By the end of the first week, he had become accustom to her constant chatter and in the occasional moments in which she fell silent, he found the quiet rather unsettling. Thankfully, those moments were few and far between.
They set up camp under a jagged edge of rock where bandits had once been. The alcove was oddly cosy and the heat from the fire could fill it before surrendering itself to the cold night air. She had insisted on cooking a vegetable stew for them in a small pot and his stomach had begun to growl as the smell of it reached his ridged nose. She filled up two large tankards with it and handed him one along with a fork. He took it with a nod of thanks and was surprised when she sat down next to him on the log, despite there being another just across from him. She was sat so close her shoulder grazed his when she moved to spear more vegetables on her fork.
Eating was one of those few moments where she was quiet and he found himself catching a few glances of her out of the corner of his eye as she stared out over the plains. The fire made her blue eyes sparkle and illuminated her soft face, giving her a flattering glow. A few more glances made him realise - with a start - that he was beginning to find her rather...appealing. Shame instantly gripped him and he pushed the thought out of his mind, not allowing himself to dwell on her. He heard the fork scrape the bottom of her tankard.
"You rest. I will keep watch."
She nodded and stood before resting a warm hand on his large shoulder. He tensed.
"Thank you." She said before making her way to the back of their alcove and slipping inside a bed roll.
He relaxed as much as he could and placed his empty tankard at his feet. He sighed through his nose and retied the leather band that kept his jet black plait tight. Then his eyes searched the plain, checking for threats. He wasn't expecting anything; bandits had previously occupied this area (until they had killed them a mere hour and a half before) so he suspected that people would stay away. He waited for a while before turning quietly and looking at her curled up in her bedroll, her brown hair falling over her face and her chest moving with her steady breathing. He saw the bedroll next to her and resisted the urge to clamber into it and watch her.
He shook himself. It had been quite some time since he had bedded an Orc female and that was the reason for this folly, he was sure.
Endra. Odd name, he thought. He wanted to roll it around in his mouth and test the taste. Instead, he glanced at her again before hunching over and fixing his eyes on the road.
As the cold seeped into his bones, he remembered where she had touched his right shoulder.
Re: F!DB/Ghorbash - "First of Many" 3/3
They set up camp under a jagged edge of rock where bandits had once been. The alcove was oddly cosy and the heat from the fire could fill it before surrendering itself to the cold night air. She had insisted on cooking a vegetable stew for them in a small pot and his stomach had begun to growl as the smell of it reached his ridged nose. She filled up two large tankards with it and handed him one along with a fork. He took it with a nod of thanks and was surprised when she sat down next to him on the log, despite there being another just across from him. She was sat so close her shoulder grazed his when she moved to spear more vegetables on her fork.
Eating was one of those few moments where she was quiet and he found himself catching a few glances of her out of the corner of his eye as she stared out over the plains. The fire made her blue eyes sparkle and illuminated her soft face, giving her a flattering glow. A few more glances made him realise - with a start - that he was beginning to find her rather...appealing. Shame instantly gripped him and he pushed the thought out of his mind, not allowing himself to dwell on her. He heard the fork scrape the bottom of her tankard.
"You rest. I will keep watch."
She nodded and stood before resting a warm hand on his large shoulder. He tensed.
"Thank you." She said before making her way to the back of their alcove and slipping inside a bed roll.
He relaxed as much as he could and placed his empty tankard at his feet. He sighed through his nose and retied the leather band that kept his jet black plait tight. Then his eyes searched the plain, checking for threats. He wasn't expecting anything; bandits had previously occupied this area (until they had killed them a mere hour and a half before) so he suspected that people would stay away. He waited for a while before turning quietly and looking at her curled up in her bedroll, her brown hair falling over her face and her chest moving with her steady breathing. He saw the bedroll next to her and resisted the urge to clamber into it and watch her.
He shook himself. It had been quite some time since he had bedded an Orc female and that was the reason for this folly, he was sure.
Endra. Odd name, he thought. He wanted to roll it around in his mouth and test the taste. Instead, he glanced at her again before hunching over and fixing his eyes on the road.
As the cold seeped into his bones, he remembered where she had touched his right shoulder.
It still felt warm.