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Chapter List
- 1-As if, I loved her
- 2-Morning after
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As if, I loved her�
Chapter Two

Disclaimer: Neverwinter Nights 2 and MOTB do not belong to
me and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all. It belongs to
Wizards of the Coast and Obsidian Entertainment.
A/N: Sequel to a fic I have posted at FF.N, where the PC has
an unrequited relationship with Shandra. This story takes place in MOTB, and
explores the potential for a relationship between a female PC and Safiya
because of the whole �mask� aspect.
Warnings: Spoilers for all of NWN2, and MOTB.
Pairings: PC/Safiya, Gann/Kaelyn

The Veil
Theatre was deathly quiet as I found my robes, neatly washed and hanging to dry
on a stand. My fingers ran over the places that had been damaged; I was pleased
and bemused to find them carefully mended (without disrupting the enchantments
woven within.) Yasha�s armor and weapons were nearby, also carefully repaired,
cleaned and oiled while there were minor repairs done to the rest of the
building. She had to have been desperate to stay awake to have done so much, or
I had been out far longer than she had told me.
I glanced
down at her simple, functional leather armor. My fingers tingled slightly as I
brushed over its brown polish. Plain it might be, it was well enchanted, and I
think with it on nothing short of a dragon could burn her. It was the same
armor she had been wearing when we met� which had been sliced down the middle,
revealing the ugly wound with its uneven stitching.
I frowned.
She had called a name, seeing me� one of her companions. She had been defensive
after that, and I had to admit it left me annoyed. Of course, considering that
she had been yanked thousands of leagues away, from people she cared about, and
being rescued by some stranger in red�
I shivered,
a little. I had no idea what my mother was sending me into, and I had
originally thought it to be some kind of fetch and carry quest. I had gotten
callous towards death� but now, the memory of Yasha lying there in a pool of
her own blood, desperately struggling against the spells that bound her, made
me uneasy. There were few creatures in this world that I cared about, most of
them created by my own hand. I had never seen one bleed.
On
reviewing that memory, I held back an absurd giggle. My first impression of her
had been of a tall, muscular creature with blond hair. I had a brief,
lascivious moment of enjoyment� My mother�s instructions seemed less trying,
until I had knelt to see the feminine body more fully. After that, I had to
fight my disappointment, because it had just never occurred to me that I might find her attractive beyond the
aesthetic. I hadn�t imagined finding someone I wanted� Which was what made this
situation all the more complicated.
Had she
slept in my presence since we had met? Not while I was awake, surely. I was glad she had finally decided to rest. I
objected more to her initial rudeness than her distrust. If she had just come
from some terrible battle, and was mortally wounded� I furrowed my brow.
How,
exactly, had she survived? There were divine evocations and potions that could
save a person on death�s door, but the wound she had when we met was different
than that. It hadn�t actually healed
until she had done that� destruction� of the wolf-spirit. Something had sustained her.
Another
question was about what to do now. There was no question that we needed to
proceed. Yet the how was the problem. Lienna was my only contact within the
city; my homunculi were destroyed, with Kaji as my only stable resource. I
certainly could not have called on my fellow Red Wizards for aid, even before
this. There was little else we could do right now than try to find out all we
could about the Barrow and see if that turned up more leads�
The soft
radiance spilling off Yasha�s golden cloak caught my eye. While most of her
items were well made and enchanted, they were meant to appear common. This
cloak, however� it was anything but. It drew the eye, shining faintly in the
dim light of the Veil, with its bright white star on the back. The sign tickled
my memory as I touched it, feeling its enchantments. They were strong, if not
quite up to my own caliber.
I searched
my memory of Neverwinter, before recognition dawned. It was the cloak of one of
Neverwinter�s Knights, one of the higher nobility. It was not an inherited
rank, but one bestowed by the Lord of the City- currently a man named Nasher.
It meshed well with what else I had deduced, and the story she had told me of
her village. Yet it must have been an extraordinary circumstance for her to
have gotten this, considering that most Knights had to go through years of page
and squire training in order to earn this prestige. While she could be
courteous she had far too many rough edges for her to have gone through that rigorous mental polishing.
A country
bumpkin with a Knight�s cloak and unadorned armor powerful enough to give a
dragon pause� I tapped my cheek thoughtfully. She seemed to be fully of
surprises� and I enjoyed working on puzzles. This relationship� if I wanted to
call it that� was looking to be quite interesting�
I eventually took that bath, lost
in thought most of the time, but I did notice that the soap seemed familiar. I
had no idea why- it was scented with something that certainly wasn�t native to
Thay- but my instincts told me to try it. I did like the scent, but it was so�
unscientific. Yet there was no reason not to, especially when the other choice
was clearly meant for a man, and I did not enjoy the prospects of smelling like
some kind of wood. The oddity of the soap acted to distract me for several
minutes, but after that, I went back to pondering our predicament.
Getting out
of the city would probably make the most sense. With my mother gone, and Lienna
dead, there was no reason for us to remain. The problem would be finding answers to this riddle, because no one
living had them, and I certainly had no clues. It was a question I continued to
ponder, as I got out of the cooling water to dress in my newly mended robe. Not
my original robe, which would have made the townsfolk attack me on sight, but
the Skin of Shadow. It was much more effective than my disguise, if somewhat
more musty. Well� not anymore.
It felt
strange to have my own hands empty for so long, and after I took my bath, I
went to see if there was anything in the building to read. What I found made my
raise my eyebrows in amusement, but I shouldn�t have been surprised. Plays and
�literature,� even some romantic ballads lined Lienna�s shelves. My fingers ran
over the titles, none of them calling out to me. I had rarely read for pleasure
growing up, and the idea of being interested in something so banal� I closed my
eyes and picked one at random before going back to where Yasha slept.
My options
were admittedly few, and beyond getting some rest and sneaking out of the city
there just wasn�t anything else to do. The voices seemed� fewer. I really
didn�t know, but I felt like I was on my own, for the first time. And the lone
voice that remained�
I closed my
eyes briefly, before focusing back on Yasha. Her face was thin- it seemed to be
getting thinner even as I watched. Threads of silver were visible� and I could
have sworn they hadn�t been there earlier.
So many
mysteries to ponder� Tentatively I reached out to stroke her hair, and smiled a
bit at the strange sensation. Yasha, at least, was a mystery I might enjoy.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I should
have realized it would not be so easy to sneak out of the city- or that any of
my plans on this journey- would go correctly. I was thwarted as soon as we had
stepped outside of the Veil, as we were surrounded by the Witches, not quite
looking for blood but certainly not being cooperative. I was told, quite
quickly, to hold my tongue, and I did. The head witch obviously knew I was a
Red Wizard, despite my disguise. What happened after that was a short, ugly
discussion about an army after our blood, with precious few resources for
stopping him.
Then the
witches disappeared, leaving us on the stoop of the Veil Theatre.
Yasha stood
there for several moments, face still while she thought. Her hands seemed to
fascinate her, weaponless, gloveless and cupped as if they held the secrets of
all. Turning them over, confusion spread over her face.
�They want
me to� they want me to,� her confusion turned to chuckles. �They want me to fight a god?� Her chuckles became louder, turning into true guffaws. I
opened my mouth to ask her what was so funny, when I noticed the hysteria
leaking through. Her lips curled back as she laughed, tears running down her
cheeks as she continued to laugh, words stumbling through when she could manage.
�Why not?
What next? I mean� I mean it�s not like I haven�t had to do this before, right? Right? Fighting ancient
spirits and� and,� her knees collapsed, dumping her on the steps before I sank
next to her, grabbing her shoulder in surprise. �Who knows? I mean�maybe I�ll
wake up someplace else� like� like Icewind Dale, and� gods, what then? Jump
into bed with a troll next? What was all of it for?� Her voice dropped to a whisper. �If they�re not here��
I frowned;
I had been compared to many things, but a troll was not one of them. But I want
to curse myself for not catching this sooner, because I should have noticed
that she was on the verge of this. Not that I had many indications, as she had acted fine�
Of course,
it wasn�t in my nature to fall into
lust with a person either. Of course, I at least willingly left my home. I
hadn�t suffered a catastrophic injury, woken up in a spirit infested barrow,
and� I sighed. .
�Yasha?�
Did I have any idea how to deal with a hysterical person? Or a grieving one? She
had held me while I mourned my mother, but� I didn�t have the time to let her
grieve. We had to act, and this was not helping. �Yasha!� I needed to get her
attention.
�Why do
they keep asking me to do this?�
�Because
who else would?� I asked, exasperated. Without any ideas- I grabbed her
ponytail and yanked.
It worked.
For whatever reason, it got her attention back on me, and I tugged again.
�Yasha, we
do not have time for this,� I said quietly. �The bear god is as stubborn as he
is colorful, and he won�t go away. If there was a way for us to sneak out I
would suggest that, but there isn�t anywhere else to go.�
She was
thinking again, and that was the point, even as she groped for a kerchief. She
mopped her face, breathing harshly as she calmed down. �It doesn�t bother you
that the spirit army is here for us?� Her cheeks and eyes were red, but she was
no longer paralyzed by grief.
�No.� She
tilted her head away from me, frowning, as I answered. �The Rashemi live in
fear, of the spirits, the elements, and starvation. They don�t want to
understand the forces of the land, they wish to stay afraid.�
I didn�t
really expect a reasoned response, but I got one. Exhaling, Yasha chuckled.
�And you still have no survival skills.� Her voice was hoarse, but she sounded
better. �The Rashemi do understand
the forces of the land and how to live in harmony with them. It is a basic
skill of rangers. Watch the native species of an area that eats what you eat.
They will lead you to food. The same applies here. Successful creatures must
live with the land. The alternative
leads to your destruction.�
I paused.
Did I really have answer for that? �What you would call living with the land, I
would call supplication. But I see your point. Are you feeling better?�
She nodded,
before blowing her nose. �Yes. Just, it seemed so ironic� first, in
Neverwinter, now here� never mind. It was homesickness. Thank you.� She paused,
before turning away in embarrassment. I
tentatively brushed my fingers over her blotchy face. At least I knew that she
was not averse to using her common sense and experience to counter my arguments.
Life might have been boring if she listened to me all the time.
�And- and
sorry about that. Being alive has been more than a shock, and a bit like a
nightmare. It hit me all at once� and it feels like a mirror of how I got here.� Her explanation didn�t
exactly placate me. She had still implied that what had happened between us was
not something normal� and it left me feeling like I was hanging in the wind.
Now I realized why I had restricted myself to professionals.
But I
didn�t want to just� just let it go.
I couldn�t, not yet.
�I suppose
you�ll be leaving now?�
The words
came out of the blue, and I turned to her, aghast. �Why? We still haven�t found
any answers about your predicament. Don�t you want me here anymore?� I stepped
in close- without thinking about it I had placed both hands on her shoulders.
Not something I would have normally done, but � We hadn�t touched, or even come
to some kind of conclusion, since that, um, interlude. And I wanted us to.
Yasha shook
her head, and took my hands in hers, off her shoulders. It was not fair that she had such an advantage
when it came to� Did she have some kind of beguilement spell that involved the
hands? I hadn�t ever gone to jelly before when someone touched me there�
It caused
me to stop, at any rate, and Yasha quirked her lips. �I didn�t mean that. I
meant that you have trouble back at your school, and your mother is in danger.
I would miss you, but I would
understand if you needed to go.�
I felt my
face heat up, and shook my head. �My mother� whatever has happened there has
already happened, and there is nothing I can do to help her. If I continue on
with you, I would be carrying out� But, that�s not true.�
She tilted
her head to the side, and I straightened my shoulders to look her in the eye.
�I�m here now because I want to be. Using my mother for an excuse would be a
poor way to honor her memory, and I want to see this to the end. I want to find
out what happened to you.� I looked down to where she was holding my hands, and
twisted them around until they were in mine. They were much larger, and I could
barely get my hands around them. �There are very few people in this world that
I can trust, and one of them mildly defies the definition of �person�.� I
smiled up at her, feeling shy. Was this what some of those silly romances were
talking about, when you liked someone? I was too intelligent for butterflies� But
she had said she would miss me. Miss me,
not the physical side of this. All of this emotion was making me giddy.
Kaji
squawked in the background, and Yasha smiled at me, nearly as shy. A real
smile� somehow that made me unreasonably happy.
�I will stand by your side until this mystery is solved, and we find out
what happened to you.�
I got to my
feet, as the ranger did the same- before she leaned down and inhaled. �Are you
wearing perfume?�
The utterly
unexpected and completely off-topic question threw me. �What?�
�You smell�
very familiar��
She leaned
in, and inhaled. �It�s very nice�� Her eyes were hazy, before shaking it off.
�I�m sorry- I had the strangest sense of d�j� vu. At any rate- I�m glad you�re
still here. I�ve lost so many people� I�d hate to lose you as well.� I nearly
asked, but prying was not something
an intelligent Red Wizard did, at least not in conversation. That was what we
had informants for.
We still
hadn�t talked about what had happened earlier, between us, but I found myself
smiling as she gently kissed my hand.
�You had
better not be thinking that I need protection,� I warned, despite the smile on
my face. �You have a chivalrous streak that tries to get the better of you.�
Yasha
snorted. �Only when you face brambles. You are possibly the most brilliant
person I have ever met,� she said, baldly honest and without any attempt to
flatter. She was quite different from any of the people I had grown up
with� �But you are, dear Safiya, a
hopeless cook.�
I coughed,
remembering our rather interesting trip to Mulsantir, which had involved Yasha
showing me exactly how little I knew
about survival- and how much I depended on my magic. I let the matter drop.
�You have
more information on the locals than I,� Yasha began, gracefully changing the
subject. �But I believe our first task should be finding Whitefeather and
getting more information on Okku- from the local perspective. We cannot avoid
this confrontation, which means we need to prepare ourselves as best we can.
That means equipment, and recruitment.� She frowned. �I salvaged a lot of the
loot off the Thayans, so we can potentially bribe people. That means bazaar
first, Whitefeather second, then the prison. Do you have any objections?�
I lifted an
eyebrow, wondering when I had lost control of the situation. Yasha had, simply
with expectation, taken leadership of our small group away from me. �You seem
to have experience with this kind of thing.�
�More than
I would like to admit. I mentioned that army of walking dead, didn�t I? Along
with the fact that� I�ve fought extremely old and powerful creatures before.�
She furrowed her eyebrows, looking off at something that I hadn�t noticed yet.
�Yes, but
not-�
I stopped,
mid-sentence, as two half-celestials approached us. They were more interested
in Yasha than me, but that wasn�t a problem. I was left to examine them at my
leisure.
Half-celestials,
like alu-fiends, rarely stayed on the Prime Material Plane. The fact that they
were here, and asking for help, was mightily strange. Not the strangest thing
to happen to me in the last few days� but still strange. I had already realized
Yasha would not say no; it was part of her personality to help others. I would
usually consider such a person to be hopelessly na�ve� but I had already
learned that she was not quite as simple as she seemed.
They
proposed a trade, and Yasha accepted. I thought it made sense, because we would
effectively be doubling our numbers. They walked away, and Yasha grimaced.
�Forgive me
if I�m awkward. I�ve been traveling with the same group of people for about a
year. We came to know each other well, our strengths and weaknesses.� She gave
me a sideways glance. �It is strange, getting to know new companions.�
That would
explain why she so easily assumed command away from me, but if I was right
about her Knighthood, then it would be something she was accustomed to. �And
you cared a great deal for your old ones.� I wasn�t asking a question.
�How could
I not?� She looked at me, and gave me a half-shrug. I smiled in answer; it
wasn�t something I had any experience with.
We
continued on to the bazaar.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
�Go on,� Gann
purred, looking both of us. His tone made my eyebrow twitch. �My �benefactor.��
Our trip to
the prison had begun fruitlessly, after we had made our supply stops at the
Witches� Temple.
The temple wasn�t hard to find, especially since it was the highest place in
the city, which they had obviously told us about. What was interesting about
the city was that Yasha seemed to find it� comfortable. This was hardly the
most cosmopolitan city in the realms, and Yasha had come from one of the
wealthier ones. As a ranger, its country airiness set her at ease, more than it
could a Thayan.
Sheva
greeted us, along with her two acolytes, both of them cringing away. Amusing,
but beyond getting a few rumors and making Yasha mutter and frown about long
stories never ending well, our only
boon were supplies.
Yasha was a
follower of the Forest Queen, and that entitled her to better prices when it
came to shopping for goods. That turned out to be a major boon- there was a
spectacular scimitar there. With a little extra tweaking from myself, I could
turn it into a weapon that even a bear god would fear. I relished in the
challenge, as crafting was my joy, even as we made our way down to the prison.
There, after two rejections, we found Gann-of-Dreams.
I didn�t feel in the least bit
threatened by him, even when he started to openly flirt with Yasha. She
casually bantered in return, taking amusement in his outrageous ego. She
sarcastically replied that she would restrain herself, and I snorted quietly to
myself: this man obviously believed that all women would throw themselves at a
pretty face.
I let them
keep talking; my eyes were more drawn to the wards drawn on the floor. Good
ones, obviously done by an expert and someone who wanted to keep this hagspawn
in his place. Yasha didn�t notice, but it wasn�t important anyways. What would
be terribly annoying is if this man continued thinking he was the rooster in
the henhouse.
My eyes
went back to Yasha, and I pursed my lips. Gann�s comment on �ruggedly handsome�
reminded me of Yasha�s appearance� because while the man had a point, his good
looks had nothing on Yasha�s hands�
I pulled
myself back, and wondered if I had ever been too hard on my students when they
had been flirting in class. If they had felt this way, perhaps I should have
been more lenient. Being in a position where you wanted to spend time with only
one person, a human, and not one of
my creations was creating all sorts of havoc with my well-disciplined mind�

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Our
second journey to the Shadow Plane left me unsettled. The native creatures
there had little to do with it, but the massive Vault echoed memories of
childhood nightmares I had carefully locked away. Kaji was getting a workout;
he had been springing traps for us since this began, but he was utterly
thrilled to be useful.
Before
we had entered the portal, Yasha had closed her eyes, and summoned her own
companion.
I
had not seen her do this since we had met, and I had been surprised that she
had not done it earlier. I gave her a questioning look as the huge boar
appeared, squealing and rubbing up against her like a cat. To my eternal
amusement, there was a small pink ribbon, ragged but clean, tied around the end
of the boar�s tail.
�Somehow
she suits you,� I murmured, and Yasha gave me a sheepish smile. �But why didn�t
you call her before?�
�I
was afraid I couldn�t,� the ranger shrugged, and looked down. I could see the
worry lurking in her eyes, but she did her best to cover it. �She� she wasn�t
there when I woke up.� Then she smiled. �Edare, meet Safiya. Safiya, this is my
old friend, Edare.�
I
shook myself from my reverie, as we left the Shadow Plane once more. The Vault
haunted me� but our newest companion was what set me on edge. We had found
Kaelyn the Dove before a strange black gate inside the main hall of the Vault,
endlessly studying its twisted patterns. She was a priestess of Ilmater, and as
a member of this family of half-celestials, granted immense beauty as well.
I
could admire that beauty, one that shone despite the fact that she obviously
made no attempts to cultivate it. Her feathery white hair, skin ashen pale,
black eyes and huge wings gave her an unearthly glow that shamed even the
shadows around her in the skeletal hall.
True
sunlight made her shine even more.
I
could deal with her. We were going to be handing her back to her siblings with
a bow on her as soon as we could walk back to the bazaar. She would no longer
be around to attract eyes� Yasha�s in particular.
The
ranger�s eyes had been drawn to the half-celestial�s wings, her gaze fascinated
since the moment they had met. I suppose that was� fine. Humans tended to be
attracted to celestial blood. Besides, she was
beautiful. It was fine to admire her, especially once she was gone. And gone
she would be.
We
took a brief detour, longer than I would have liked, but the Ice Troll Lodge
actually provided some benefits. Having a place to stop and rest on occasion was
useful, along with Yasha learning their technique. And I have to admit I
enjoyed watching Yasha take their tests. Seeing her stripped down and in her
loincloth and breast band and soaking wet made me quite happy under my robe.
To
my relief, Kaelyn exhibited no interested in Yasha�s show. Gann leered, but he
leered at everything, even mounted trophy heads. If Kaelyn had any kind of
sexuality at all, I think it would have been peaked then� but even I had
noticed that she was completely absorbed by something else.
I
hope Yasha noticed that.
I
had to hold back my laughter as Yasha redressed and we left, her teeth
chattering the whole way. Rest and potions would have her back to normal, and
Kaelyn had already used a couple of healing spells to keep her from any
permanent damage.
�Has
anyone ever told you that you have a macho streak?� I continued to chuckle,
catching up with her as we went down the hill. Kaelyn�s eyes had already gone
to the winged forms of her siblings, and she finally showed some emotion. True
delight showed plain on her face as she trotted ahead of us, smiling for the
first time.
She
flashed me a smile, chuckling, before the smile froze on her face. �Yes� yes,
someone has told me that.� Yasha pulled her hat down low on her eyes. The smile
on her face had completely frozen as she looked on down the hill to see the
reunion going on between Kaelyn and her siblings.
There
was little to mark them as kin besides their heritage- their appearances were
quite different. I was too far away to hear their conversation just yet, they
stood to the side of the bustling bazaar and it was hard to hear myself think
in that throng, but I could see the play of expression on their faces. Joy,
relief, questioning� and then Kaelyn�s eyes widened. She asked a question, and
her sister answered.
�No,�
she said, shaking her head and walking briskly towards us. Yasha was a bit
ahead of me, and I stopped. �Please, you must release my siblings from their
promise. It was not my intention to put them in danger. I will help you in
their stead.�
I
clenched my jaw to stop the instinctive no
that wanted to fall from my lips, as Yasha looked at her. I noticed that there
was more going into it than simply agreeing, that she was thinking this
through, then pursing her lips. I already could guess her answer, despite the
thought going into it. It made sense, logically, because we had a good fighter
and an archer already. A healer would be useful.
If
I hadn�t been so intent at looking away and trying to keep myself contained I
would not have caught sight of Gann right then. I would not have noticed the
wistful, bemused expression on his face as he looked not at Yasha, but at
Kaelyn and her family. He looked almost as jealous as I felt.
�Yes,�
Yasha murmured. �I release your siblings from their promise. And I welcome your
help. I believe we will need it.�
I
nearly laughed when Efram the Stag tried to threaten Yasha, but I was too busy
fuming. I wanted to analyze my emotions, wanted to get some sense out of them,
try to understand why I felt the way I did. Yet it wasn�t really working well.
Logic, what had dominated my life, was lost in the ugly mess of emotions that
roiled through my gut.
We
had sex, once. After a near death experience, after a strange dream where I had
kissed her in my sleep. For all I knew, Yasha had a lover for every night of a ten-day.
I doubted she would abandon� well, anyone, but she could be a playboy and I
would not have known it. Perhaps it was
better if we kept our relationship only based on sex, if that. We were friends,
but anything deeper might be a mistake.
And
the voices in my mind were so quiet. Nothing was forthcoming. Of course, since
that last attack of pain in my head, there had been almost nothing at all.
I
felt cold and alone as Yasha took the lead again, boots making little noise
along the unpaved road. I let myself fall to the back, bringing up the rear as
went to find a place for the night. Quick discussion settled us on the Sloop,
the massive ship-turned-tavern the owner proudly proclaimed �catered to the masses.�
~*~*~*~*~*~*~

�You�ve
been a friend, even briefly,� I heard the ranger murmur to Shelvadar Nuum, the
half-elf we had first met at the Gates of Mulsantir. �Take the letter and go. I
won�t betray you to the Witches.�
It had been
a strange hour since we had first entered the Sloop. Yasha and I had been in
before (she had been famished when we first arrived and refused to wait until
we saw Lienna� which was a good thing, actually) and it had led to a brawl with
the local pirates. It had been some pleasant exercise, and I had gotten my
first taste of Yasha being protective.
I could
recall the first time she had said she would take care of locals making
trouble. We had gotten to the Gates, and explaining why I had to change my
attire.
She had
known me for a matter of days, and she was already offering to protect me. I
found out here that she would back it up. Warming, if ridiculous- but she
backed it up. Still weak from our journey, and she backed it up�
I shook off
that memory. The Sloop was hardly a savory place, but it offered food we
wouldn�t have to cook ourselves and, we had thought, a lack of shadow portals.
Kaelyn quickly enlightened us to the fact that� no, there was one. After an
investigation, and an ugly little fight that, on the positive, gave us all a
good idea of each other�s abilities. I had never been in a position to work in
a team before. Nor had Gann; but Yasha was already giving us ideas and orders,
while Kaelyn backed her up. It was obvious that Kaelyn� similar experience.
I fought
down my resentment. The two women were alike, both favoring compassion even
when it might get in the way. Both had purity, about them.
I sighed
softly, not even bothering to eavesdrop as Kaelyn admired her. We could have
gotten some gold out of the man, but� I suppose avoiding a fight was good
enough.
�And this
blessing, do we need to take our clothes off, kiss, to bestow it?� Yasha asked
as we found our seat.
�What do
you mean by that?� I squawked, while
Gann let out a surprised chuckle.
�No.� Kaelyn
looked at her, completely bewildered. �What a strange method of transference.�
Yasha
tilted her head as one of the servers came to take our order. Laughter lurked
in her eyes, darting back between Kaelyn and Gann� but she wasn�t looking at
me. �I take it then, that you�ve never kissed someone before?�
�No. As a
priestess of Ilmater, I am unlikely to ever love any one person.� Her black
eyes blinked slowly, trying to understand what Yasha was talking about.
�No one has
ever shown interest in you� wanting to, ah, steal kisses?� Gann didn�t want to
use the more vulgar phrases. We had already discovered that she had no idea how
to swear back in the Vault. I would not be surprised if she truly was that
na�ve.
�How can
kisses be stolen?�
Yasha shook
her head, barely holding back her laughter. �We�re asking if anyone has ever
asked to, um� lie with you?�
�I have
never loved one person,� Kaelyn
repeated, obviously perplexed.
�You can
for fun, friendship- any number of reasons,� Yasha explained. I fixed my eyes
on the slightly sticky wood of our wobbly table, tracing the whorls in the
wood.
I was going
to flay her. Crotch first, then I
would-
�Like
this,� Yasha continued. A strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close-
and I opened my mouth to protest as she softly kissed me. All my protest gained
was a tongue in my mouth, which I briefly considered biting. That thought flew
out of my head� Because the kiss was sweet and passionate, and she pulled me
close, one hand traveling down my leg and sending a shiver up my spine. The-
the- that woman-
And just
like that, it was over. I was left dazed, more than a little annoyed� and horny
as a succubus.
�You should
try practicing on Gann, I�m sure he�s had plenty of experience,� Yasha
continued, breathlessly, and I smacked her.
�You,� I
gasped, forgetting my embarrassment. Standing up, I grabbed her ponytail. �Are
not.� I yanked, and she stood up. �Leaving me like this again. Come on.�
To my
amusement and annoyance, several catcalls followed us as I hauled her back to
the rooms� and noticed that Yasha had thrown down several gold coins.
Didn�t
matter. I was not going to let her
leave me here- and she deserved to be punished for driving me crazy for the
past day.
And oh�this
would be sweet.

To be continued.
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