Nightmare Fantasy 2: A soldier's story

Chapter 11: Another Life.

The group made it to Hiesu without problem. Navigating the streets, Orionna went with Chaos as a cover, so the whole group didn't look suspicious. They would be roommates, which left Chaos completely elated! She always wanted one, especially one as pleasant and wonderful as Orionna. After Chaos happily used one of her Hiesu aliases to withdraw much needed cash for clothes and toiletries, the girls went shopping before talking to a landlord at Telvin's Apartments for rent. With a new mobilecom, she had set an appointment. The place wasn't the fanciest. Heck rent in Hiesu was ridiculous given the tough location, and the fact bubbling mud ran below the city, but the place wasn't shifty.

"Chaos it's just so weird!" Orionna spoke, still looking at the mud below her feet while eating a stir-fry at a local café. Chaos admired Orionna's navy dress with silver leggings. A cute little silver headband pulled her hair back gently. Fit with navy open toes shoes with little silver flowers, she just loved dressing Orionna's petit form so cutely. Being so tall and well endowed, she couldn't recall a time she'd ever fit such a thing. Wearing an Orange tunic dress with elaborate purples laced through and purple legging, her curves and chest filled out the outfit much more. She just hoped her muscle tone didn't seem out of place as she wore long sleeves with bare shoulders. At least this was an awesome ruse for being able to dress two different body types in the high fashion of any place they went. The boys for sure were to be lost in that shuffle. Hiesu had its very distinct fashion of tight fitting clothes and vivid intensity. She admired it for being different from other places. The elastic cloth was surprisingly comfortable and moveable.

Whispering carefully, Chaos bent down and addressed, "Be careful, remember we're under disguise. My name is Korynn Yendra, and you're Mia Rin, right?"

She winked down at Orionna with a warm smile. The lady was too cute while she fretted about what she had just done. Oh, did she love this cute little angel as such an adorable little friend! The Great One couldn't have given her a better first best friend before. After a good discussion of the Great One, both looked at the studio apartment that had character and age. Chaos danced about the one room, avoiding the cracked wall and chipped paint in sheer excitement, Orionna followed suit with a happy grin.

"I never had a fun roomie like this! I wanna buy a couch here and sit on it enjoying our evenings, and we'll order two beds here by the window looking at the city lights at night! Oh, that cute little kitchen! Are you a cook? I could make some Soein crumpets with spice tea!" Chaos mused dreamily.

Orionna matched excitement, returning, "And we're going to have a sleepover every night!"

"I know!" Chaos squealed so pleased. "Can I comb and fix your hair tonight? I never got to play for fun, always for work."

"Work?" Orionna inquired.

Chaos sat on the floor as she rested her head on her hands. She grimaced, "Spy missions, I love fashion though, you're the only one who knows how much. It was never a thing I was allowed to do as a pastime. Everything had to be done in secret."

Orionna frowned, trying to understand the woman before her. Chaos's life seemed so restricted and dismal. "What happened if you were caught?"

Chaos looked at her with a mild grimace, "Nevar always takes what one cherishes most. You had to hide any weakness and any desire. It is what every Tribrinkian learns when young."

Orionna nodded slowly, "That must have been a very hard thing to do. I want to live in a world nothing like that."

"Me too," Chaos grinned, but Orionna caught a deep sadness hidden in her eyes. She didn't want to pry further and tear at her pain. Chaos, without a doubt, must have had a lot of hidden scars in her past. The two then cheerfully set about furniture shopping and went out for a meal around the block. Chaos had been on numerous missions in her past, and Hiesuian barbecue cuisine was tasty street fare.