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For a moment, the Akalak allowed his gaze to fall upon the produce that he had purchased for Firenze. In light of the small price he paid, the collection of fruit was indeed a small bounty. Being that they were the epitome of freshness, Dor'gen found himself a touch envious that the Kelvic would get to enjoy all of the fruit. This, of course, was due to the fact that the Akalak had not eaten since earlier in the day...and the fact that he had carried the young woman all throughout town. Now that the crisis had been averted due to Kechaiya's careful treatment, Dor'gen had the opportunity to turn his attention away from the wellbeing of his beautiful acquaintance...and place them onto the needs of his own body. To say the least, he was a growing ravenous by the minute.
Tearing himself away from the glorious assortment of fruit, Dor'gen placed his gaze upon Firenze. She was completely naked and seemed comfortable, despite the fact that two strangers were present within the room. If the roles were reversed and it was Dor'gen on the table, he was absolutely certain that he would be excessively uncomfortable. However, the Kelvic seemed to be completely at ease. Perhaps it was the fact that she was in pain, and thereby had her attention upon ignoring the sting of her wounds? In any case, the Akalak did his absolute best to be proper about the whole situation. Due to how compromising her position was, Dor'gen kept his eyes either locked on hers or averted; simply out of respect.
At this point, his fingertips clutched a single stem of vibrant green. It branched off into a trio of smaller "branches", with each being burdened by the weight of a crimson berry. The berries were very plump and seemed to be filled to the brim with succulent juices. Oh how the temptation was there! Dor'gen would have gladly popped all three of the berries into his mouth without little thought; if not for the fact that they were meant for his injured friend. Perhaps he would stop by the same stalls on the way back home and grab some berries. Yes, that seemed like a solid plan. With this excellent plan in mind, the Akalak held the fruit aloft with the expectation that the Kelvic would reach out for them. After all, she was now conscious and had some strength back...
...But, it seemed as though Firenze didn't mind being fed by his hand.
In fact, Dor'gen got the distinct impression that she expected the berries to be directly fed to her. With but the gentlest smile, she parted her lips in anticipation of being fed. For some reason, this caused a touch of heat to manifest itself upon the Akalak's cheeks...for his mind wandered back to that "moment" they had shared a few chimes ago. Dor'gen had never, in the whole of his life, being in a situation where he had to hand feed a woman. Yet, there he was, having his fingers licked clean of berries by a stunning woman that he barely even knew. This thought alone was enough to cause him to blush; much to his chagrin. Despite his best efforts to shrug off the heat which continued to creep its way over his face, the Akalak knew little success.
Plus, he wasn't going to keep Firenze waiting.
"Here you are." he said softly, regarding the woman with a gentle smile of his own. Taking a step closer, he dangled the berries just over her mouth until one settled upon her bottom lip. At that point, reflex would take over, resulting in the berry being bitten clean off of the "branch". This would be repeated thrice until there was no more fruit left upon the stem; and three berries were not enough food by any stretch of the imagination. Settling the edge of his posterior upon the table, the Akalak then began to feed the Kelvic pieces of fruit. One by one, he tended to her carefully; chuckling every so often when stray juice would escape from the edges of her mouth. All the while, Kechaiya busied herself with tending to the wounds with stitching.
As Firenze chewed over her fruit, the Akalak watched out of his peripheral vision. By his estimation, Kechaiya was exceptionally skilled at what she did. Her fingers moved with a combination of grace and precision that earned respect on the part of the Akalak. In fact, if ever he were in need of being stitched up, Dor'gen would have no qualms about seeking out this particular doctor. After all, her price was not excessive (by his estimation anyway) and she did an excellent job of saving Firenze's life. "By the way," he said, addressing his words to the dark-eyed doctor, "thank you for helping my friend. I don't know what we would've done if you weren't here. Thank you." With this, he also lowered his head respectfully for a tick.
Then came the inquiry of inquiries: why was Firenze naked?
This warranted a careful glance to the Kelvic, for Dor'gen was not exactly certain what Sunberth's take on the species was. However, due to the doctor's obvious foreignness, the Akalak did not think that it would hurt to divulge the information. Besides, if it came down to him having to face down slavers because of it...he knew exactly where to find the dark-eyed doctor. After all, this wasn't a Clinic or shop. This was the woman's personal residence. "She's a Kelvic." he said simply, electing to leave it at that. From that point, the next few chimes revolved around finalizing the treatment. Stitches were made, instructions were given regarding what to look for in infections, and final goodbyes were said. Firenze was, awkwardly, wrapped up in the Akalak's cloak once more before resuming her journey in his arms.
"You're going to have to tell me where you live. I'm flying blind here." he said, giving her a small smile.
NoteIn light of Kechaiya's retirement, I'm pushing the plot a little bit. Using logical conclusion and all that joy.
Word Count1,006
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For a moment, the Akalak allowed his gaze to fall upon the produce that he had purchased for Firenze. In light of the small price he paid, the collection of fruit was indeed a small bounty. Being that they were the epitome of freshness, Dor'gen found himself a touch envious that the Kelvic would get to enjoy all of the fruit. This, of course, was due to the fact that the Akalak had not eaten since earlier in the day...and the fact that he had carried the young woman all throughout town. Now that the crisis had been averted due to Kechaiya's careful treatment, Dor'gen had the opportunity to turn his attention away from the wellbeing of his beautiful acquaintance...and place them onto the needs of his own body. To say the least, he was a growing ravenous by the minute.
Tearing himself away from the glorious assortment of fruit, Dor'gen placed his gaze upon Firenze. She was completely naked and seemed comfortable, despite the fact that two strangers were present within the room. If the roles were reversed and it was Dor'gen on the table, he was absolutely certain that he would be excessively uncomfortable. However, the Kelvic seemed to be completely at ease. Perhaps it was the fact that she was in pain, and thereby had her attention upon ignoring the sting of her wounds? In any case, the Akalak did his absolute best to be proper about the whole situation. Due to how compromising her position was, Dor'gen kept his eyes either locked on hers or averted; simply out of respect.
At this point, his fingertips clutched a single stem of vibrant green. It branched off into a trio of smaller "branches", with each being burdened by the weight of a crimson berry. The berries were very plump and seemed to be filled to the brim with succulent juices. Oh how the temptation was there! Dor'gen would have gladly popped all three of the berries into his mouth without little thought; if not for the fact that they were meant for his injured friend. Perhaps he would stop by the same stalls on the way back home and grab some berries. Yes, that seemed like a solid plan. With this excellent plan in mind, the Akalak held the fruit aloft with the expectation that the Kelvic would reach out for them. After all, she was now conscious and had some strength back...
...But, it seemed as though Firenze didn't mind being fed by his hand.
In fact, Dor'gen got the distinct impression that she expected the berries to be directly fed to her. With but the gentlest smile, she parted her lips in anticipation of being fed. For some reason, this caused a touch of heat to manifest itself upon the Akalak's cheeks...for his mind wandered back to that "moment" they had shared a few chimes ago. Dor'gen had never, in the whole of his life, being in a situation where he had to hand feed a woman. Yet, there he was, having his fingers licked clean of berries by a stunning woman that he barely even knew. This thought alone was enough to cause him to blush; much to his chagrin. Despite his best efforts to shrug off the heat which continued to creep its way over his face, the Akalak knew little success.
Plus, he wasn't going to keep Firenze waiting.
"Here you are." he said softly, regarding the woman with a gentle smile of his own. Taking a step closer, he dangled the berries just over her mouth until one settled upon her bottom lip. At that point, reflex would take over, resulting in the berry being bitten clean off of the "branch". This would be repeated thrice until there was no more fruit left upon the stem; and three berries were not enough food by any stretch of the imagination. Settling the edge of his posterior upon the table, the Akalak then began to feed the Kelvic pieces of fruit. One by one, he tended to her carefully; chuckling every so often when stray juice would escape from the edges of her mouth. All the while, Kechaiya busied herself with tending to the wounds with stitching.
As Firenze chewed over her fruit, the Akalak watched out of his peripheral vision. By his estimation, Kechaiya was exceptionally skilled at what she did. Her fingers moved with a combination of grace and precision that earned respect on the part of the Akalak. In fact, if ever he were in need of being stitched up, Dor'gen would have no qualms about seeking out this particular doctor. After all, her price was not excessive (by his estimation anyway) and she did an excellent job of saving Firenze's life. "By the way," he said, addressing his words to the dark-eyed doctor, "thank you for helping my friend. I don't know what we would've done if you weren't here. Thank you." With this, he also lowered his head respectfully for a tick.
Then came the inquiry of inquiries: why was Firenze naked?
This warranted a careful glance to the Kelvic, for Dor'gen was not exactly certain what Sunberth's take on the species was. However, due to the doctor's obvious foreignness, the Akalak did not think that it would hurt to divulge the information. Besides, if it came down to him having to face down slavers because of it...he knew exactly where to find the dark-eyed doctor. After all, this wasn't a Clinic or shop. This was the woman's personal residence. "She's a Kelvic." he said simply, electing to leave it at that. From that point, the next few chimes revolved around finalizing the treatment. Stitches were made, instructions were given regarding what to look for in infections, and final goodbyes were said. Firenze was, awkwardly, wrapped up in the Akalak's cloak once more before resuming her journey in his arms.
"You're going to have to tell me where you live. I'm flying blind here." he said, giving her a small smile.
NoteIn light of Kechaiya's retirement, I'm pushing the plot a little bit. Using logical conclusion and all that joy.
Word Count1,006
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