A Place To Bloom

Point of Order

Clattering rain outside filled the air with moisture as Geraln and I descended the stairs leading to the dungeon. We reached the bottom and saw Davod sitting cross-legged in his cell talking to Yumi, who sat facing him. There was a brown burlap sack beside her with a plate before each of them—scraps on hers, and half a bread roll with some cheese on his. When we came up, she shifted her legs to stand and reached for the leftovers.

Davod held out his hand to her and spoke excitedly. "No, wait." He looked up at us. "Guys! Check this out. Did you know, so, um... OK. Did you know that sha means basically, that? So when they say something-something, sha, and then something else, like, the sha separates the two things." He turned to Yumi. "Is that right?"

Yumi gave us a nervous smile, then turned her attention back to Davod. "ʃa, yes. Give the example."

Davod pulled back and sat up in thought. The braids in his hair had been undone, and his locks fell over his shoulders leaving his Falcon tattoo peeking out from beneath. He held up a finger. "Ok. Uh... I'm angry that you ate my food. 'uzi matha-de sha guwo-se, guwo-vi-de"

She giggled and corrected him. "du."

"guwovidu. Sorry. Why is it that?"

Geraln answered. "ɣʊwovide, my food is the subject, ɣʊwovidu, my food is the object."

Davod stared at him blankly, and me and Geraln sat down.

Yumi looked at the two of us, then lifted the end of her sack to show us what was inside. "Do you want?"

Geraln asked, "what's in there?"

I leaned in. Bread rolls, a quarter of cheese wrapped up in paper, and a tin basket of grapes. She had small ceramic jars of stuff...

Geraln answered, "I'm starving."

Yumi smiled wide and portioned out some food. She was about maybe an inch or two taller than Miyani, meaning the top of her head would scarcely come up to his chest, and she had the same muscular physique. Same exceedingly dark-green skin, bright yellow eyes, though Miyani's were a shade brighter. They both wore sharpened black-lacquer spikes as fingernails. Yumi, however, had tiny glass beads in the shape of a flower on each of hers.

She was dressed the same, with naught but a leather belt that held up a flap of fabric in the front and back leaving her heavy legs, her fit tummy, hips, and bare breasts out. Miyani usually wore a rough, undyed cotton loincloth that draped perfectly over her muscular arse, God, just the image of her in my mind! Yumi had on a large, rough-silk dyed a deep red and embroidered with silver, and she used the back flap as a mat to sit upon the dirty stone floor.

Miyani wore her ivory hair in a pixie-cut about her ears with a little more body in the back. Yumi wore hers in two long braids over her shoulders, at the end of which she had large, red glass beads in the shape of bumblebees with black-and-yellow stripes painted on that dangled about her generous breasts. Her eyes had a rising-sun shape the same as Sarina had, and she ran those eyes all over my friend without reservation.

Geraln raised a finger. "Point of order."

Davod laughed. "Now? Seriously?"

I answered, "can you think of a better time?" I turned to Yumi. "Yumi. Do you admit to having a crush on our friend?"

Davod shook his head, still smiling, "you don't have to answer that."

Yumi shrugged and answered without the slightest reservation. "He is attractive. I would like to fuck him at least once."

The three of us giggled as one. I buried my eyes in my knees, Geraln shook his head and couldn't stop convulsing from laughter. Davod's cheeks grew flush and he fought back a wry grin. Yumi glanced at each of us and shook her head with a warm smile. "Why is your kind so ashamed to talk of such things?"