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It had taken a bit of creativity, but Imma had managed to sneak out of the manor without being seen. It was easier to slip away now that her sisters were in Colchis. She and her father were the only Leventis in the house now. He would be angry at her for not taking guards with her into the woods, but she got tired of them rolling their eyes and shuffling their feet while they waited for her to finish her painting. The young girl didn’t like being rushed, but she felt that way whenever she took them with her. She understood their boredom, but protecting the family was what they were paid for, and tedium was part of their jobs. If she was lucky, her father would never find out she was gone.
Imma decided not to take Tisavros this time, so that the horse’s absence would not alert anyone to her own. She did go out to to the stables and give him an apple before setting off for the forest. As she planned on sketching in a tree today, there was no reason to bring her easel, a large canvas, or paints. Her sketchbook and a box full of charcoal had been placed in a bag that now swung from her shoulder as she strolled into the woods, the green of her peplos blending in with the foliage.
On her last ride, she had found a small clearing with a pond full of clear blue water. There had been several birds that flew over it, occasionally diving beneath the surface and coming up with a wriggling fish. Taking a closer look, she had discovered that the pond was teeming with fish. There were also berry bushes growing around it in the tall grass. Today Imma planned to paint the pond and the birds … from a bird’s eye view.
As she neared the clearing, she began treading lightly upon the ground so that she would not disturb the birds. It was a good thing that she did because the area already had a visitor … a huge bear that was munching on the berries. Quietly removing her sketchbook and box of charcoal, she began to draw him, working quickly because at any moment he could wander away. At length he did just that, and Imma entered the area and looked for a tree with branches low enough for her to climb.
When she found one, she tucked her bag under the belt of her peplos so that it wouldn’t accidentally snag on anything. She had to jump to reach the branch, holding on while she moved her feet up the trunk so she could swing herself upon it. Then she stood up and started to climb higher until she reached a branch that she could easily sit on. Settling herself upon it and bracing her back against the bark of the trunk, she looked down. Dizziness assailed her, but it faded away as she became accustomed to the altitude.
Pulling out her sketchbook, she began to draw the pond. The birds had probably fled when they saw the bear, but soon they were back, soaring through the air on their beautiful wings. Imma often wondered what it would be like to have wings. Gliding in the sky seemed so effortless. But of course, humans would never be able to fly. The sun cast a dappled glow through the trees. Each time a bird dove under the water, the waves it made looked like rows of tiny glittering diamonds. What if they really were diamonds? The youngest of the famed Leventi sisters adored diamonds.
She began to hum a soft tune as she sketched. Though not as musically talented as Selene, she had a nice singing voice and had given in to a friend’s request to take singing lessons with her at the Scholeio. Her teachers claimed she had natural talent. All she needed to do was practice. Imma would much rather paint and sculpt, but she did like to sing when she sketched. The birds didn’t seem alarmed by the town and so she continued to hum. It wasn’t long before she was completely lost in her drawing and her happy tune that spun and danced through the air.
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It had taken a bit of creativity, but Imma had managed to sneak out of the manor without being seen. It was easier to slip away now that her sisters were in Colchis. She and her father were the only Leventis in the house now. He would be angry at her for not taking guards with her into the woods, but she got tired of them rolling their eyes and shuffling their feet while they waited for her to finish her painting. The young girl didn’t like being rushed, but she felt that way whenever she took them with her. She understood their boredom, but protecting the family was what they were paid for, and tedium was part of their jobs. If she was lucky, her father would never find out she was gone.
Imma decided not to take Tisavros this time, so that the horse’s absence would not alert anyone to her own. She did go out to to the stables and give him an apple before setting off for the forest. As she planned on sketching in a tree today, there was no reason to bring her easel, a large canvas, or paints. Her sketchbook and a box full of charcoal had been placed in a bag that now swung from her shoulder as she strolled into the woods, the green of her peplos blending in with the foliage.
On her last ride, she had found a small clearing with a pond full of clear blue water. There had been several birds that flew over it, occasionally diving beneath the surface and coming up with a wriggling fish. Taking a closer look, she had discovered that the pond was teeming with fish. There were also berry bushes growing around it in the tall grass. Today Imma planned to paint the pond and the birds … from a bird’s eye view.
As she neared the clearing, she began treading lightly upon the ground so that she would not disturb the birds. It was a good thing that she did because the area already had a visitor … a huge bear that was munching on the berries. Quietly removing her sketchbook and box of charcoal, she began to draw him, working quickly because at any moment he could wander away. At length he did just that, and Imma entered the area and looked for a tree with branches low enough for her to climb.
When she found one, she tucked her bag under the belt of her peplos so that it wouldn’t accidentally snag on anything. She had to jump to reach the branch, holding on while she moved her feet up the trunk so she could swing herself upon it. Then she stood up and started to climb higher until she reached a branch that she could easily sit on. Settling herself upon it and bracing her back against the bark of the trunk, she looked down. Dizziness assailed her, but it faded away as she became accustomed to the altitude.
Pulling out her sketchbook, she began to draw the pond. The birds had probably fled when they saw the bear, but soon they were back, soaring through the air on their beautiful wings. Imma often wondered what it would be like to have wings. Gliding in the sky seemed so effortless. But of course, humans would never be able to fly. The sun cast a dappled glow through the trees. Each time a bird dove under the water, the waves it made looked like rows of tiny glittering diamonds. What if they really were diamonds? The youngest of the famed Leventi sisters adored diamonds.
She began to hum a soft tune as she sketched. Though not as musically talented as Selene, she had a nice singing voice and had given in to a friend’s request to take singing lessons with her at the Scholeio. Her teachers claimed she had natural talent. All she needed to do was practice. Imma would much rather paint and sculpt, but she did like to sing when she sketched. The birds didn’t seem alarmed by the town and so she continued to hum. It wasn’t long before she was completely lost in her drawing and her happy tune that spun and danced through the air.
It had taken a bit of creativity, but Imma had managed to sneak out of the manor without being seen. It was easier to slip away now that her sisters were in Colchis. She and her father were the only Leventis in the house now. He would be angry at her for not taking guards with her into the woods, but she got tired of them rolling their eyes and shuffling their feet while they waited for her to finish her painting. The young girl didn’t like being rushed, but she felt that way whenever she took them with her. She understood their boredom, but protecting the family was what they were paid for, and tedium was part of their jobs. If she was lucky, her father would never find out she was gone.
Imma decided not to take Tisavros this time, so that the horse’s absence would not alert anyone to her own. She did go out to to the stables and give him an apple before setting off for the forest. As she planned on sketching in a tree today, there was no reason to bring her easel, a large canvas, or paints. Her sketchbook and a box full of charcoal had been placed in a bag that now swung from her shoulder as she strolled into the woods, the green of her peplos blending in with the foliage.
On her last ride, she had found a small clearing with a pond full of clear blue water. There had been several birds that flew over it, occasionally diving beneath the surface and coming up with a wriggling fish. Taking a closer look, she had discovered that the pond was teeming with fish. There were also berry bushes growing around it in the tall grass. Today Imma planned to paint the pond and the birds … from a bird’s eye view.
As she neared the clearing, she began treading lightly upon the ground so that she would not disturb the birds. It was a good thing that she did because the area already had a visitor … a huge bear that was munching on the berries. Quietly removing her sketchbook and box of charcoal, she began to draw him, working quickly because at any moment he could wander away. At length he did just that, and Imma entered the area and looked for a tree with branches low enough for her to climb.
When she found one, she tucked her bag under the belt of her peplos so that it wouldn’t accidentally snag on anything. She had to jump to reach the branch, holding on while she moved her feet up the trunk so she could swing herself upon it. Then she stood up and started to climb higher until she reached a branch that she could easily sit on. Settling herself upon it and bracing her back against the bark of the trunk, she looked down. Dizziness assailed her, but it faded away as she became accustomed to the altitude.
Pulling out her sketchbook, she began to draw the pond. The birds had probably fled when they saw the bear, but soon they were back, soaring through the air on their beautiful wings. Imma often wondered what it would be like to have wings. Gliding in the sky seemed so effortless. But of course, humans would never be able to fly. The sun cast a dappled glow through the trees. Each time a bird dove under the water, the waves it made looked like rows of tiny glittering diamonds. What if they really were diamonds? The youngest of the famed Leventi sisters adored diamonds.
She began to hum a soft tune as she sketched. Though not as musically talented as Selene, she had a nice singing voice and had given in to a friend’s request to take singing lessons with her at the Scholeio. Her teachers claimed she had natural talent. All she needed to do was practice. Imma would much rather paint and sculpt, but she did like to sing when she sketched. The birds didn’t seem alarmed by the town and so she continued to hum. It wasn’t long before she was completely lost in her drawing and her happy tune that spun and danced through the air.
Kyros always found a certain peace in the woodlands of Taengea. The city of Vasiliadon was much busier and noisier than he would have liked. He’d been raised in a silent life, a simple life. One of black and white. Things were one way or the other. There was no in between. But since he had been ostracized from the Creed, Kyros had been seeing certain things in a different light. Not necessarily one that he liked. So, the mercenary spent many hours in the quiet wood, practicing with his blades in the mornings, gathering herbs for his healing concoctions and his poisons. He’d even found a small pond where he could bathe and catch freshwater fish; he often built a small fire not far from the little pond and roasted his catch for a midday meal. It was with this latter intent that Kyros set off for his little pond – for as far as he knew, no one else ever visited the spot – after hours of working through his fighting routines since before dawn.
Kyros moved silently through the wood, as he was trained, with not even a rustling of leaves or a snapping of a twig to mark his passing, and he paused a few times to harvest wild herbs he found along the way. As he neared the clearing, his keen ears picked up on a soft melodic sound coming from up ahead. Eyes narrowed suspiciously, he dropped into a crouch as he continued forward. Keeping to the shadows of the tree line, the cautious mercenary sought a position that would allow him a clear view of the clearing and the pond. By now he could tell the sound had indeed not been the call of the birds flying about, but that of a human voice. For a moment he could not discern the location of the perpetrator, but a movement in an unlikely place soon caught his observant gaze.
Kyros cocked his head to the side with a curious and intrigued look on his face as he watched the figure in the tree. It was a woman, a rather young-looking woman, and she appeared to be lost in concentration as she wiled away at something in her lap. And that tune… it was sweet and slow, and soft enough to not disturb the wildlife in and around the glade. What was she doing in the tree? Was that a… drawing pad she held in her hands? Curious, Kyros carefully and silently made his way around the perimeter of the glade, and closer to the girl in the tree.
Finding a comfortable spot, Kyros lurked in the shadows, watching her hands fly across the page and listened to her aimless song. While the bustle of the city life was not his comfort zone, Kyros had found he rather liked music. He liked the colorful works of art he came across. He sat there for a long while, as lost in her song as she was in her art. Not sure how much time had passed, but his leg began to cramp and go numb from being immobile too long. He pushed himself to his feet, but he lost his footing and stumbled, crashing noisily through the bush at the base of her tree.
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Kyros always found a certain peace in the woodlands of Taengea. The city of Vasiliadon was much busier and noisier than he would have liked. He’d been raised in a silent life, a simple life. One of black and white. Things were one way or the other. There was no in between. But since he had been ostracized from the Creed, Kyros had been seeing certain things in a different light. Not necessarily one that he liked. So, the mercenary spent many hours in the quiet wood, practicing with his blades in the mornings, gathering herbs for his healing concoctions and his poisons. He’d even found a small pond where he could bathe and catch freshwater fish; he often built a small fire not far from the little pond and roasted his catch for a midday meal. It was with this latter intent that Kyros set off for his little pond – for as far as he knew, no one else ever visited the spot – after hours of working through his fighting routines since before dawn.
Kyros moved silently through the wood, as he was trained, with not even a rustling of leaves or a snapping of a twig to mark his passing, and he paused a few times to harvest wild herbs he found along the way. As he neared the clearing, his keen ears picked up on a soft melodic sound coming from up ahead. Eyes narrowed suspiciously, he dropped into a crouch as he continued forward. Keeping to the shadows of the tree line, the cautious mercenary sought a position that would allow him a clear view of the clearing and the pond. By now he could tell the sound had indeed not been the call of the birds flying about, but that of a human voice. For a moment he could not discern the location of the perpetrator, but a movement in an unlikely place soon caught his observant gaze.
Kyros cocked his head to the side with a curious and intrigued look on his face as he watched the figure in the tree. It was a woman, a rather young-looking woman, and she appeared to be lost in concentration as she wiled away at something in her lap. And that tune… it was sweet and slow, and soft enough to not disturb the wildlife in and around the glade. What was she doing in the tree? Was that a… drawing pad she held in her hands? Curious, Kyros carefully and silently made his way around the perimeter of the glade, and closer to the girl in the tree.
Finding a comfortable spot, Kyros lurked in the shadows, watching her hands fly across the page and listened to her aimless song. While the bustle of the city life was not his comfort zone, Kyros had found he rather liked music. He liked the colorful works of art he came across. He sat there for a long while, as lost in her song as she was in her art. Not sure how much time had passed, but his leg began to cramp and go numb from being immobile too long. He pushed himself to his feet, but he lost his footing and stumbled, crashing noisily through the bush at the base of her tree.
Kyros always found a certain peace in the woodlands of Taengea. The city of Vasiliadon was much busier and noisier than he would have liked. He’d been raised in a silent life, a simple life. One of black and white. Things were one way or the other. There was no in between. But since he had been ostracized from the Creed, Kyros had been seeing certain things in a different light. Not necessarily one that he liked. So, the mercenary spent many hours in the quiet wood, practicing with his blades in the mornings, gathering herbs for his healing concoctions and his poisons. He’d even found a small pond where he could bathe and catch freshwater fish; he often built a small fire not far from the little pond and roasted his catch for a midday meal. It was with this latter intent that Kyros set off for his little pond – for as far as he knew, no one else ever visited the spot – after hours of working through his fighting routines since before dawn.
Kyros moved silently through the wood, as he was trained, with not even a rustling of leaves or a snapping of a twig to mark his passing, and he paused a few times to harvest wild herbs he found along the way. As he neared the clearing, his keen ears picked up on a soft melodic sound coming from up ahead. Eyes narrowed suspiciously, he dropped into a crouch as he continued forward. Keeping to the shadows of the tree line, the cautious mercenary sought a position that would allow him a clear view of the clearing and the pond. By now he could tell the sound had indeed not been the call of the birds flying about, but that of a human voice. For a moment he could not discern the location of the perpetrator, but a movement in an unlikely place soon caught his observant gaze.
Kyros cocked his head to the side with a curious and intrigued look on his face as he watched the figure in the tree. It was a woman, a rather young-looking woman, and she appeared to be lost in concentration as she wiled away at something in her lap. And that tune… it was sweet and slow, and soft enough to not disturb the wildlife in and around the glade. What was she doing in the tree? Was that a… drawing pad she held in her hands? Curious, Kyros carefully and silently made his way around the perimeter of the glade, and closer to the girl in the tree.
Finding a comfortable spot, Kyros lurked in the shadows, watching her hands fly across the page and listened to her aimless song. While the bustle of the city life was not his comfort zone, Kyros had found he rather liked music. He liked the colorful works of art he came across. He sat there for a long while, as lost in her song as she was in her art. Not sure how much time had passed, but his leg began to cramp and go numb from being immobile too long. He pushed himself to his feet, but he lost his footing and stumbled, crashing noisily through the bush at the base of her tree.
Imma’s mind wandered in a million different directions while she sang and sketched, but it finally settled on the subject of freedom. The birds winging through the air answered to nobody. They could do whatever they wanted whenever it pleased them. Yes, they were driven by hunger to the pond, but they could eat whenever they wished. All wild animals had that kind of liberty, even the huge bear. They didn’t have to obey their parents or only go riding in the company of guards. No one told them what to do.
The young blonde certainly didn’t want to turn into a wild animal, but she did long for freedom. She was quite content sitting up in the tree and drawing, but what was going to happen when she got home? Was her father going to scold her for riding alone? Imma hated disappointing him, but she had simply not been able to resist temptation today.
If she had been born a boy, then she would be able to do more on her own. As it was, she knew she must grab every moment she could for herself because one day she would have to marry and her husband would most likely be a powerful and influential lord who expected his wife to act with decorum. Climbing trees and rooftops would be out of the question.
It was doubtful she would marry a prince or a king. Two of her sisters had already done it, and another was about to be betrothed to the crown prince of Colchis. But she might wed the heir of a royal house or a barony. She didn’t envy her sisters for being in the public eye all the time, no matter how much prestige they had gained. They had to watch everything they did or said, especially Theo, who was now Queen. Did she miss being able to enjoy a bit of stolen freedom or was she content with her duties and obligations?
Independence was fleeting for every young woman. They became wives, then mothers, and they raised their children and ran their households until they got old and died. Imma wanted to marry and have children, but she wanted more out of life than just that. She was determined to continue her painting and sculpting no matter whether her husband disapproved or not. Luckily, she didn’t have to worry about husbands quite yet. Both Selene and Nana would marry first. She still had …
CRASH!
Startled at the sudden noise, Imma jumped, which disturbed her perch upon the branch. As she struggled to regain her balance, her charcoal and her sketchbook flew from her hands. Reaching up, she tried to grab the branch above her but missed. With a little cry, she tumbled from the tree and hurtled toward the ground. Bracing herself for a hard impact, she was further shocked when she landed on something warm and supple. The breath whooshed out of her and she lay there for a moment, wondering what had broken her fall.
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Imma’s mind wandered in a million different directions while she sang and sketched, but it finally settled on the subject of freedom. The birds winging through the air answered to nobody. They could do whatever they wanted whenever it pleased them. Yes, they were driven by hunger to the pond, but they could eat whenever they wished. All wild animals had that kind of liberty, even the huge bear. They didn’t have to obey their parents or only go riding in the company of guards. No one told them what to do.
The young blonde certainly didn’t want to turn into a wild animal, but she did long for freedom. She was quite content sitting up in the tree and drawing, but what was going to happen when she got home? Was her father going to scold her for riding alone? Imma hated disappointing him, but she had simply not been able to resist temptation today.
If she had been born a boy, then she would be able to do more on her own. As it was, she knew she must grab every moment she could for herself because one day she would have to marry and her husband would most likely be a powerful and influential lord who expected his wife to act with decorum. Climbing trees and rooftops would be out of the question.
It was doubtful she would marry a prince or a king. Two of her sisters had already done it, and another was about to be betrothed to the crown prince of Colchis. But she might wed the heir of a royal house or a barony. She didn’t envy her sisters for being in the public eye all the time, no matter how much prestige they had gained. They had to watch everything they did or said, especially Theo, who was now Queen. Did she miss being able to enjoy a bit of stolen freedom or was she content with her duties and obligations?
Independence was fleeting for every young woman. They became wives, then mothers, and they raised their children and ran their households until they got old and died. Imma wanted to marry and have children, but she wanted more out of life than just that. She was determined to continue her painting and sculpting no matter whether her husband disapproved or not. Luckily, she didn’t have to worry about husbands quite yet. Both Selene and Nana would marry first. She still had …
CRASH!
Startled at the sudden noise, Imma jumped, which disturbed her perch upon the branch. As she struggled to regain her balance, her charcoal and her sketchbook flew from her hands. Reaching up, she tried to grab the branch above her but missed. With a little cry, she tumbled from the tree and hurtled toward the ground. Bracing herself for a hard impact, she was further shocked when she landed on something warm and supple. The breath whooshed out of her and she lay there for a moment, wondering what had broken her fall.
Imma’s mind wandered in a million different directions while she sang and sketched, but it finally settled on the subject of freedom. The birds winging through the air answered to nobody. They could do whatever they wanted whenever it pleased them. Yes, they were driven by hunger to the pond, but they could eat whenever they wished. All wild animals had that kind of liberty, even the huge bear. They didn’t have to obey their parents or only go riding in the company of guards. No one told them what to do.
The young blonde certainly didn’t want to turn into a wild animal, but she did long for freedom. She was quite content sitting up in the tree and drawing, but what was going to happen when she got home? Was her father going to scold her for riding alone? Imma hated disappointing him, but she had simply not been able to resist temptation today.
If she had been born a boy, then she would be able to do more on her own. As it was, she knew she must grab every moment she could for herself because one day she would have to marry and her husband would most likely be a powerful and influential lord who expected his wife to act with decorum. Climbing trees and rooftops would be out of the question.
It was doubtful she would marry a prince or a king. Two of her sisters had already done it, and another was about to be betrothed to the crown prince of Colchis. But she might wed the heir of a royal house or a barony. She didn’t envy her sisters for being in the public eye all the time, no matter how much prestige they had gained. They had to watch everything they did or said, especially Theo, who was now Queen. Did she miss being able to enjoy a bit of stolen freedom or was she content with her duties and obligations?
Independence was fleeting for every young woman. They became wives, then mothers, and they raised their children and ran their households until they got old and died. Imma wanted to marry and have children, but she wanted more out of life than just that. She was determined to continue her painting and sculpting no matter whether her husband disapproved or not. Luckily, she didn’t have to worry about husbands quite yet. Both Selene and Nana would marry first. She still had …
CRASH!
Startled at the sudden noise, Imma jumped, which disturbed her perch upon the branch. As she struggled to regain her balance, her charcoal and her sketchbook flew from her hands. Reaching up, she tried to grab the branch above her but missed. With a little cry, she tumbled from the tree and hurtled toward the ground. Bracing herself for a hard impact, she was further shocked when she landed on something warm and supple. The breath whooshed out of her and she lay there for a moment, wondering what had broken her fall.
Kyros rolled so he could look up at the sound of the startled cry and crashing of branches, just in time to brace himself for the impact of the girl landing on top of him! The impact knocked the breath from his lungs, and the groan the escaped him seemed deflated without the breath required for sound. For a solid minute, he was sure she’d cracked his ribs – just what he didn’t need, to be bedridden for a second time this year from broken ribs. But as his breath returned and the initial shock of the impact subsided, he realized that the girl hadn’t broken any of his bones after all. At least there was that.
”That hurt.” he managed, still a struggling a little to get a full breath in. Kyros wrapped his left arm around the girl and rolled to the in that direction so that now she was the one laying on the ground. He propped himself up as he looked down and saw her face up close for the first time. He paused as he held himself up by his elbow, hovering over her… surprised by how young she looked. He cleared his throat after a moment and pushed away from her and into a sitting position. ”If you are going to climb trees, perhaps you should learn not to fall out of them.” His tone was not one that indicated he thought he was better than her. No, it was simply a statement of fact. Don’t climb a tree if you can’t hold your position even when startled. ”You could have broken something.” Kyros got to his feet, dusting off the dirt, grass, and leaves from his tunic and trousers and taking a moment to check that his daggers were still in place at his hips. Then he held out a hand in offer to help the girl to her feet.
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Kyros rolled so he could look up at the sound of the startled cry and crashing of branches, just in time to brace himself for the impact of the girl landing on top of him! The impact knocked the breath from his lungs, and the groan the escaped him seemed deflated without the breath required for sound. For a solid minute, he was sure she’d cracked his ribs – just what he didn’t need, to be bedridden for a second time this year from broken ribs. But as his breath returned and the initial shock of the impact subsided, he realized that the girl hadn’t broken any of his bones after all. At least there was that.
”That hurt.” he managed, still a struggling a little to get a full breath in. Kyros wrapped his left arm around the girl and rolled to the in that direction so that now she was the one laying on the ground. He propped himself up as he looked down and saw her face up close for the first time. He paused as he held himself up by his elbow, hovering over her… surprised by how young she looked. He cleared his throat after a moment and pushed away from her and into a sitting position. ”If you are going to climb trees, perhaps you should learn not to fall out of them.” His tone was not one that indicated he thought he was better than her. No, it was simply a statement of fact. Don’t climb a tree if you can’t hold your position even when startled. ”You could have broken something.” Kyros got to his feet, dusting off the dirt, grass, and leaves from his tunic and trousers and taking a moment to check that his daggers were still in place at his hips. Then he held out a hand in offer to help the girl to her feet.
Kyros rolled so he could look up at the sound of the startled cry and crashing of branches, just in time to brace himself for the impact of the girl landing on top of him! The impact knocked the breath from his lungs, and the groan the escaped him seemed deflated without the breath required for sound. For a solid minute, he was sure she’d cracked his ribs – just what he didn’t need, to be bedridden for a second time this year from broken ribs. But as his breath returned and the initial shock of the impact subsided, he realized that the girl hadn’t broken any of his bones after all. At least there was that.
”That hurt.” he managed, still a struggling a little to get a full breath in. Kyros wrapped his left arm around the girl and rolled to the in that direction so that now she was the one laying on the ground. He propped himself up as he looked down and saw her face up close for the first time. He paused as he held himself up by his elbow, hovering over her… surprised by how young she looked. He cleared his throat after a moment and pushed away from her and into a sitting position. ”If you are going to climb trees, perhaps you should learn not to fall out of them.” His tone was not one that indicated he thought he was better than her. No, it was simply a statement of fact. Don’t climb a tree if you can’t hold your position even when startled. ”You could have broken something.” Kyros got to his feet, dusting off the dirt, grass, and leaves from his tunic and trousers and taking a moment to check that his daggers were still in place at his hips. Then he held out a hand in offer to help the girl to her feet.
A stifled groan told Imma exactly what … or more appropriately, who … had broken her fall, She had landed on a man! Mother will kill me if she finds out! She should probably roll off of him, but she was too breathless to move. Pain insinuated itself into her brain. It was coming from her ankle. She could move it so it was not broken, but she wasn’t going to be able to climb back up the tree today. No matter how pleasant it felt to lie on this clumsy man, he had ruined her drawing session. Her biggest concern was now how to get home with a bad ankle. The walk to the clearing had been quite long.
”That hurt.”
“No kidding,” she replied, unable to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. She would have said more but he suddenly rolled her over. Now he was on top of her, though his weight did not bear down on her. He had propped himself up on his elbows, presumably so that he could study her face. Did he like what he saw? Color blossomed across Imma’s cheeks but she did not avert her eyes and scrutinized him too. He was very handsome, with dark hair and striking gray eyes. At least I didn’t fall on an ugly one.
A faint smile turned up the corners of her lips just before he pushed away … he was muscular too! … until he was sitting beside her. Imma sat up as well. The young man was dressed simply, a commoner most likely. If she was fortunate, he would have no idea who she was and they could go their separate ways if her ankle allowed it.
”If you are going to climb trees, perhaps you should learn not to fall out of them. You could have broken something.”
He did not speak to her in a scolding tone, but she bristled at his advice. “I wouldn’t have fallen if you had not run into the bush beside it. Perhaps you should learn to watch where you’re going.” Her voice was as neutral as his, free of scorn and facetiousness.
Imma watched as he stood and brushed himself off. He was quite tall. And he was armed. She doubted he was a hunter, as he had no bow. People didn’t usually hunt with daggers. Was he a thief … or worse yet … a kidnapper? She looked at the hand he held out to her, ultimately deciding to take it. The ache in her ankle was intensifying. It was possible she couldn’t stand on her own.
Using his hand for balance, Imma gracefully rose to her feet, but as soon as her injured ankle hit the ground, she hissed and fell back down again, this time on her backside. She could see her sketchbook and piece of charcoal nestled among the leaves. “I … I think I might have twisted my ankle,” she said softly. Even the smallest twitch was agonizing. It was swelling too, and turning a weird shade of purple. Her sandal was gone. It must have come off when she fell.
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A stifled groan told Imma exactly what … or more appropriately, who … had broken her fall, She had landed on a man! Mother will kill me if she finds out! She should probably roll off of him, but she was too breathless to move. Pain insinuated itself into her brain. It was coming from her ankle. She could move it so it was not broken, but she wasn’t going to be able to climb back up the tree today. No matter how pleasant it felt to lie on this clumsy man, he had ruined her drawing session. Her biggest concern was now how to get home with a bad ankle. The walk to the clearing had been quite long.
”That hurt.”
“No kidding,” she replied, unable to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. She would have said more but he suddenly rolled her over. Now he was on top of her, though his weight did not bear down on her. He had propped himself up on his elbows, presumably so that he could study her face. Did he like what he saw? Color blossomed across Imma’s cheeks but she did not avert her eyes and scrutinized him too. He was very handsome, with dark hair and striking gray eyes. At least I didn’t fall on an ugly one.
A faint smile turned up the corners of her lips just before he pushed away … he was muscular too! … until he was sitting beside her. Imma sat up as well. The young man was dressed simply, a commoner most likely. If she was fortunate, he would have no idea who she was and they could go their separate ways if her ankle allowed it.
”If you are going to climb trees, perhaps you should learn not to fall out of them. You could have broken something.”
He did not speak to her in a scolding tone, but she bristled at his advice. “I wouldn’t have fallen if you had not run into the bush beside it. Perhaps you should learn to watch where you’re going.” Her voice was as neutral as his, free of scorn and facetiousness.
Imma watched as he stood and brushed himself off. He was quite tall. And he was armed. She doubted he was a hunter, as he had no bow. People didn’t usually hunt with daggers. Was he a thief … or worse yet … a kidnapper? She looked at the hand he held out to her, ultimately deciding to take it. The ache in her ankle was intensifying. It was possible she couldn’t stand on her own.
Using his hand for balance, Imma gracefully rose to her feet, but as soon as her injured ankle hit the ground, she hissed and fell back down again, this time on her backside. She could see her sketchbook and piece of charcoal nestled among the leaves. “I … I think I might have twisted my ankle,” she said softly. Even the smallest twitch was agonizing. It was swelling too, and turning a weird shade of purple. Her sandal was gone. It must have come off when she fell.
A stifled groan told Imma exactly what … or more appropriately, who … had broken her fall, She had landed on a man! Mother will kill me if she finds out! She should probably roll off of him, but she was too breathless to move. Pain insinuated itself into her brain. It was coming from her ankle. She could move it so it was not broken, but she wasn’t going to be able to climb back up the tree today. No matter how pleasant it felt to lie on this clumsy man, he had ruined her drawing session. Her biggest concern was now how to get home with a bad ankle. The walk to the clearing had been quite long.
”That hurt.”
“No kidding,” she replied, unable to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. She would have said more but he suddenly rolled her over. Now he was on top of her, though his weight did not bear down on her. He had propped himself up on his elbows, presumably so that he could study her face. Did he like what he saw? Color blossomed across Imma’s cheeks but she did not avert her eyes and scrutinized him too. He was very handsome, with dark hair and striking gray eyes. At least I didn’t fall on an ugly one.
A faint smile turned up the corners of her lips just before he pushed away … he was muscular too! … until he was sitting beside her. Imma sat up as well. The young man was dressed simply, a commoner most likely. If she was fortunate, he would have no idea who she was and they could go their separate ways if her ankle allowed it.
”If you are going to climb trees, perhaps you should learn not to fall out of them. You could have broken something.”
He did not speak to her in a scolding tone, but she bristled at his advice. “I wouldn’t have fallen if you had not run into the bush beside it. Perhaps you should learn to watch where you’re going.” Her voice was as neutral as his, free of scorn and facetiousness.
Imma watched as he stood and brushed himself off. He was quite tall. And he was armed. She doubted he was a hunter, as he had no bow. People didn’t usually hunt with daggers. Was he a thief … or worse yet … a kidnapper? She looked at the hand he held out to her, ultimately deciding to take it. The ache in her ankle was intensifying. It was possible she couldn’t stand on her own.
Using his hand for balance, Imma gracefully rose to her feet, but as soon as her injured ankle hit the ground, she hissed and fell back down again, this time on her backside. She could see her sketchbook and piece of charcoal nestled among the leaves. “I … I think I might have twisted my ankle,” she said softly. Even the smallest twitch was agonizing. It was swelling too, and turning a weird shade of purple. Her sandal was gone. It must have come off when she fell.
’I wouldn’t have fallen if you had not run into the bush beside it. Perhaps you should learn to watch where you’re going.’
Kyros paused in his movements to clear his clothes of debris and quirked a brow at the girl. He hadn’t expected her to mimic his flat tone or to shoot back with a barb of her own. She did not seem to be a timid girl, that was certain. He refocused on the task at hand as he replied, ”My foot had gone numb from sitting too long beneath the tree you were perched in.” It was not meant to sound creepy or flattering. It was simply a statement of fact, much like his advice about climbing the tree in the first place.
He gripped her hand firmly in his when she accepted and pulled her to her feet. But as soon as he let go, she crumpled to the ground again. ’I…I think I might have twisted my ankle.’ Kyros let his head fall back, his face upturned toward the sky, and expelled a heavy breath tainted with annoyance. As he stared upwards, he noticed the supplies that were still stuck in the tree above them. His grey eyes narrowed as if the items offended him. Then he spotted a woman’s sandal caught on a twig about halfway down from the perch she’d chosen. That must be how she was hurt, because he had cushioned her landing. After a moment he returned his gaze to her and noticed the discoloration on the ankle she claimed was injured. He huffed again and bent to get a closer look. Silently, he felt the injury, gently lifting her leg. He was checking for broken bones. Finding none, he knelt on his knees and propped her foot on his leg. Kyros removed his linen tunic and proceeded to rip a long strip from the fabric. The muscles in his arms flexed as he tore the strong fabric, for it was a fairly newly acquired piece of clothing. ”I am going to wrap it. It might hurt, but you will need to stay still.” He met her eyes briefly before gripping her lower calf in his left hand, lifting her leg, and beginning to wrap the torn piece of his tunic around her foot and ankle to create a firm bandage. Usually, Kyros didn’t bother with helping people. But he had startled her out of the tree after taking pleasure in listening to her melodic voice. He supposed he should repay that somehow, right?
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’I wouldn’t have fallen if you had not run into the bush beside it. Perhaps you should learn to watch where you’re going.’
Kyros paused in his movements to clear his clothes of debris and quirked a brow at the girl. He hadn’t expected her to mimic his flat tone or to shoot back with a barb of her own. She did not seem to be a timid girl, that was certain. He refocused on the task at hand as he replied, ”My foot had gone numb from sitting too long beneath the tree you were perched in.” It was not meant to sound creepy or flattering. It was simply a statement of fact, much like his advice about climbing the tree in the first place.
He gripped her hand firmly in his when she accepted and pulled her to her feet. But as soon as he let go, she crumpled to the ground again. ’I…I think I might have twisted my ankle.’ Kyros let his head fall back, his face upturned toward the sky, and expelled a heavy breath tainted with annoyance. As he stared upwards, he noticed the supplies that were still stuck in the tree above them. His grey eyes narrowed as if the items offended him. Then he spotted a woman’s sandal caught on a twig about halfway down from the perch she’d chosen. That must be how she was hurt, because he had cushioned her landing. After a moment he returned his gaze to her and noticed the discoloration on the ankle she claimed was injured. He huffed again and bent to get a closer look. Silently, he felt the injury, gently lifting her leg. He was checking for broken bones. Finding none, he knelt on his knees and propped her foot on his leg. Kyros removed his linen tunic and proceeded to rip a long strip from the fabric. The muscles in his arms flexed as he tore the strong fabric, for it was a fairly newly acquired piece of clothing. ”I am going to wrap it. It might hurt, but you will need to stay still.” He met her eyes briefly before gripping her lower calf in his left hand, lifting her leg, and beginning to wrap the torn piece of his tunic around her foot and ankle to create a firm bandage. Usually, Kyros didn’t bother with helping people. But he had startled her out of the tree after taking pleasure in listening to her melodic voice. He supposed he should repay that somehow, right?
’I wouldn’t have fallen if you had not run into the bush beside it. Perhaps you should learn to watch where you’re going.’
Kyros paused in his movements to clear his clothes of debris and quirked a brow at the girl. He hadn’t expected her to mimic his flat tone or to shoot back with a barb of her own. She did not seem to be a timid girl, that was certain. He refocused on the task at hand as he replied, ”My foot had gone numb from sitting too long beneath the tree you were perched in.” It was not meant to sound creepy or flattering. It was simply a statement of fact, much like his advice about climbing the tree in the first place.
He gripped her hand firmly in his when she accepted and pulled her to her feet. But as soon as he let go, she crumpled to the ground again. ’I…I think I might have twisted my ankle.’ Kyros let his head fall back, his face upturned toward the sky, and expelled a heavy breath tainted with annoyance. As he stared upwards, he noticed the supplies that were still stuck in the tree above them. His grey eyes narrowed as if the items offended him. Then he spotted a woman’s sandal caught on a twig about halfway down from the perch she’d chosen. That must be how she was hurt, because he had cushioned her landing. After a moment he returned his gaze to her and noticed the discoloration on the ankle she claimed was injured. He huffed again and bent to get a closer look. Silently, he felt the injury, gently lifting her leg. He was checking for broken bones. Finding none, he knelt on his knees and propped her foot on his leg. Kyros removed his linen tunic and proceeded to rip a long strip from the fabric. The muscles in his arms flexed as he tore the strong fabric, for it was a fairly newly acquired piece of clothing. ”I am going to wrap it. It might hurt, but you will need to stay still.” He met her eyes briefly before gripping her lower calf in his left hand, lifting her leg, and beginning to wrap the torn piece of his tunic around her foot and ankle to create a firm bandage. Usually, Kyros didn’t bother with helping people. But he had startled her out of the tree after taking pleasure in listening to her melodic voice. He supposed he should repay that somehow, right?
Imma was quiet and unassuming, but when somebody insulted her family or herself, she could be quite sarcastic. This attractive young man believed it was her fault that she had fallen from the tree but she was absolutely positive that she would have remained on her perch if he had not startled her by crashing into the bushes. Therefore, he was to blame and she had no trouble telling him so.
Her sky blue eyes narrowed when he explained why he had stumbled. He had known that she was in the tree and he had sat underneath it for a long time. That sounded creepy to her. Why had he done it? Had he been waiting for her to come down so he could rob or abduct her? She didn’t look like a noble of royal blood wearing a simple peplos and no jewelry. Maybe he was a pirate and wanted to sell her into slavery, thinking her a young peasant girl. Or he knew who she was and planned on holding her for ransom.
Perhaps because of the pain in her ankle clouding her good sense, it didn’t occur to her that he might have been innocently enjoying her music.
He looked annoyed that she was injured. If you want to kidnap me now, you’ll have to carry me,Imma thought smugly through the haze of pain. But what if he decided she wasn’t worth the trouble and just left her in the forest alone? It could be hours before anyone discovered she was missing, hours that would creep by while she lay on the ground in agony. I don’t want him to go, even if he abducts me. At least my captor will be handsome.
The young man bent down and examined her ankle. Imma let out a breath she had not realized she had been holding. He was not going to abandon her. Brightly colored butterflies flitted in front of his eyes when he lifted her leg and felt for broken bones. “That hurts,” she whispered between gritted teeth. “Be careful!”
She felt as if she was about to pass out and she fought to remain conscious. How easy it would be to give into the encroaching darkness and be blissfully free from the throbbing pain in her ankle. But what would happen to her then? Would she wake up dead? Of course not. Nobody woke up dead. They just didn’t wake up at all.If I don’t faint, then I won’t have to worry about not waking up.
He knelt down and propped her foot on his leg. What was he going to do? Imma’s eyes widened and she nearly gasped when he pulled his tunic over his head. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his bare chest, admiring its fine muscular form. “Oooooh,” she breathed, momentarily forgetting the pain. She had seen bare chests before but never so close up. In fact, this was the first time she had ever been completely alone with a man.
Her handsome companion’s voice alerted her to the fact that she was staring. Moving her gaze back to his face, his eyes met hers and heat burned across her cheeks. The pain came rushing back as well. “I understand,” she whispered, lowering her eyes so she could watch as he bandaged her foot and ankle. At times it hurt so badly she gasped and at one point she shrieked in agony. Her foot was so swollen and bruised now it no longer resembled a part of her body. She was glad she couldn’t see it anymore, although its incessant throbbing wouldn’t let her forget it.
Finally he was done. Oddly enough, the pain had lessened a bit now that it was tightly bound. “It feels a little better now,” she remarked with a tilt of her head. “Thank you. Do you think I can stand on it now?”
There were a lot of questions she wanted to ask him, but that was the most important one.
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Imma was quiet and unassuming, but when somebody insulted her family or herself, she could be quite sarcastic. This attractive young man believed it was her fault that she had fallen from the tree but she was absolutely positive that she would have remained on her perch if he had not startled her by crashing into the bushes. Therefore, he was to blame and she had no trouble telling him so.
Her sky blue eyes narrowed when he explained why he had stumbled. He had known that she was in the tree and he had sat underneath it for a long time. That sounded creepy to her. Why had he done it? Had he been waiting for her to come down so he could rob or abduct her? She didn’t look like a noble of royal blood wearing a simple peplos and no jewelry. Maybe he was a pirate and wanted to sell her into slavery, thinking her a young peasant girl. Or he knew who she was and planned on holding her for ransom.
Perhaps because of the pain in her ankle clouding her good sense, it didn’t occur to her that he might have been innocently enjoying her music.
He looked annoyed that she was injured. If you want to kidnap me now, you’ll have to carry me,Imma thought smugly through the haze of pain. But what if he decided she wasn’t worth the trouble and just left her in the forest alone? It could be hours before anyone discovered she was missing, hours that would creep by while she lay on the ground in agony. I don’t want him to go, even if he abducts me. At least my captor will be handsome.
The young man bent down and examined her ankle. Imma let out a breath she had not realized she had been holding. He was not going to abandon her. Brightly colored butterflies flitted in front of his eyes when he lifted her leg and felt for broken bones. “That hurts,” she whispered between gritted teeth. “Be careful!”
She felt as if she was about to pass out and she fought to remain conscious. How easy it would be to give into the encroaching darkness and be blissfully free from the throbbing pain in her ankle. But what would happen to her then? Would she wake up dead? Of course not. Nobody woke up dead. They just didn’t wake up at all.If I don’t faint, then I won’t have to worry about not waking up.
He knelt down and propped her foot on his leg. What was he going to do? Imma’s eyes widened and she nearly gasped when he pulled his tunic over his head. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his bare chest, admiring its fine muscular form. “Oooooh,” she breathed, momentarily forgetting the pain. She had seen bare chests before but never so close up. In fact, this was the first time she had ever been completely alone with a man.
Her handsome companion’s voice alerted her to the fact that she was staring. Moving her gaze back to his face, his eyes met hers and heat burned across her cheeks. The pain came rushing back as well. “I understand,” she whispered, lowering her eyes so she could watch as he bandaged her foot and ankle. At times it hurt so badly she gasped and at one point she shrieked in agony. Her foot was so swollen and bruised now it no longer resembled a part of her body. She was glad she couldn’t see it anymore, although its incessant throbbing wouldn’t let her forget it.
Finally he was done. Oddly enough, the pain had lessened a bit now that it was tightly bound. “It feels a little better now,” she remarked with a tilt of her head. “Thank you. Do you think I can stand on it now?”
There were a lot of questions she wanted to ask him, but that was the most important one.
Imma was quiet and unassuming, but when somebody insulted her family or herself, she could be quite sarcastic. This attractive young man believed it was her fault that she had fallen from the tree but she was absolutely positive that she would have remained on her perch if he had not startled her by crashing into the bushes. Therefore, he was to blame and she had no trouble telling him so.
Her sky blue eyes narrowed when he explained why he had stumbled. He had known that she was in the tree and he had sat underneath it for a long time. That sounded creepy to her. Why had he done it? Had he been waiting for her to come down so he could rob or abduct her? She didn’t look like a noble of royal blood wearing a simple peplos and no jewelry. Maybe he was a pirate and wanted to sell her into slavery, thinking her a young peasant girl. Or he knew who she was and planned on holding her for ransom.
Perhaps because of the pain in her ankle clouding her good sense, it didn’t occur to her that he might have been innocently enjoying her music.
He looked annoyed that she was injured. If you want to kidnap me now, you’ll have to carry me,Imma thought smugly through the haze of pain. But what if he decided she wasn’t worth the trouble and just left her in the forest alone? It could be hours before anyone discovered she was missing, hours that would creep by while she lay on the ground in agony. I don’t want him to go, even if he abducts me. At least my captor will be handsome.
The young man bent down and examined her ankle. Imma let out a breath she had not realized she had been holding. He was not going to abandon her. Brightly colored butterflies flitted in front of his eyes when he lifted her leg and felt for broken bones. “That hurts,” she whispered between gritted teeth. “Be careful!”
She felt as if she was about to pass out and she fought to remain conscious. How easy it would be to give into the encroaching darkness and be blissfully free from the throbbing pain in her ankle. But what would happen to her then? Would she wake up dead? Of course not. Nobody woke up dead. They just didn’t wake up at all.If I don’t faint, then I won’t have to worry about not waking up.
He knelt down and propped her foot on his leg. What was he going to do? Imma’s eyes widened and she nearly gasped when he pulled his tunic over his head. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his bare chest, admiring its fine muscular form. “Oooooh,” she breathed, momentarily forgetting the pain. She had seen bare chests before but never so close up. In fact, this was the first time she had ever been completely alone with a man.
Her handsome companion’s voice alerted her to the fact that she was staring. Moving her gaze back to his face, his eyes met hers and heat burned across her cheeks. The pain came rushing back as well. “I understand,” she whispered, lowering her eyes so she could watch as he bandaged her foot and ankle. At times it hurt so badly she gasped and at one point she shrieked in agony. Her foot was so swollen and bruised now it no longer resembled a part of her body. She was glad she couldn’t see it anymore, although its incessant throbbing wouldn’t let her forget it.
Finally he was done. Oddly enough, the pain had lessened a bit now that it was tightly bound. “It feels a little better now,” she remarked with a tilt of her head. “Thank you. Do you think I can stand on it now?”
There were a lot of questions she wanted to ask him, but that was the most important one.
’It feels a little better now. Thank you. Do you thin I can stand on it now?”
Kyros shrugged as he gently set her foot on the ground so that he could get to his feet. The bandage made from bits of his shirt would help stabilize the joint but the swelling and pain would still be there. ”You could. But I would not recommend it.” He spoke matter of fact tone, almost dismissive. His focus was elsewhere as he was glancing around. Kyros know his plants, and he was certain there would be something in the vicinity that would help ease the discomfort so that she could use the injured appendage. There. His keen sight spotting the leaves of the herb he wanted. He drew a dagger and walked past the girl to the other side of the clearing. The mercenary bent low, grabbed a handful of the leaves, and deftly sliced through them, the muscles in his back and arms rippling as he moved in precise motions. He wiped the blade on his trousers and replaced it in the sheath on his belt.
Kyros returned to Imma, chewing on one of the leaves. He offered her a couple of the greens, ” Eat this. It will help with the pain and speed the healing.” It would also give the person that ate it a slight bit of a feeling of being high, but he didn’t tell her that. ”Eat enough of them and maybe you can walk home. Unless you just want to spend a night or two in the forest.” He smirked and lowered himself to sit a few feet from her. He’d come to this clearing to enjoy the natural surroundings and do some fishing in the small pond. He wasn’t about to let her interrupt his plans any further than she already had. He lay back to recline in the soft grass, folding an arm behind his head. The blades of grass tickled his bare back and sides a bit but he ignored the sensation.
At least she was pretty, even if she was clumsy. The added view of her in the clearing had him thinking of things he really shouldn’t. To distract himself, Kyros folded another of the oblong green leaves into his mouth. As he chewed, he eyed the items still stuck in the tree above him. ”Why were in the tree?” he asked impulsively.
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’It feels a little better now. Thank you. Do you thin I can stand on it now?”
Kyros shrugged as he gently set her foot on the ground so that he could get to his feet. The bandage made from bits of his shirt would help stabilize the joint but the swelling and pain would still be there. ”You could. But I would not recommend it.” He spoke matter of fact tone, almost dismissive. His focus was elsewhere as he was glancing around. Kyros know his plants, and he was certain there would be something in the vicinity that would help ease the discomfort so that she could use the injured appendage. There. His keen sight spotting the leaves of the herb he wanted. He drew a dagger and walked past the girl to the other side of the clearing. The mercenary bent low, grabbed a handful of the leaves, and deftly sliced through them, the muscles in his back and arms rippling as he moved in precise motions. He wiped the blade on his trousers and replaced it in the sheath on his belt.
Kyros returned to Imma, chewing on one of the leaves. He offered her a couple of the greens, ” Eat this. It will help with the pain and speed the healing.” It would also give the person that ate it a slight bit of a feeling of being high, but he didn’t tell her that. ”Eat enough of them and maybe you can walk home. Unless you just want to spend a night or two in the forest.” He smirked and lowered himself to sit a few feet from her. He’d come to this clearing to enjoy the natural surroundings and do some fishing in the small pond. He wasn’t about to let her interrupt his plans any further than she already had. He lay back to recline in the soft grass, folding an arm behind his head. The blades of grass tickled his bare back and sides a bit but he ignored the sensation.
At least she was pretty, even if she was clumsy. The added view of her in the clearing had him thinking of things he really shouldn’t. To distract himself, Kyros folded another of the oblong green leaves into his mouth. As he chewed, he eyed the items still stuck in the tree above him. ”Why were in the tree?” he asked impulsively.
’It feels a little better now. Thank you. Do you thin I can stand on it now?”
Kyros shrugged as he gently set her foot on the ground so that he could get to his feet. The bandage made from bits of his shirt would help stabilize the joint but the swelling and pain would still be there. ”You could. But I would not recommend it.” He spoke matter of fact tone, almost dismissive. His focus was elsewhere as he was glancing around. Kyros know his plants, and he was certain there would be something in the vicinity that would help ease the discomfort so that she could use the injured appendage. There. His keen sight spotting the leaves of the herb he wanted. He drew a dagger and walked past the girl to the other side of the clearing. The mercenary bent low, grabbed a handful of the leaves, and deftly sliced through them, the muscles in his back and arms rippling as he moved in precise motions. He wiped the blade on his trousers and replaced it in the sheath on his belt.
Kyros returned to Imma, chewing on one of the leaves. He offered her a couple of the greens, ” Eat this. It will help with the pain and speed the healing.” It would also give the person that ate it a slight bit of a feeling of being high, but he didn’t tell her that. ”Eat enough of them and maybe you can walk home. Unless you just want to spend a night or two in the forest.” He smirked and lowered himself to sit a few feet from her. He’d come to this clearing to enjoy the natural surroundings and do some fishing in the small pond. He wasn’t about to let her interrupt his plans any further than she already had. He lay back to recline in the soft grass, folding an arm behind his head. The blades of grass tickled his bare back and sides a bit but he ignored the sensation.
At least she was pretty, even if she was clumsy. The added view of her in the clearing had him thinking of things he really shouldn’t. To distract himself, Kyros folded another of the oblong green leaves into his mouth. As he chewed, he eyed the items still stuck in the tree above him. ”Why were in the tree?” he asked impulsively.
