The One

FOURTEEN

She had directed them into a hallway where a young male took over, guiding them further.
Smart, thought Morten. Conversation on the five started without shame at the front.

"Did you see the breast on that one?" Said Roran quite loud to the grumpy plains,
laughing and visualizing breasts on himself with his hands.

Morten had to calm his urges to run up and punch the living daylights out of him.
How can one man put his whole region to shame like this?
How was this allowed?

Agnus elbowed him, Morten looked around.

He expected Agnus had done it in case Morten would punch Roran into the floor again.
But he pointed at something.
Morten turned to see what he was indicating.

The handsome sand looked furious!

"Looks like you're not the only one that would like to throw Roran off a cliff," Agnus whispered.

They were led into the sitting dinner room from the first day.
Morten tried to figure out how they had walked here because it didn't make sense but sighed deeply and sat down in a far corner.
Agnus joined him, it seemed he had just chucked random things on his plate from the buffet on the other side of the room.

He threw some bread at Morten, grumbled, "eat" and sat down.

Morten chewed on the bread and looked around at Agnus, "So, how do you know this girl?"

Agnus shrugged in reply.
To both their surprise the handsome Sand came over and sat down on a cushy couch across from Morten with his own plate.

"Do you guys mind?"
He asked in a warm tone that made Morten feel like a swooning 12 year old girl.

By the gods, this man.

"By all means." Said Agnus,

waving an arm around their little seating arrangement.

The Sand took a bite of food and groaned happily at it.
He looked around at them smiling, looking pleased.
Morten decided that from now on enjoying your food as a man was sexy and he should get onto that.

"So," the sand started, "what do you guys think about the five?"

Morten had to stop himself from joking about breasts, this man didn't know him well enough to understand.

Agnus spoke luckily,
"Let's say that we don't judge them on their fronts." He smacked his lips,
"I think someone actually likes the girl he spoke to."

To Morten's surprise he looked at him.
He was an idiot and messed up a lot around women.
He simply wasn't used to them or knew how to talk to them.
But that had never meant he had liked any of them particularly, he didn't think of himself as likable anyway so he didn't consider it much.

Maybe he had shortly, with some of the advances, thought he might be attractive?
Because he had drawn some girls,
but he had learned that was a game of rank and girls would drop him like the average rock the moment they figured he had no claim to the chiefdom.

But he could feel his face burn from Agnus's words, the animated girl from just now making his lip twitch.

"Ah, eh, I never met a girl like that..." he said, confused.

The Sand did a hiccupping grin, "Yeah, she seemed very expressive."
He gestured to about two feet off the ground, "and small, that kinda compacts into cute to borderline adorable."

Morten raised his eyebrows, "So why not give her your... gift?"

The sand moved his plate from his lap to the little table beside him.
"Because, I need to be here. I didn't think the fourth shallow enough to blindly go for my looks."