commander

lost

Nala

"Who are you?" The man in fur barked.

"Travelers from Rockline." Jonah held his arms up in defeat.

"We just wanted to get to Rio. My mother lives there." I reasoned, leaving out a major bit of information.

"Then who are your friends?" He pushed the spear towards Torra even more.

"My husband, and the guide. Though he isn't good for much." I rolled my eyes and looked at Torra. "Could you put your spear down?" I asked kindly. My ruthlessness and killer instincts were the best weapon against them in an emergency.

The man glared at me before pulling his spear back. Weight lifted off my shoulders immediately, and a breath I didn't know I was holding exhaled deeply. I jumped of the horse and took the reins from Torra.

"Aww! What a cute couple!" An old woman hugged the man in fur before grabbing the reins. "Finally a proper canvas!" She grabbed the reins from my hand and slammed them onto Torras's chest. She pulled a rope dangling from around her neck and measured my legs, arms and waist. "So beautiful!" She smiled widely and grabbed m and, pulling me towards her village.

She piled clothes on a stool before giving them to me. At least now I wouldn't be freezing my ass off. She gave me a few skirts and a blouse, with a thick sweater. I tied a scarf around my hair to keep my head warm and walked outside.

Jonah and Torra stood around a giant bonfire, drinking out of wooden mugs. When the door slammed shut behind me, they both turned to look at me.

"Wow." Torra smiled.

"I'm wearing twenty pounds of cotton and wool. That isn't exactly the response I was expecting." I joked sarcastically.

"Your not pale, and your nose isn't a tomato lookalike." Jonah breathed.

I looked around at the village. Housing three stories high towered next to the general store, then a pantry, infirmary, schoolhouse, more housing, and a tavern. People stood around the dry ground and talked privately, whispering rapidly after stealing glances.

"Jonah, put your arm around me." I talked calmly, taking Jonah's mug and sipping on it.

"Why?"

"Do it." Jonah slung his arm over my shoulder and I leaned into him smiling, putting on quite the show for the surroundings Snowwalkers.

"What the hell, Nala?" Jonah whispered into my ear. His breath tickling my ear, the way Torra had once done.

I miss him.

"We have been married a day and it already looks like we want a divorce." I whispered in his ear and smiled.

"Aww! Look at the cute couple!" The woman that dressed me complemented. "You need some food. You are too thin." She grabs my hand and pulls me away from Jonah and Torra. I grabbed Jonah's hand, pulling him with me as we went into the tavern.

She sat us down at a table and ordered for us. We ended up drinking wine and eating turkey with squash. I was so hungry I made a fool of myself eating. After, she pushed us all around the fire. I think we talked for hours because the sun descended behind the treeline while we were still deep in conversation.

Yawning, my head fell on Jonah's shoulder.

I miss Torra. I wish I could pretend I was his wife, not actually be Jonah's.

"I'll get you rooms." The old woman smiled and walked towards a housing building.

She dropped a key in my hand, pocketing an identical one, and pulled us into a three story house. Instead of going up, she walked us down wooden stone stairs to a dark and damp hall. She pointed to a single door and pushed us in, smiling before slamming the door shut.