Zi’da 2, Arc 716
Cabin in the Willow Woods, Outside of Ne'haer
“...Okay, I’ll take mild for the Naerikk. I’d compare myself more to an Ithecal. Now those are hot.” Avrae said after a moment of thought, playfully fanning himself with his hand. He had a thing for those half snake people. Particularly the males. Of course, it was just a fantasy- he couldn’t imagine ever dating one. Eyeing Caedhe for a moment, Avrae added with a smirk, “Or perhaps the Lothar.” Another subtle-not-so-subtle flirting attempt.
Drunk and escorting him home… “Do you make a habit of drinking until you need to be escorted?” Avrae teased. Thought he could imagine it, oddly enough. Caedhe stumbling, cuddled against his chest, his arms around Avrae’s waist, with Avrae’s arms around his shoulders and torso, carefully leading him down a city street late one night. It wasn’t as bad as Caedhe made it sound. “I always feel pretty manly when I drink. Alcohol brings courage.” He admitted absently, seriously mulling the idea over for a second, his mind wandering. I wonder if I have enough coin to buy a drink on the way home… though Ailluin won’t appreciate me getting drunk. I can hear her nitpicking now.
Avrae pulled himself out of his thoughts as Caedhe started to talk about his prey of the day, reaching for something- before promptly swearing. He couldn’t help but chuckle, watching the Lothar get all worked up. Reaching out, Avrae put a hot hand on Caedhe’s shoulder, smiling at him. “Oh, stop your whining. You’re as bad as I was when you flicked me. So… you’re a shitty hunter. You can’t be worse than I am.” Releasing him, he gestured to follow as he began trekking further into the woods, being as quiet as he could (though he kept stepping on twigs and leaves, making all kinds of crunching noises as they walked). “One time, my mentor Kabkadu tried to take me hunting. There was a baby deer, maybe just a few years old. Fuck. I got so excited to hunt it, that I whipped out my dagger and went running at it, screaming like a wild child. In my defense, I was nine, and thought hunting was much more violent than it actually is. Well… the mama deer turned at me and charged! Full on ran at me. I turned on my heels and started shrieking like it was a Lurker, running as fast as I could. Once I was far enough away from her baby, she turned back and the two disappeared into the woods. But when I returned to Kabkadu, he was so red in the face from laughter I started bawling, begging him to stop. I thought he would self combust!” He chuckled at the memory, shaking his head. “That was my first and last ever hunting attempt.”
Keeping his voice quiet as they moved, he looked back at Caedhe with a grin, “Think I’ll be chased by any more prey this time? If I am- I’m out of here. You can hunt by yourself. The animals out here aren’t worth my time if they’re going to chase me down with glowing red eyes.” The deer hadn’t had glowing red eyes, but there was nothing quite like the look of an angry, protective mother, even on an animal.