Mailee's mouth became agape at the state the male naga was in. Soveliss was, if anything, appeared to have gain more wounds on his body. She took a seat on a near him to let herself examine his tail first. Her fingers delicately began to feel around his smooth scales.
"Do not touch me, woman," he hissed at her in irritation clear in his voice as he moved his coils. The sound of scales sliding over stone rebounded off the walls.
"Shut up and hold still." Mailee commanded back. Soveliss hissed as searing pain ran through his body while she examines the gashes on his tail. Mailee ran her hand along what she could reach at her spot. Snakeskin was always something strange in her opinion. It looked slimy, but was dry to the touch. Each individual scale felt cool, yet warm at the same time.
He turned his eyes over to the entrance and kept watch for something she could not tell for. "Hey," Mailee addressed him shyly, not sure of how to bring about the subject, "Why did I get chosen? I don't really understand why you're supposed to help me?" Her question appeared to have caught him off guard, as he froze where he was. He took his time complementing a proper answer for her.
"You were chosen by the old. That said enough in its self for my help. The rest is for Mira to tell you, not me." The pause in his words made her uncertain of what was to come, but was certain it wasn't anything good. Crawling around up towards his top half, Mailee noticed that he had taken the liberty of spreading out his coils while she was examining his lower half of his tail. Leaving her with a labyrinth to navigate without disturbing his injuries.
Carefully as she could with the space she had, Mailee stepped around his tail until she found a more open spot that she could fit in. It was a little awkward to be sandwiched between portions his tail, but if he was going to take up all the space, he'd have to make a bit of room for her, too.
"Chamber hog." She muttered, as she placed the potion to his lips. "Drink." Occasionally he would move a little, mainly his coils, to get comfortable. For some reason, it surprised her that he drank it without hesitation or fighting her with it. After the last drop he made a disgusted face. His eyes wrinkled at her as he tried to get rid of the beep butter taste.
"Did it have to be that bitter?" All she did was nod and point down towards his wounds with an eyebrow raised. She watched him look down and saw that eyes eyes grew wide with astonishment. The wounds where completely gone now and the pain has subsided.
"Nope," she admitted as she crossed her arms. " I did have some honey with me, but then I changed my mind to use it." Silence fell, then he asked,
"Where'd you get that scar on your right hand?" She didn't need to glance at the jagged line that ran along the top of her hand, just above her wrist. She flexed her fingers.
"When I was twelve or 1,200 years old, my father decided I wasn't nearly as skilled at weapons with my left hand. So he gave me a choice: either he could break my right hand, or I could do it myself." The phantom memory of the blinding pain laced through her hand. "That night, I had put my hand up against a doorframe, and slammed the door shut on it. I had split my hand wide open and broke three bones. It took two months to heal without that potion you just drank--two months during which I could only use my left hand." She gave him a vicious smile. "I can bet that my father never did that with my half siblings."
"What kind of father does that? " he questioned quietly. "Why didn't you fight back?" He tried to figure out what life she had to go through to deal with a father like that.
"A caring one," she lied. She knew that wasn't it. She was a weapon, and a deadly one for her father. Soveliss stayed silent for a moment, studying her. She had wrapped her arms around herself, a cold breeze blew into the chamber and it picked up the skirt of her dress. A part of Soveliss's tail wrapped itself around her and blocked the cold breeze. She squirmed in the coils slightly. "What are you doing?" she demanded.
"The library is on the first floor in the right wing." he said in almost a whisper gazing deeply into her eyes. For some strange reason he couldn't take his eyes away from her gaze and he began to feel that strange pulling feeling again towards her. "There you should be able to find a way to release me and those bindings from your wrists." She stopped her squirming and he released his tail from around her to let her go.
Soveliss had his head down, loose locks covering his eyes, but not the thin line of his lips. Mailee took a couple loose strands and moved them from his face behind his right ear, but was stopped when Soveliss grabbed her wrist. Her heart thundered in her chest.
"I believe it is time for you to head back."
"Sorry." She whispered as he lets go of her wrist.
"Go." He snapped, almost snarling.
"Fine." She knew that he was going to have the last word. Huffing irritably, Mailee had no choice but to leave the chamber. Grudgingly, she walked back up the passages, glancing back to look at the chamber. "Stupid potion. Stupid bindings. Stupid hormonal naga! AND STUPID STAIRS!"
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The Mirror Guardian
Random((Book One of The Guardian Series.)) She was the Flame of Light craving peace... They say she is powerful. They say she is the Flame of Life. They say she instill fear into the hearts of many. It is even said that the Devil himself is afraid of her...
