There Is Something To Be Said About Touch Translating More Than Intended, And In That Moment As Cyra

There is something to be said about touch translating more than intended, and in that moment as Cyra took his hand and allowed him to pull her up, Kaleh'a felt more than she meant to let on. The tenseness that shot through her was obvious the moment he touched her, and his eyes softened as he looked at the back of the healer, watching her tail as she moved along swiftly atop it. He followed, heeding her words as he balanced atop the wide log, his ears flicking this way and that as he listened for any danger, an arrow ready just in case as the travelled. He stayed a respectful distance behind her, not wanting to encroach, or set off that nervousness he had felt when they had touched, and he certainly didn't want to offend the healer who might save some young men and women's livelihoods. Instead, he found himself thinking.

Nervous at touch, and closeness. Tribal perhaps? It could make sense, and would explain the thick black tattoo around her eyes. But he didn't have a guess as to what it meant or why. Could be simpler, maybe she had a bad experience. She was different, from a normal Miqo'te, and as much as he tried not to stare, he found himself doing so. Partially at the way she walked, how her gait was easier than his over rougher terrain, his eyes taking in the way her wrapped feet seemed to just handle whatever she stepped on and seemed to almost spring off it into the next step. He was silent for a long few minutes as he just observed, wondered, and listened, only speaking once he believed they were out of danger, batting the feather out of the way again as he called up to her.

"You mentioned you got your house from the head of the Conjurer's Guild?" His tail swished behind him, ears flicking slightly as he thought again of where he was staying. "You must have had a good connection in Gridania. My welcome was...less than pleasant."

He chuckled softly, and then glanced up at the back of her head, reading her emotions through her ears and sound of her voice as he continued. "I'm glad you had someone to look out for you though! So many Moon Keepers are turned away simply because of fear."

The next few moments observing his body language in response to hers was met with an awkward silence. Still eyeing him nervously, her ears relaxed ever so slightly as he began to speak once more.

"It was a gift. The head of the Conjurer's guild placed the cabin under my care so I could continue my studies." Cyra hadn't needed to explain herself to him, but perhaps it was her way of trying to change the subject from the uncomfortable silent exchange of defensive postures from both sides.

"Where you walk is as you please." She waved a hand. She truly didn't care where he chose to place himself as they traveled. Straightening out her tunic to distract herself from her embarrassment. However, his concern for the Ziz returning garnered a more serious focus from the curious healer than before. She observed the way his ear twisted to catch the distant sounds of thundering footfalls. Cyra wasn't about to get caught in the herd.

"Right." She nodded her head and turned to follow.

There was no reason for her to really take his hand, as she was capable of holding up herself, yet she reached out anyway. Careful to not prick him with her clawed fingers as she grasped his wrist. Even just that kind of touch gave her goosebumps, and not the good kind. She didn't know why she had reached up to take up his assistance. Her muscles stiffened at the touch, and it took everything she had not to pull away from it. It was something she was still working on. Even after all this time, she still had such an aversion to it.

"Follow me, I'll show you the way." She was quick to release his hand once she had hopped up onto the log. Staff secure in her grip, she moved quickly along the large fallen tree.

Smut Dialogue Prompts That Make Me Feral

1. “Let me see those eyes.”

2. “Open your mouth for me.”

3. “Please kiss me.”

4. “Use your words.”

5. “Tell me what you want.”

6. “You look so good beneath me.” 

7. “You can take it.”

8. “I can take it.”

9. “You take me so well.”

10. “Spread your legs wider.”

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

12. “Keep your eyes on me.”

13. “Touch yourself.”

14. “Do you want my fingers?”

15. “I can’t get enough of you.”

16. “You taste so good.”

17. “Hands behind your back.”

18. “Swallow.”

19. “You are doing so well.”

20. “Breathe through your nose.”

21. “Don’t hold back.”

22. “Show me how much you need me.”

23. “Say my name.”

24. “You can do better than that.”

25. “Does that feel good?”

26. “I want you to ruin me.”

27. “Do you think you deserve this?”

28. “I want to have my way with you.”

29. “Touch me there. Right there.”

30. “I will never get enough of you.” 

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Kaleh'a took the opportunity that her pause and turn offered to leap up onto a nearby root, tight walking across it as he hummed thoughtfully, her question surprising him. Clearly she had experienced Gridania in a totally different way than he had, hopping down besides her as he gave her a wan smile. "Believe me, I'm happy to hear you didn't experience what I did. Could be because I was an archer, and fell into the stereotype."

He paused, his gaze drifting, and then wiggling his ears as he murmured, "Moon Keepers hunt without care under the trees, killing more than they should, and upsetting the balance of the forest. They are hated for that, for their part in upsetting this beautiful environment."

He let out a heavy sigh walking around slowly, and realizing he had accidentally circled her, giving her another smile, a little warmer. "When I came here, I was shunned. I couldn't find work, only the most menial of tasks offered. My bow and quiver were regarded with hatred, and I would have starved if someone hadn't taken me in." His eyes softened slightly, his voice warmer. "Miounne found me outside the inn, without a coin to my name, unable to purchase shelter during one of the more violent storms. She forced me into an inn room, and told me to stay there and warm up, and that it was mine until I could pay for it. She set me up with the archer's guild, then the Twin Adders, and suddenly...I had a chance."

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he stretched up onto his tip-toes, before dropping back onto his heels. "I was able to pay that debt back two fold in a month, and still rent out a room to this day. It warms my tail that you didn't experience any of that!"

He gave her a true smile, his ears wiggling, tail flicking, and eyes gleaming as he stepped a tiny bit closer, then remembered, and took a full step back. "Well, good news, I don't hear angry Ziz following us anymore!"

They had been walking in silence through the Shroud for quite some time before he had taken the opportunity to begin his curious inquiries. Cyra had been enjoying the quiet walk, and had almost forgotten that he had been trailing behind her. That is, if the loud crunching of forest debris hadn't been bringing her attention back to him every few seconds. She had a single ear turned toward him the whole time. It was entirely subconscious, but if there was one thing her mentor had taught her, it's that one couldn't be too careful around others.

She responded to his question and observation with the turn of a head, and a short grin. At the mention of his introduction to the city-state, it warranted more than just a silent gesture of attention. She stopped for a moment, turning to look at him in concern when he spoke of the poor standing that their kind had with the gentle souls of Gridania.

"Clearly I've been living under a log," she chuckled. "What cause for fear do Gridanian's have for Moon Keepers?"

Cyra truly had no clue the kind of dealings that her people had with them. Granted, she hadn't been very educated about her own people either. Living most of her life in a Garlean Castrum would do that to her.