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adventuringforbeginners · 4 years ago
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“Hand holding, huh? Some pinky promises? Dinner dates?”
Nash coughs quietly and puts her head between her knees to hide her face that must be dark green by now. She feels terribly sweaty and would love for nothing more than a hot bath, but there is no time for such luxuries when you’re on the run through an unfriendly swamp.
Gods, she misses her house. She misses the kids and Lorilla’s baking and Vamir’s soft smiles and Arek’s loud, well-intended life lessons.
She also misses her grandfather.
It hurts that she couldn’t even tell him goodbye after being back for such a short amount of time. Maybe she’ll never see him again. Maybe they’ll catch her and drag her back to Anvaadil, into one of those hellholes--
“Hey, ashka. Breathe. ‘s gonna be alright.”
Urog’s voice reaches her ears through what feels like thick wool. Nash is sure that she has forgotten how to breathe.
“Intwa og, del ta. Intwa ert. There you go, hal-mi.”
His tone is gruff, but there is a softness to it and Nash listens to his words while she tries to calm her breathing.
“No worries, they won’t find you out here.”
“What if they do”, she asks. Her voice sounds like sandpaper. She wishes Zamira were still here while also being relieved that she’s gone so she doesn’t have to see Nash like this.
She must look like a complete mess.
If only she could walk through life with a confidence like that. A confidence like a rock that breaks ocean waves. Damn, she’s got it bad.
“You think my swamp will not take care of red cloaks? You learn nothing from Ishkari Orla?”
Nash breathes in. She breathes out. She raises her head and looks at his old, bearded and wrinkled face. He carefully takes out a pipe and starts putting dried herbs in there. They smell like Ulag. And they remind her of her mother.
“I know it protects us. But I’m not as good with its language as you are. It’s scary.”
Urog grunts and lights up his pipe.
“Is scary to protect you, no worries, ashka. You’re child of the swamp. The swamp knows.”
Nash looks at him while he turns his head to gaze up at the barely visible sky.
“If they do find me, will you tell Ovak that I love him?”
Urog cocks his head and blows some smoke towards the sky. Then he turns to look at her.
“Thought you are not allowed to die because of dinner date.”
Nash groans and hides her face in her hands.
“I really said that, didn’t I?”
“Sure did, ashka.”
“Do you think she thinks I’m really desperate?”
Urog snorts so hard that his pipe falls out of his mouth and into his lap. He picks it up and shakes his head.
“Dunno about that, ashka. Young love is far behind me.”
“Not forgotten, though”, Nash says softly. She can see it on his face and in the way his eyes softened.
“Not forgotten, no. That’s what job is for.”
Nash nods. Then she follows his gaze upwards.
“Promise me, please? That you’ll tell him?”
Urog glances at her before he finally nods. Nash closes her eyes and breathes and tries to calm herself with the thought of gentle fingers in her hair and a soft, small hand in hers. 
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adventuringforbeginners · 4 years ago
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„So, lassie. Pretty girl turned ya head, huh?“
Nash can’t say that she was ready for a question like that even though she could see it coming from a mile away. She knows Arek and she saw his glances, so truly—it was only a matter of time.
„Hm?“ 
Her whole body hurts and the fever is shaking her badly now. Nash never felt worse in her entire life.
„Ya know. The pretty thing with the horns.“
„Zamira“, Nash rasps.
„What was that?“
„Her name. Zamira.“
Arek grins widely through his impressive dark red beard.
„She your type?“
„Arek.“
Vamir’s voice is soft but firm and he puts one of his hands on Arek’s shoulder.
„Let her rest, will you?“ 
„Don’t ya think talkin‘ ‘bout pretty girls will cheer her up?“
Nash dozes off.
Pretty, yeah. Zamira really was very pretty. And her voice had been very soft. No fear or judgement for what Nash had done. Maybe because Zamira would know what it means to be feared by people for what you are. Scaring people simply by existing.
Nash thinks of red skin and long curls and a kind smile while she drifts off into a feverish sleep again. She could swear the pain lessens just a little while she recalls how Zamira’s first act towards her had been a healing spell.
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