Fierce Creatures (Nel & Sam)

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

"Which night?" he asked, his horse-haggler blood suddenly expressing itself. After all, he didn't want to knock on that door from which she emerged every consecutive day just to be put off. That would be pathetic. He had spent plenty of years pathetically in slavery and was too proud of the freedom he had stolen back for himself (while absconding with Horse, stealing his freedom as well).

[Nel Sayo]

"I dunno, which night do you want?" she asked, blinking at the bluntness of the question. To be honest, she wasn't even sure how long the Festival went on, or what kind of Festival it was, or what they were supposed to be feasting. Just knew it involved honey-cakes and some revelry, and those sorts of things appealed to her pirate nature. "Tomorrow? The next one? Whichever."

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

"Tomorrow?" he posited, then, with more conviction, "Tomorrow."

He nodded as if that settled it. "We'll go to the Festival tomorrow. I will buy you dinner. We will watch each other's backs."

Because one couldn't just go and enjoy a festival. Freedom meant total war.

[Nel Sayo]

"Okay."

He took this awful serious; Nel didn't take too many things that serious. Certainly not a festival. But then, her freedom had been won a different way, and a very long time ago.

"Just...meet me on the street, here. Sunset."

No use bringing Murdoch; he'd just scare the crap out of Sam and probably steal his pants on top of it.

Of all preposterous things, then, Nel smiled. Just the flicker of that sunny disposition was enough to brighten her eyes to blue worlds of mischief and shenanigans. And she jabbed a finger at him.

"But remember to stable the horse."

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

What was serious to Sam was survival, but he could shift between serious and not like a flash of summer heat lightning on the plains. His smile flashed as bright now that negotiations were concluded.

"Yeah, yeah... Horse isn't welcome, I know."

He continued to grin. It had been some time since he had had a friend other than Horse. Hopefully he remembered how to behave with his own species.

"So, all right. Tomorrow, then. So long."

END

[Dusk]

XP Award! Nel XP Award Rhetoric: 1 XP Intimidation: 1 XP Samael XP Award Rhetoric: 1 XP Seduction: 1 XP Additional Note If there was XP to award for awkwardness, these two would win.