z-The Morrigan Posted October 1, 2011 Share Posted October 1, 2011 One week after Jungle Storms Preparing for a trip to the Primal Lands had always been simple for Morri before, but this time, she was taking Ein. It meant that she couldn’t just take Tahir and herself. She knew that Ein was no wilting flower, but he wasn’t used to roughing it like she was. Fortunately, she’d been thinking about this for a long time and she had made plans: a sleeping bag made of natural materials and lacing instead zippers, a couple of hand-carved wooden utensils, plates, glasses and bowls for eating and a few other tools, carefully considered and made for this trip. Morri was grinning as she slung her leather roll of equipment onto her shoulder. Tahir watched her, bemused at her obvious delight. When she hurried out of her room, the lion padded silently after her, his tail tip flicking with little shivers of amusement. As had become her habit, she measured her pace so that he could keep up; it was a bit of a sore point between them. During their two fights, it had been thrown in each other’s face. But when they weren’t angry at each other, it was just one of the things they had to work around for their friendship. As Morri walked, her eufiber shifted from the tank top and camo pants she wore about the palace into a rough hewn garment of buckskin. The shirt was more like a half-shirt, two squares of cloth laced up the sides over her shoulders and under her arms; the skirt was two rectangles that laced tight over her hips. Flashes of dark skin peeked from between the pieces of dun cloth in a display that forced men and women in her path to mentally chant, She’s the King’s daughter. Morri bounced into Einherjar’s bedroom, her excitement palatable. “Are you ready?” she asked, ignoring the scent of sex and the woman who had slipped out only a short time before. She was an expert in ignoring the scent of sex around her guardian; it had been a survival trait in her youth and was just old habit by now. Not even the bath he’d had could hide it from her sharp nose. “Or are you going to make me wait?” she added with a teasing smirk, hopping up to kneel gracefully on one of his chairs. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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