50th day of Ashan, 714
“I think I’m going to finally go for it.”
A sheepish young women whispered as she approached another young women who was diligently weaving a basket under the shade of a tree. The basket weaver raised an eyebrow at the statement and looked generally unimpressed.
“Really? or are you going to chicken out again.”
“No, This time I’ll get him to notice me.”
“Ceh’ve..I feel a sudden feeling of de ja vu” The basket weaver chuckled mockingly as she slowly shook her head.
“But I mean it, Ti’niva should be all alone this time!” The young girl Ceh’ve stopped her foot with determination.
From the tree tops above, Niv’s ears perked up at the mention of her beloved Ti’niva and she nearly choked on the ant she shoved into her mouth moments before.
How dare this girl think she could steal her man? who does she think she is?
The more The tunawa thought about it, the more she seethed with rage. She calmed herself with deep breaths and tried to keep herself from jumping to conclusions. This silly girl just didn’t know that Ti’niva already had a special flower, an easy problem to solve.
“We’ll why are you talking to me for go get him girl!” The basket weaver chuckled warmly as she shooed Ceh’ve towards the forest.
“I’m going I’m going!”
Niv got on her knees and looked down at the conversation only to realize she was too late, this girl was already on her way to disturb poor Ti’niva with her nonsense. She pounded her tiny fist into the tree branch before springing to action.
Ceh’ve power walked through the woods with a determined frown, She was a women on a mission. Every other attempt Ceh’ve had made fell apart quickly and she wasn’t even sure the hunter knew who she was. She couldn’t think that now, nor could she dwell on the fact that she’d been practically stalking him since child hood. Of course the poor sev'ryn girl did, since her self doubt was a formidable beast her will was unable to slay.
The dreaded butterflies of doubt caught up to her quickly and she stopped to take a break on a fallen tree stump to regain her composure. This gave Niv a chance to catch up to her unsuspecting prey and feed the flame.
“Who is there?” Niv forcefully lowered her high vocal range into a deeper male sounding voice. She did her best to throw this masculine tenor so that it appeared to be hidden nearby.
Ceh’ve jolted to attention and held her breath for a moment before hesitantly responding.
“Sorry its just me,” A bead of sweat trickled down her worried face and her mind was so jumbled she nearly forgot her own name. “Ceh’ve.”
“Oh its you, That girl thats been following me.” Niv said with a sly smirk as she did her best to hold back her amusement.
“Pardon..” Ceh’ve’s eyes widened in horror and she tensed up into a statue as her mind went to the darkest of places.
“Yah I’m Ti’niva the boy you follow all the time. You should find other boy to follow because I already have a special flower and she's cuter than you.” Niv brushed a stray vine from her face with a smug glare down at the girl.
Ceh’ve chocked on her own words and stumbled away to keep herself from crying, Mission accomplished.
Art credit to Kidchan
“I think I’m going to finally go for it.”
A sheepish young women whispered as she approached another young women who was diligently weaving a basket under the shade of a tree. The basket weaver raised an eyebrow at the statement and looked generally unimpressed.
“Really? or are you going to chicken out again.”
“No, This time I’ll get him to notice me.”
“Ceh’ve..I feel a sudden feeling of de ja vu” The basket weaver chuckled mockingly as she slowly shook her head.
“But I mean it, Ti’niva should be all alone this time!” The young girl Ceh’ve stopped her foot with determination.
From the tree tops above, Niv’s ears perked up at the mention of her beloved Ti’niva and she nearly choked on the ant she shoved into her mouth moments before.
How dare this girl think she could steal her man? who does she think she is?
The more The tunawa thought about it, the more she seethed with rage. She calmed herself with deep breaths and tried to keep herself from jumping to conclusions. This silly girl just didn’t know that Ti’niva already had a special flower, an easy problem to solve.
“We’ll why are you talking to me for go get him girl!” The basket weaver chuckled warmly as she shooed Ceh’ve towards the forest.
“I’m going I’m going!”
Niv got on her knees and looked down at the conversation only to realize she was too late, this girl was already on her way to disturb poor Ti’niva with her nonsense. She pounded her tiny fist into the tree branch before springing to action.
Ceh’ve power walked through the woods with a determined frown, She was a women on a mission. Every other attempt Ceh’ve had made fell apart quickly and she wasn’t even sure the hunter knew who she was. She couldn’t think that now, nor could she dwell on the fact that she’d been practically stalking him since child hood. Of course the poor sev'ryn girl did, since her self doubt was a formidable beast her will was unable to slay.
The dreaded butterflies of doubt caught up to her quickly and she stopped to take a break on a fallen tree stump to regain her composure. This gave Niv a chance to catch up to her unsuspecting prey and feed the flame.
“Who is there?” Niv forcefully lowered her high vocal range into a deeper male sounding voice. She did her best to throw this masculine tenor so that it appeared to be hidden nearby.
Ceh’ve jolted to attention and held her breath for a moment before hesitantly responding.
“Sorry its just me,” A bead of sweat trickled down her worried face and her mind was so jumbled she nearly forgot her own name. “Ceh’ve.”
“Oh its you, That girl thats been following me.” Niv said with a sly smirk as she did her best to hold back her amusement.
“Pardon..” Ceh’ve’s eyes widened in horror and she tensed up into a statue as her mind went to the darkest of places.
“Yah I’m Ti’niva the boy you follow all the time. You should find other boy to follow because I already have a special flower and she's cuter than you.” Niv brushed a stray vine from her face with a smug glare down at the girl.
Ceh’ve chocked on her own words and stumbled away to keep herself from crying, Mission accomplished.
Art credit to Kidchan