Marauder
[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member=Nawago] [member=Simone] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Ria Misrani"] [member="Onna Sunrider"] [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Coryn Raxis"]
So Bryce was married now. That had been unexpected. As had been the rather confusing way she felt about this. How she felt about his new wife was clear. The condescending, pampered little princess was best kept out from under Tilzi’s feet. Bryce seemed troubled, brooding almost. He snapped from time to time and seemed to have aged quickly. He was more interesting. Tilzi had grown up in a society where if pretty female she intensely disliked owned a male she found interesting her path was clear: best the female and take her mate until she grew bored of him.
You should be paying attention.
That realisation had her snap her head back up and look at the star map Bryce had brought up. Tilzi was wearing her witch attire once more. She had also applied neither makeup nor perfume since her stay back home on Aaris III. Her younger sister’s comment on how she smelt alien had struck a nerve. It had been nice to sleep up high in the roots of the great trees that could span whole islands and listen to the sounds of her home. But in the end that world had started to feel small again.
“When hunting dangerous prey, observe from a safe distance,” she remarked quietly. “See how it moves, learn how it behaves. There is nothing cowardly about finding the safest way to bring down your quarry.”
So Bryce was married now. That had been unexpected. As had been the rather confusing way she felt about this. How she felt about his new wife was clear. The condescending, pampered little princess was best kept out from under Tilzi’s feet. Bryce seemed troubled, brooding almost. He snapped from time to time and seemed to have aged quickly. He was more interesting. Tilzi had grown up in a society where if pretty female she intensely disliked owned a male she found interesting her path was clear: best the female and take her mate until she grew bored of him.
You should be paying attention.
That realisation had her snap her head back up and look at the star map Bryce had brought up. Tilzi was wearing her witch attire once more. She had also applied neither makeup nor perfume since her stay back home on Aaris III. Her younger sister’s comment on how she smelt alien had struck a nerve. It had been nice to sleep up high in the roots of the great trees that could span whole islands and listen to the sounds of her home. But in the end that world had started to feel small again.
“When hunting dangerous prey, observe from a safe distance,” she remarked quietly. “See how it moves, learn how it behaves. There is nothing cowardly about finding the safest way to bring down your quarry.”
