Timestamp: Winter 18, 511 AV
Location: The Veranda for Lunch
Time moved forward. Nothing really changed. Winter was a frozen time of solitude and inactivity. But for Kavala, it was a time to get work done she'd not have time to do in the spring when the horses were foaling out. Cows calved, goats kidded, and a whole host of new chickens sprang into being. Instead she was busy the whole winter hollowing out the chambers beneath Sanctuary and working almost by instinct to move her people into underground homes. Part of the drive was Eowe's attack. Kavala hadn't felt safe since, though she chalked the attack up to being her own fault and had carried a strong guilt associated with it with her ever since. It was her fault. And she tried to alleviate the guilt of stealing Cugacon's control by spending as much time with him as possible.
Sometimes she rode out on patrol with him. If he went hunting and the weather was such that she could go, she'd tag along unasked. Her excuses varied from working new horses, giving stallions fighting experience to simply needing to 'get away'.
When Cugacon had time to visit, or even when he stayed at Sanctuary, Kavala kept up her duty to him, pretending nothing had come of the aftermath of the Glassbeak attack. And sometimes when he woke her deep in the night and took her body violently leaving marks and bruises, wrapping his hands around her neck cutting off her hair or just smothering her with a pillow and crude laughter, she knew it wasn't Cugacon at all. She endured silently, no longer fighting with Eowe, because he'd guessed along the way probably listening to her with Cuga, that she wasn't going to tell his light brother. Often, deep in the night, Eowe would savagely call her a coward even as bloodied her sheets or dragged her by the hair onto the floor to service him like a slave would on her knees.
But Kavala was desperate for a semblance of normalcy even though it wasn't normal - not by a long shot - so she arranged luncheons, dinners, and activities between them as if they were actually dating or romancing each other. But it was taking its toll on her and she knew it.
Dark circles fell under her eyes and she'd switched her diet like she had for her first pregnancy and was eating a lot of raw seafood and kelp which she almost constantly craved. And repeatedly healing herself from Eowe was growing exhausting, though he seemed to keep the abuse to her upper torso, head, and limbs. Never once did he kick her or strike her in lower torso. And often he did the most outrageous things, stroking her stomach, calling her child his son, and then making her whore for him. Cuga was a lover. Eowe was a stud. There was a vast difference between the two and she knew which one was always touching her regardless of whether it was dark, she had been asleep, or if Eowe was pretending to be Cuga.
Kavala had reached her breaking point. Cugacon had to be told. And so she'd invited him for lunch, knowing he'd be by sooner or later anyhow, and was sitting nervously waiting. In fact, she was so nervous, she hadn't even made lunch having forgotten all about it being so worried about what she wanted to tell him.
Location: The Veranda for Lunch
Time moved forward. Nothing really changed. Winter was a frozen time of solitude and inactivity. But for Kavala, it was a time to get work done she'd not have time to do in the spring when the horses were foaling out. Cows calved, goats kidded, and a whole host of new chickens sprang into being. Instead she was busy the whole winter hollowing out the chambers beneath Sanctuary and working almost by instinct to move her people into underground homes. Part of the drive was Eowe's attack. Kavala hadn't felt safe since, though she chalked the attack up to being her own fault and had carried a strong guilt associated with it with her ever since. It was her fault. And she tried to alleviate the guilt of stealing Cugacon's control by spending as much time with him as possible.
Sometimes she rode out on patrol with him. If he went hunting and the weather was such that she could go, she'd tag along unasked. Her excuses varied from working new horses, giving stallions fighting experience to simply needing to 'get away'.
When Cugacon had time to visit, or even when he stayed at Sanctuary, Kavala kept up her duty to him, pretending nothing had come of the aftermath of the Glassbeak attack. And sometimes when he woke her deep in the night and took her body violently leaving marks and bruises, wrapping his hands around her neck cutting off her hair or just smothering her with a pillow and crude laughter, she knew it wasn't Cugacon at all. She endured silently, no longer fighting with Eowe, because he'd guessed along the way probably listening to her with Cuga, that she wasn't going to tell his light brother. Often, deep in the night, Eowe would savagely call her a coward even as bloodied her sheets or dragged her by the hair onto the floor to service him like a slave would on her knees.
But Kavala was desperate for a semblance of normalcy even though it wasn't normal - not by a long shot - so she arranged luncheons, dinners, and activities between them as if they were actually dating or romancing each other. But it was taking its toll on her and she knew it.
Dark circles fell under her eyes and she'd switched her diet like she had for her first pregnancy and was eating a lot of raw seafood and kelp which she almost constantly craved. And repeatedly healing herself from Eowe was growing exhausting, though he seemed to keep the abuse to her upper torso, head, and limbs. Never once did he kick her or strike her in lower torso. And often he did the most outrageous things, stroking her stomach, calling her child his son, and then making her whore for him. Cuga was a lover. Eowe was a stud. There was a vast difference between the two and she knew which one was always touching her regardless of whether it was dark, she had been asleep, or if Eowe was pretending to be Cuga.
Kavala had reached her breaking point. Cugacon had to be told. And so she'd invited him for lunch, knowing he'd be by sooner or later anyhow, and was sitting nervously waiting. In fact, she was so nervous, she hadn't even made lunch having forgotten all about it being so worried about what she wanted to tell him.
