The Konti stared as Riaris ended the fish’s lives quickly and effectively. He was so powerful. Her eyes swept his body and it was as if she were seeing him in a new light. Riaris wasn’t the largest nor the most muscled of his kind, but he was indeed built like the side of a castle. He was roughly Cugacon’s size too and that reminded her that it wasn’t her fault he’d been so angry that he’d beat her. It wasn’t Riaris’ fault that he was trying so hard to mediate issues between Kavala and Recoomas too. He was such a strong man, so big, but in the end all the strength in the world didn’t overcome spirit and the pride that drove ego. There was too much pride here, on all their parts, and Kavala knew it. She at least, would swallow hers, and make things as right as she could. She didn’t want Riaris or Recoomas hurt because of her, and she certainly didn’t want the two men to turn against each other.
“No. I refuse to let it be hard. If it’s hard it’s going to tear all three of us apart, but most importantly you and him. You two have come to far together to let a woman come between you. I mean that, Riaris. If being with me hurts him, then you’d best be alone or with someone who doesn’t hurt him. It can’t be you and I. It can only be us. You and I and him. Together. I didn’t understand it before, but I think I do now. I think your people – The Akalaks – aren’t thriving as well as they should because they forget that. You can’t live a separate life from him, Riaris. We can’t be together and he is alone. And he can’t be with someone and leave you alone. I see that now. I see that so clearly it makes me want to… “ She trailed off, swallowed, and looked at him with eyes that were clear of pain and simply full of conviction. “But there’s nothing I can do… and there is nothing you can do either. This won’t change until we all come around and find some middle ground. I want you to promise me, Riaris that you will try to make this work by not setting boundaries and limits and using phrases like you and I. We. There can only be a ‘we’ Riaris. All three of us.” Kavala said softly then turned to pick up the carcasses of the fish.
She took out a filet knife and carefully gutted and rinsed them in the ocean off the side of the catamaran. Then she beheaded them, filleted them out, and set then set them aside. The Healer dragged out a brazier, filled it full of coal from her bag in the lower berth, and took a few moments with flint and steel to get the coals lit. Then she stirred them up, hoping they’d all catch fire, and waited. The whole time she kept glancing at Riaris, wondering what he was thinking and wanting to say more to him. But all in all she decided that less was more and that he needed time to work things through in his head along with his brother more than she needed to say things and get them out in the open.
When the coals were burning good, Kavala propped the filets of tuna over the brazier full of coals to cook, mostly by the heat wafting off the coals and by the thick smoke rolling off the burning embers. As the fish started to cook, Kavala seasoned the meat with salt and pepper and found a lemon in her stores of fruit to cut open after pounding it whole on the deck. She squeezed either half partially on the tuna filets as they slowly smoked and set aside the rest of the citrus to use as a garnish when they ate.
The Konti gave Riaris plenty of time to process what she said, not forcing him further into the conversation. If he had something to say about it, then she was right there in the galley, but until then she’d let him think.
“No. I refuse to let it be hard. If it’s hard it’s going to tear all three of us apart, but most importantly you and him. You two have come to far together to let a woman come between you. I mean that, Riaris. If being with me hurts him, then you’d best be alone or with someone who doesn’t hurt him. It can’t be you and I. It can only be us. You and I and him. Together. I didn’t understand it before, but I think I do now. I think your people – The Akalaks – aren’t thriving as well as they should because they forget that. You can’t live a separate life from him, Riaris. We can’t be together and he is alone. And he can’t be with someone and leave you alone. I see that now. I see that so clearly it makes me want to… “ She trailed off, swallowed, and looked at him with eyes that were clear of pain and simply full of conviction. “But there’s nothing I can do… and there is nothing you can do either. This won’t change until we all come around and find some middle ground. I want you to promise me, Riaris that you will try to make this work by not setting boundaries and limits and using phrases like you and I. We. There can only be a ‘we’ Riaris. All three of us.” Kavala said softly then turned to pick up the carcasses of the fish.
She took out a filet knife and carefully gutted and rinsed them in the ocean off the side of the catamaran. Then she beheaded them, filleted them out, and set then set them aside. The Healer dragged out a brazier, filled it full of coal from her bag in the lower berth, and took a few moments with flint and steel to get the coals lit. Then she stirred them up, hoping they’d all catch fire, and waited. The whole time she kept glancing at Riaris, wondering what he was thinking and wanting to say more to him. But all in all she decided that less was more and that he needed time to work things through in his head along with his brother more than she needed to say things and get them out in the open.
When the coals were burning good, Kavala propped the filets of tuna over the brazier full of coals to cook, mostly by the heat wafting off the coals and by the thick smoke rolling off the burning embers. As the fish started to cook, Kavala seasoned the meat with salt and pepper and found a lemon in her stores of fruit to cut open after pounding it whole on the deck. She squeezed either half partially on the tuna filets as they slowly smoked and set aside the rest of the citrus to use as a garnish when they ate.
The Konti gave Riaris plenty of time to process what she said, not forcing him further into the conversation. If he had something to say about it, then she was right there in the galley, but until then she’d let him think.