Memoir of Xayah - The lost sparrow and the lonley fox

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She charged her magic inside her feather and threw it, hitting a lower spot, not the one she had thought. It was hard, even more with an unwieldy arm in a sling.

It hurt, less but her movements were clumsy. Climbing would have been more difficult, even crawling under the brushwood.

Tikkewha was right; she was more defenseless, maybe she had to reconsider her plane and stay inside that cave. The witch would have never left her cage if she had waited; nothing would have changed.

She sighed and recalled her feather. Maybe, for one, it would have been better to think about her next move and not act instinctively. Humans already caught her; that mistake was a reminder for her future.

A rustle gained her attention, and she threw her feather again. She screamed, desperate: she had hit the floor, not the edge of the lair as hoped. She had to train a lot before she could get a decent throwing. At least it was easier than tracking down the presence of her housemate.

It was wise for her health to stay there, but not for her mind. If she had done proper research, she would have found another shelter where she would have been alone and not with the company of a ghost.

She recalled her feather and went towards the entrance, hoping to find someone.

« Stop, please! »

She halted, recognizing the smooth voice of her savior. She was inside the cave. She had sneaked inside before she turned her head. She was quick, too much for her reflexes. She had guessed she was agile, but that exceeded her expectations.

She turned and saw a shadow in the right lair, the one next to her couch. It was dark and long, leading to an underground lake. She approached with curiosity, but while she was taking a step forward, the woman moved backwards.

« Tikkewha has seen you, it is stupid that you hide from me. » said.

« I did not want you to get hurt because of me but... I am not good with people. »

She got sick of those useless excuses and threw her feather, knowing that it would have not even get close to her. She just wanted to scare her and shut her up.

An azure bolt came out from the lair and burnt her weapon. She passed near her wing and could felt the magic power inside it. She had never seen anything so powerful and deadly. She was so shocked that she did not move; she just looked at her feather, lifted by that energy.

« Have you gone crazy?! »

She came back roughly to reality, hearing the scratchier side of that smooth and sensual voice.

Her lungs were filled again with fresh air, and she realized she was holding her breath.

« I save your life, I bring you to my hideout, I find you a healer, and you attack me when I am trying to have a conversation? »

She was closer, more than before. She turned and finally saw the aspect of that shadow.

She was one of the most beautiful Vastaya she had seen in her whole life. Her body was perfect. Every curve, every shape was like a piece of art, craving out from the stone. Her white dress, ornate with warm pink borders, enclosed it perfectly, helped by a pastel pink belt, and its neckline highlighted her breast.

Her long hair, of a dark night blue like her ears, was loosely braided, letting some strands out. From her yellow eyes, she could tell she was upset, and her thin pupils were helping her to portray that feeling.

But she directed most of her attention to her nine white fox tails, soft and agile. She was moving them with apparent calm, and they looked like snakes ready to attack her next prey.