Iorrjaer

Chapter 6

Yophiel snapped awake. It was the middle of the night and everyone was sleeping. Her head pounded in pain and her mind was still a maze of thoughts and memories that she was reorganizing. All of what she had been shown and told by Chami was scrambled and being placed carefully in her own narrative – the baby that she had been shown was her. The orc that she was shown was Häsmæl.

She had always known, innately, that he had been responsible for her father's death and this was just the confirmation that she needed. She had also always known that orcs raped and killed their victims, which meant that it was now only a matter of time before he went for her and the only other female, the monk, whatever her name was. Even if she was not human like her. The twist of her logic came from her own inexperience and insecurity in the face of the adventurers that she traveled with. The fact that orcs raped and killed females meant that one of those actions must have already happened and since she was not dead, but waking up from something that she could not clearly remember, there was only one option available.

She heard something in the distance. Off in the woods. Was it moaning? It sounded like moaning but it was not like any moaning that she had heard before. It was definitely moaning but was it painful moaning? No. Was it...pleasure? It had to be.

It was too dark to really see who was in the camp and who was not but someone or someones were doing something. Something that was secret and hidden. She sat up a little more and saw that Barsabel was missing. She looked around and saw Sorâth, Malka and Shedmoth, Bethar, Graphiel and... a large mass that had to be the wagon. There it was. Chami was right.

Yophiel went back to sleep, proud that she now had proof that she had been right all along. She listened as the moaning slowed and then stopped. She heard some whispering and movement as Barsabel came back to her spot.

Early in the morning Barsabel was getting herself dressed, after washing in a nearby creek, when Yophiel approached her. Yophiel flinches a little upon glimpsing Barsabel's lithe naked body and she rues how open she is about changing in the camp. Even if it is before everyone else was awake. She steels herself because there is something important that she needs to discuss with the monk.

Yophiel does not see Kârael in the distance, keeping watch. He is perched on a rock outcropping that overlooks the camp, mostly where Barsabel slept. Just as Barsabel finishes wrapping her hips with her robe and tying them together, Yophiel clears her throat in the aggravating, superiour, way that has become her way of announcing herself.

Barsabel did not respond. Instead just focuses on getting her garments aligned and properly tied.

"I heard you fucking the pigger last night." Yophiel says without pretense. She is angry that Barsabel did not acknowledge her careful announcement of herself. Instead Barsabel continued to take her time getting her robes in order. Yophiel fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Did you?" Barsabel asks without looking up. Cutting Yophiel off as she made a show of tucking her breasts into the cross tied cloth. Yophiel noticed that Barsabel's lithe body makes her breasts appear a bit bigger and that her nipples are surprisingly normal. Barsabel also makes sure that Yophiel sees just how much more fit she is.

"I did. Don't play coy with me. I know that you've been fucking... it."

"Do you?"

"Yes! Why is it so hard for you to understand that I know everything that fucking pigger does. I warned you all that this would happen."

"You're only half right."

"What? No. I'm full right. You were fucking,"

"You're right."