had ever put eyes on. His arrows, her sword, they hurt it, certainly. But what they didn't do was actually stop it and that was just rude as far as Vega was concerned. She bit back a yelled warning as it charged at Arlo, not least because she didn't want to draw his attention. In this circumstance, that might be fatal.
Quick as a flash, Arlo grinned at her and said that he'd be right back and Vega watched in equal parts horror and admiration as he jumped off the edge, taking the aye aye over the side with him. "Damnit, you..." She ran and jumped forward, a stream of Rakahi pouring from her as she did, landing on the ground laying flat on her stomach as she carefully edged forward and grabbed him by the arms. She was cautious, not wanting to force his fingers off the edge or make it more difficult for him. Her head appeared over the cliff and she looked down at him with concern, relief, fury, delight and a hundred other emotions on her face. She didn't say anything, though, just concentrated on getting him up.
Vega was strong, much stronger than she looked when she was resting and she dug her heels into the ground and pulled him, dragging him up until the pair of them were laying on the ground, side by side in the snow. Where she proceeded to punch him. "Moseke's hairy armpit, Arlo, wot were you thinkin? What if it broke off, or somethin'? You're a mad man!" She couldn't hide the grin of undisguised admiration on her face. He was a risk taker at the best of times, but that was something else. Before she did anything else she kissed him, unconcerned by the climate or the location.
But then, suddenly, she stopped and pulled back, looking at him in dismay as the sudden realisation hit. "Knickers, Arlo, that thing 'ad my sword in it, you dweeb!" The colour of her eyes, the expression on her face told him she was teasing. "We can get it on the way back down. You injured anywhere?." If he wasn't she gave him a nudge to get him up and asked, "so, do you wanna carry on, now that your cunning plan to divest me of my weapon 'as worked?" If he didn't want her to burst into flame, she said, he should have just told her so.
Well done both of you.