Ayatah nodded, secretly thanking Syna that it was daytime and her to-be victim was thus hornless. "I will take things slowly, to begin with, just for practise. But obviously should soemone actually attack you, they won't be so polite."
She had experienced only one such incident in her time in Zeltiva, in the first year of her living in the city. She had spent the evening with fellow classmates (she refused to call them 'friends' because they had simply laughed at her accent and spoken in simple Common so as not to confuse 'the savage'), and as such had been in a foul mood. Whilst stomping back to the university quarters, at this point well past midnight, Aya had caught the attention of drunkard. When she completely ignored his calls and whistles, the man had grown impatient and followed her, taking alleyways and shadowed paths that ran parallel to where she was walking so he could surprise her. As she turned a corner, the man had jumped out, knocking her to the ground and falling down beside her. He had wasted no time and climbed on top of her, fumbling with his clothes to unsheathe a sad-looking dagger. Aya had laughed - she had expected a completely different kind of blade to be revealed - before fighting back. She had left her attacker in an even more sorry state than he had been previously. If this was the height of crime in Zeltiva, it was going to be a boring time.
"Hopefully though," Aya said as she stalked around Halin'a, stopping when she faced the back of his head, "anyone who attacks you will have had enough alcohol to make it an easier job for you." With that final word, she pounced; bringing her lanky arms around his waist to his front, tugging at the Ethaefal's own arms to tug them behind his back. She had not entirely kept to her promise of taking it slowly - but what was the point of setting up an entirely artificial scenario?
oocSooo sorry about the delay... Even worse, I have no decent excuse!
She had experienced only one such incident in her time in Zeltiva, in the first year of her living in the city. She had spent the evening with fellow classmates (she refused to call them 'friends' because they had simply laughed at her accent and spoken in simple Common so as not to confuse 'the savage'), and as such had been in a foul mood. Whilst stomping back to the university quarters, at this point well past midnight, Aya had caught the attention of drunkard. When she completely ignored his calls and whistles, the man had grown impatient and followed her, taking alleyways and shadowed paths that ran parallel to where she was walking so he could surprise her. As she turned a corner, the man had jumped out, knocking her to the ground and falling down beside her. He had wasted no time and climbed on top of her, fumbling with his clothes to unsheathe a sad-looking dagger. Aya had laughed - she had expected a completely different kind of blade to be revealed - before fighting back. She had left her attacker in an even more sorry state than he had been previously. If this was the height of crime in Zeltiva, it was going to be a boring time.
"Hopefully though," Aya said as she stalked around Halin'a, stopping when she faced the back of his head, "anyone who attacks you will have had enough alcohol to make it an easier job for you." With that final word, she pounced; bringing her lanky arms around his waist to his front, tugging at the Ethaefal's own arms to tug them behind his back. She had not entirely kept to her promise of taking it slowly - but what was the point of setting up an entirely artificial scenario?
oocSooo sorry about the delay... Even worse, I have no decent excuse!
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