Bozo
ApollosarcherAs Amon finishes answering her question about the ringmail, Ormuzhd starts down a particularly steep sand dune and Naya shrieks in terror, because it feels like she's going to fly right off the front of the beast. Amon is unyielding though, not budging an inch as they tilt forward at a drastic incline, her hands clutching at him in a vice grip. Once they've conquered the hill the great salamander slows down, much to the witch's relief. "Thank you, my friend," the brunette exhales quietly, loosening her grasp on the other man as they return to a less horrifying speed and acclivity.
The man turns his head a little so she can hear him, explaining in his rumbling baritone, "We don't have covens in the traditional sense. Unlike everywhere else in the world mage-kind don't live hidden.......well that's the case if things are very intimate anyway, holding hands and the like isn't frowned upon, in high society it is encouraged'.
"I think you misunderstand the word, 'coven'," she tells him, squinting against the brightness of the sun and the sand that whips past them. "It means, um, how do you say...," Naya trails of, her brow wrinkling in concentration. "...fa-family?" Naya continues, finally getting the word out. "Yes, family. I was born to the Belladonna tribe, but then I left them when my magic failed to come to me. They are still my coven though, even though I have not seen them in many years," She clarifies, letting her eyes slide close against the memories. "I had a human friend in my forest. She and I were a coven, or a family as they call it," the witch finishes, her voice going soft as she speaks about Meng and their little coven of two.
"As for having children, that's a very private matter indeed......In the usual manner, no spells or anything."
"That's strange," Naya admits after a moment, trying to wrap her head around the concept of binding herself to someone, a man no less, forever. "Witches don't do that either. Love is for your coven. When we want to have our babies, we just pick the strongest, most intelligent human man creature we can find and bed him," she tells him, blinking an eye open cautiously before shutting it just as quickly to keep the dust at bay. If she was being honest with herself, the witch was a little disappointed that there wasn't a spell for knitting a baby together in a woman's belly. It would have been fun to add it to her grimoire. "Do you have a bond-mate then, Amon?"
He says something she can't make out over the wind, but then goes on to explain what will happen when the get to this City of White Marble. "Please take this," she finally hears him, cracking open her eyes to see that he's offering her the water again. "You'll need it more than me." Naya takes it and unscrews the top, taking a drink from it as carefully as possible so she doesn't spill any. Ormuzhd's lopping gait makes it harder than she had expected, but the brunette manages to not lose a single drop.
"Thank you," Naya sighs, pressing the canteen back into his grasp. "Are there trees in your hom--erm--city?" she asks, closing her eyes again and tucking her face behind his back, using his shoulder as a shield against the sand.
The man turns his head a little so she can hear him, explaining in his rumbling baritone, "We don't have covens in the traditional sense. Unlike everywhere else in the world mage-kind don't live hidden.......well that's the case if things are very intimate anyway, holding hands and the like isn't frowned upon, in high society it is encouraged'.
"I think you misunderstand the word, 'coven'," she tells him, squinting against the brightness of the sun and the sand that whips past them. "It means, um, how do you say...," Naya trails of, her brow wrinkling in concentration. "...fa-family?" Naya continues, finally getting the word out. "Yes, family. I was born to the Belladonna tribe, but then I left them when my magic failed to come to me. They are still my coven though, even though I have not seen them in many years," She clarifies, letting her eyes slide close against the memories. "I had a human friend in my forest. She and I were a coven, or a family as they call it," the witch finishes, her voice going soft as she speaks about Meng and their little coven of two.
"As for having children, that's a very private matter indeed......In the usual manner, no spells or anything."
"That's strange," Naya admits after a moment, trying to wrap her head around the concept of binding herself to someone, a man no less, forever. "Witches don't do that either. Love is for your coven. When we want to have our babies, we just pick the strongest, most intelligent human man creature we can find and bed him," she tells him, blinking an eye open cautiously before shutting it just as quickly to keep the dust at bay. If she was being honest with herself, the witch was a little disappointed that there wasn't a spell for knitting a baby together in a woman's belly. It would have been fun to add it to her grimoire. "Do you have a bond-mate then, Amon?"
He says something she can't make out over the wind, but then goes on to explain what will happen when the get to this City of White Marble. "Please take this," she finally hears him, cracking open her eyes to see that he's offering her the water again. "You'll need it more than me." Naya takes it and unscrews the top, taking a drink from it as carefully as possible so she doesn't spill any. Ormuzhd's lopping gait makes it harder than she had expected, but the brunette manages to not lose a single drop.
"Thank you," Naya sighs, pressing the canteen back into his grasp. "Are there trees in your hom--erm--city?" she asks, closing her eyes again and tucking her face behind his back, using his shoulder as a shield against the sand.
