Beauty and the galra

~6~

The flames flickered brightly from the fireplace as Nyma's golden amber eyes glared daggers into the flames. 

She couldn't believe that she was rejected. That had never happened before. She got everything that she wanted ever since she was little. Why would it stop now. 

Her plush painted lips turned into a sneer. She was publicly humiliated since the entire upper class of the town had witnessed the rejection. What does Lance think he is. One minute he was head over heels for her and the next he wasn't. 

All that she said to him back then was that she wanted some space to think things over, not to fully break up. 

She let out an annoyed sigh and leaned back into the plush chair she was sitting in. The faint sound of lingering music and people's constant chatter filled her ears.  

A cloused tan hand comes to rest on her shoulder as she pouts at the fire. 

" Picture it, Rolo. A rustic cabin...my latest kill roasting on the fire...adorable children running around us as my love...rubs my tired back. But what does Lance say? "I will never marry you." "

"Nyma, you do know there are plenty of other men in the village." Rolo says while directing Nyma's attention to three guys smiling flirtatiously at her.

She rolls her eyes and huffs "They're not the same."

"Gosh, It disturbs me to see you Nyma looking so down in the dumps. Every girl here'd love to be you, Nyma. Even when taking your lumps. There's no woman in town as admired as you. You're everyone's favorite girl. Everyone's awed and inspired by you, And it's not very hard to see why." Rolo says while massaging her shoulders.

Nyma bit back a snort as she rolled her eyes and let Rolo do his thing.

" No one's slick as Nyma . No one's quick as Nyma. No one's neck's as incredibly pretty as Nyma. For there's no woman in town half as manly."

" Perfect, a pure paragon." The three men cheer out. Wow Rolo even got the townspeople to go along with his little song.

"You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley. And they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on." Rolo sings out as he stands up and motion towards a trio of women, who look like they want to kill Rolo for even bringing them into this.

"Who plays darts like Nyma?" One woman with blonde hair sings.

" Who breaks hearts like Nyma?" A brunette this time.

" Who's much more than the sum of her parts like Nyma?" a ginger now sings.

"As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating." Nyma sings.

Rolo turns to her and smiles. His silver orbs shinning in victory of successfully cheering up his teammate and friend.

"My, what a girl , that Nyma!"

"I needed encouragement. Thank you, Rolo." Nyma once again sings and goes in to hug her teammate.

"Well, there's no one as easy to bolster as you" Rolo responds while wrapping an arm around the blonde pig-tailed girl.

"No one fights like Nyma. Douses lights like Nyma. In a wrestling match, nobody bites like Nyma." Rolo once again goes back into song while Nyma shows off her skills to the rest of the tavern.

"I sneak up with my quiver. And beasts of the field say a prayer". Nyma sings as she enacts the way she hunts her kills while pointing her gun at nothing. " First I carefully aim for the liver. Then I shoot from behind." She then swings her gun to point behind her.

The crowd cheers in the background as Rolo walks over to the blonde girl, "Is that Fair?" 

"I don't care." She huffs out while smirking down at her white haired friend. 

"No one hits like Nyma. Matches wits like Nyma. In a spitting match, nobody spits like Nyma." 

"I'm especially good at expectorating." 

"Who has brains like Nyma." 

"Enterains Like Nyma!" 

"Who make up these endless refrains like Nyma!" 

"I use metal in all of my decorating!" She sings as she presents the way that she decorates in the tavern. From tables to chandeliers, it was all made of metal. 

"Who's a woman among women.Who's a super success? Don't you know? Can't you guess? Ask her fans and her five hanger-on. There's just one woman in town, Who's got all of it down."

"And her name is N-Y-M-A!" 

And then After that Nyma just plopped in her chair with a huge grin plastered across her freckled face. 

"Thanks Rolo. You're the best.  How  come no lucky lady has snatched you up yet?" 

He just shrugs and leans against the side of her chair. "I have been told i'm not really all the committed to be in a relationship." he  truthfully answers while staring his silver orbs in her golden amber ones. 

She nods in understanding before diverting her attention back onto the flames of the fire place once again. 

" Help! Please someone help me!" cried Lance's mother as she came barreling into the tavern. The snow that had covered her long curly chestnut hair had melted and made her soaked to the bone. She was still slightly shivering, but the humidity of the summer night was starting to help with that. 

Nyma jumped into action and raced over to help Lance's mother up. "Stella? Are you alright?" 

Her dark amber eyes stared into Nyma's golden ones. She reached over and clasped her hands onto Nyma's shoulders.

"It's Lance! He's been captured. Please someone has to help me."

"Who has taken Lance?" Nyma asks while trying to calm down the obviously shaken up woman. 

"A horrible looking beast has taken him!" 

Nyma's golden eyes widen in shock at the complete uncalled for response. Everyone in the tavern had begun to laugh at the Cuban woman. 

"Just crazy old Stella. Making up stories." Someone says from the crowd of laughing people. 

Nyma tries with all her might not to laugh along with everyone else. Figuring that if she helps Lance's mother then Lance will possibly change his mind about her proposal. 

"It's ok Stella, I'll help you find Lance." 

Lance's mother's eyes soften with relief as she smiles. "Thank you so much Nyma."

"Rolo go fetch the carriage. We have a damsel to save." Nyma says while smirking over to Rolo. He seemed to get what she was hinting at and just nodded before heading out getting what Nyma had asked for.