Those Who Dream of Orcs

Cicada and Rugorim

Cicada sat up and a low groan escaped her lips. Her head was pounding, she was home but with no idea of how she got there.

She had a strong bittersweet pungent taste in her mouth. Her head started to spin and her dry mouth began to water. She felt a tight knot in her stomach quickly moving up to her throat. She sprung to her feet and bolted out the door just in time to vomit all over her lord's flowers.

"How unladylike," Yrilssa scolded. "Serves you right, you know you made a complete and utter fool of yourself last night. Fawning all over that orc."

Where did Yrilssa even come from, Cicada thought.

"My lady," Cicada groaned. "What happened?"

"I don't know," Yrilssa replied. "You think I would be seen at some rowdy orc shindig!"

"But you were there my lady,"

"I only went there to give that insufferable orc Rugorim a piece of my mind. But of course, you were already drunk by then. So you probably don't remember that part."

Cicada was sure that's not what happened but truthfully, last night was a blur to her.

"You know you came home absolutely drunk off your feet, and quite late I might add," Yrilssa smirked.

"That lout probably took advantage while you were vulnerable and bedded you."

Cicada's eyes widened and a low gasp fell from her lips. She knew that did not happen but she couldn't be sure because she couldn't remember the events of last night. But Rugorim was not like that, he would never do something so impertinent.

"It's your fault, going off with that orc, you know nothing of him. You came home with the scent of him all over you, Cicada."

Cicada cast her gaze downward and she felt her face grow hot. She tried to smell herself without Yrilssa seeing. But she smelled nothing except for the strong drink she sipped last night.

"I told you orcs are disgusting, aggressive, and violent. They take what they want and last night that orc took you."

Yrilssa smirked, she could see the worry and doubt in Cicada's eyes. She couldn't remember what happened last night no matter how hard she tried.

"I can't stand to even look at you. You reek of that vile orc and I can't stomach your stench." Yrilssa covered her nose. "You need to go wash yourself."

"Yes, my lady,"

Cicada headed towards the door but was stopped when Yrilssa rested her hand on the banister of the back porch.

"Did you not hear what I just said, you smell like a whore. And whores bathe in the stream," she scowled.

Tears welled up in Cicada's eyes, why did Yrilssa insist on torturing her so. But she knew she couldn't argue with her. So she gathered her things and headed down to the lake.

The water was freezing and it made Cicada forget about her hangover. She was sure Yrilssa meant her to catch her death of cold.

Just as she buttoned the last button on her dress she heard a hard splash then a sharp yelp.

"Ah, that's cold,"

Cicada's jaw dropped as she stared wide-eyed and speechless. Her mind went completely blank, green skin, firm muscles, and loincloths filled her eyes.

It wasn't an unpleasant sight but by no means did Cicada ever expect to see half nude orcs bathing in the stream. Her heart was racing and she immediately thought, is Rugorim with them. But quickly try to push that inappropriate thought from her mind.