When he pulled her close, Taylani did nothing to avoid the hug, leaning into his body her own arms raising instinctively to reciprocate the embrace. As wet as she was, it did not escape her notice that he was no more drier then she was. There was precious little body heat from either of them, the rain seeping the heat from their bodies as surely as it soaked them. Perhaps Fallan was right when he had said the gods had moved to put them into each other's lives. It certainly seemed serendipitous for him that this storm stirs up the day after the evening she decided to make her escape. This was not something that comforted Taylani.
She might have responded to his words, instinctively opening her mouth to give argument but his next words stopped her in her tracks. It might not have been his words that caused her to quiet, for she really didn't expect that he would have them stay out here in this rain or walk, but the way he had said them. He would not let her weasel out of riding the horse, he wouldn't take no for an answer this time, but she had never thought to tell him no. However the tone of his voice, something darker just beneath the surface, something unsaid unsettled her enough to where her expression is wary mingled with the fear that resided there.
When he cupped his hands she took only a moment of hesitation -only in deference to her ankle not in thoughts of disobedience- before her hands use his shoulders for balance and lifts her foot to slip into his hands. As he lifts, and she pulls up grunt is given, and a wince at the sharp twinge in her ankle letting her know that it is definitely twisted. Yet as soon as she settles onto the horse, this time relieved to find a grip on the Yvas that she could cling to.
A pitiful sight she must look, drenched and shivering, her face bearing small scratches as does her arms and legs from her short, ineffective flight. All she managed to do is to endanger both herself, and Fallan, and certainly would have made him angry. She avoided looking at him now, her head bowed, her tangled wet mass of hair not falling forward like it normally would, the knots and tangles keeping it back. The rain continued to beat down, regardless of her or his comfort, the lightening continued to race across the skies lighting up the plains with every rolling grumble.
What could she say to smooth things over? There was nothing to say, nothing to do. She had gambled and lost, and when he joins her onto the horse her body tenses only because of the tension in the air. She didn't fear him, he had never given her reason to fear for her physical safety. He had never beat her, or abused her other then the coerced copulation, but she still felt an undercurrent and it was that that she responded to. "You should have left me." She says flatly, though she could not and would not deny the relief that had flooded when she had seen him. She knew that relief was because of her body's weakness in it's desire to survive, no matter what condition, she knew this or rather thought she did. "You can buy another slave easily. Isn't that what you told me?"
She might have responded to his words, instinctively opening her mouth to give argument but his next words stopped her in her tracks. It might not have been his words that caused her to quiet, for she really didn't expect that he would have them stay out here in this rain or walk, but the way he had said them. He would not let her weasel out of riding the horse, he wouldn't take no for an answer this time, but she had never thought to tell him no. However the tone of his voice, something darker just beneath the surface, something unsaid unsettled her enough to where her expression is wary mingled with the fear that resided there.
When he cupped his hands she took only a moment of hesitation -only in deference to her ankle not in thoughts of disobedience- before her hands use his shoulders for balance and lifts her foot to slip into his hands. As he lifts, and she pulls up grunt is given, and a wince at the sharp twinge in her ankle letting her know that it is definitely twisted. Yet as soon as she settles onto the horse, this time relieved to find a grip on the Yvas that she could cling to.
A pitiful sight she must look, drenched and shivering, her face bearing small scratches as does her arms and legs from her short, ineffective flight. All she managed to do is to endanger both herself, and Fallan, and certainly would have made him angry. She avoided looking at him now, her head bowed, her tangled wet mass of hair not falling forward like it normally would, the knots and tangles keeping it back. The rain continued to beat down, regardless of her or his comfort, the lightening continued to race across the skies lighting up the plains with every rolling grumble.
What could she say to smooth things over? There was nothing to say, nothing to do. She had gambled and lost, and when he joins her onto the horse her body tenses only because of the tension in the air. She didn't fear him, he had never given her reason to fear for her physical safety. He had never beat her, or abused her other then the coerced copulation, but she still felt an undercurrent and it was that that she responded to. "You should have left me." She says flatly, though she could not and would not deny the relief that had flooded when she had seen him. She knew that relief was because of her body's weakness in it's desire to survive, no matter what condition, she knew this or rather thought she did. "You can buy another slave easily. Isn't that what you told me?"
