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aldersprigI know I posted this (I said "You wanted a Zoo" and Eseme said "no, I wanted kissing," IIRC)... but I can't find it.
And I'm not certain it's canon. It's a bit silly. Comes after "Is this a kissing fic?"
Girey stayed close to Rin's side. Arinya's side. Arinyanca's... Rin's side. The so-called palace was a complex labyrinth of hallways and courtyards cut into the mountain, which his captor navigated as easily as she'd managed the roads from his country here. He would be, he had to admit, lost within moments of losing sight of her, and, without his shackles, wearing this bracelet of hers on his wrist, he felt even more conspicuous than he had when shackled on the back of her goat.
His lips were still stinging with the kiss. She'd done it to throw her cousin for a loop, of course, and it had, by all indicators, worked. But she'd still kissed him, a long, firm kiss that suggested many more kisses to come. In his private heart, Girey admitted that he hoped it hadn't been a complete lie.
She was holding his hand now, which both facilitated staying near her and suggested she either had the same hopes or thought he was going to flip out and run off. He was almost tempted to try the latter, just to see what she'd do. He was still her prisoner, wasn't he? Still her Girey of Tugia... whatever she intended to do with him.
"What do you..." The question died in his throat as they passed yet another courtyard, this one as big as a temple, the walls glass in iron bars. Beyond the bars paced a giant animal, the likes of which Girey had never seen out of a myth. It looked something like the bears he was used to (like the bear he'd killed to save her) but bigger broader,
its fur mottled with patterns almost like the underbrush. The creature could look him in the eye without standing, and it seemed to be doing just that, staring through the glass of its enclosure. "What...?"
"Bred in captivity for generations," she told him. "They are almost impossible to find in the wild anymore. Farmers kill them because they threaten the herds."
"What...?" he tried again, and failed again, gaping at the monster. "How do you...?"
"Carefully," she said, humor clear in her voice. "The same way you breed any dangerous monster."
And I'm not certain it's canon. It's a bit silly. Comes after "Is this a kissing fic?"
Girey stayed close to Rin's side. Arinya's side. Arinyanca's... Rin's side. The so-called palace was a complex labyrinth of hallways and courtyards cut into the mountain, which his captor navigated as easily as she'd managed the roads from his country here. He would be, he had to admit, lost within moments of losing sight of her, and, without his shackles, wearing this bracelet of hers on his wrist, he felt even more conspicuous than he had when shackled on the back of her goat.
His lips were still stinging with the kiss. She'd done it to throw her cousin for a loop, of course, and it had, by all indicators, worked. But she'd still kissed him, a long, firm kiss that suggested many more kisses to come. In his private heart, Girey admitted that he hoped it hadn't been a complete lie.
She was holding his hand now, which both facilitated staying near her and suggested she either had the same hopes or thought he was going to flip out and run off. He was almost tempted to try the latter, just to see what she'd do. He was still her prisoner, wasn't he? Still her Girey of Tugia... whatever she intended to do with him.
"What do you..." The question died in his throat as they passed yet another courtyard, this one as big as a temple, the walls glass in iron bars. Beyond the bars paced a giant animal, the likes of which Girey had never seen out of a myth. It looked something like the bears he was used to (like the bear he'd killed to save her) but bigger broader,
its fur mottled with patterns almost like the underbrush. The creature could look him in the eye without standing, and it seemed to be doing just that, staring through the glass of its enclosure. "What...?"
"Bred in captivity for generations," she told him. "They are almost impossible to find in the wild anymore. Farmers kill them because they threaten the herds."
"What...?" he tried again, and failed again, gaping at the monster. "How do you...?"
"Carefully," she said, humor clear in her voice. "The same way you breed any dangerous monster."
