The Breath of Water | Neteyam

55 • Harbinger of Calamity, Hear Our Pleas

Liyanin had hung the cover to the doorway back on its hook after checking to see if anyone was looking in their direction. Neteyam hung back, looking at all of the toys on the floor, his 'friend', once again asleep. His heart-to-heart with her really helped him out, but now he felt shy—her knowing he was ready to form tsaheylu—that final step in their relationship, it made him feel a bit bashful. Liyanin's mind went back to how aroused she was; she was really about to grab her kuru! Her cheeks flushed intensely upon thinking about it, hiding her face in her hands. Neteyam could see her doing this, and he chuckled to himself.

"You are somehow always the most ravenous whenever things get heated." Neteyam mentioned, walking up behind her, putting his hands in his armpits.

She shook her head, her face still in her hands. "Shut up..." she mumbled into her palms, already feeling his smirk without having to look. He only laughed again, turning back around to pick up Tuk's toys. After a bit of time, Liyanin felt her fluster die down, and picked her face back up. Her mind then remembered she never gave him his nikroi. She looked in the sack she had tied to her hip, hoping that she had placed it in there, and fortunately she did. She took it out then walked over to him.

She tapped his shoulder, holding out the item. He looked up, seeing the accessory. "Ah, yes, my nikroi." He said while grabbing it out of her hand. He gave it a look over, checking it out. It was very shiny, and he wondered how long it took to work on it. "Thank you, Yawne, it is lovely."

"Of course it is...I made it..." she muttered, a still bit shy from earlier's events. He gave one more look at the item, then his mind remembered how he now had an ioi. "I think I have some news you are going to like."

"What might that be?" She asked. He now stood up, his height making him look down at her.

"My mother made me an ioi."

Liyanin's eyes sparkled at this, her mind already imagining him in something so pretty.

"I can see your eagerness." He laughed, smirking. This made her clear her throat and avert her gaze, re-establishing her serious face. "You are adorable." He said, tapping her head with the nikroi. He then walked over to his snonivi, placing the accessory into one of the baskets he had that was under it. Liyanin then realized that she was finished here and began to walk out, but a certain voice stopped her.

"Wait, don't leave yet." Neteyam pleaded, rushing over to her. Her eyes followed his movements, wondering what more he had to say. "...I have a gut feeling that my parents are out on a date right now."

"A date? What is that?"

"Another term I learned from my dad," he whispered, pulling her over to the side, out of the doorway so no one outside could see. "...it is when two people who really like each other, or in our case," he grabbed her hand, kissing it. "...love each other, go out and do things together."

"...ah, so I am assuming you want to do that?" She deciphered. He nodded, a silly grin on his face. "I do not see why not." She accepted, pulling her hand back. "What do your parents usually do?"

He looked upwards in thought. "Well, back in the forest, they would ride their Ikran together. But now I am not sure."

The Ikran.

"Your father no longer has his Ikran?" She asked.

"Oh he does, he just went to the forest. He sent his back."

"Ah..." she then thought about his Ikran. "...and yours? Did you send yours back?"

He smirked, knowing what she was going to ask. "No, I did not."