Oren
The Fae stood up and almost glided on the surface of the creature with her plate in hand until she was behind the taller girl. Then she placed it on her own head before grabbing the pelt from Breeze's back. Then she gently grabbed both of the blonde's hands and pulled them behind her back before tying them together with the thinner sections of the pelt that once covered its past owner's limbs. The rest hung from brawler's hands and almost dragged on the ground. "Punish! You did the least so you need to get punished! Wait right here. I need to get something before I start the rest. And don't break the pelt! It's special."
With that said the dark haired girl leaped off the creature and rushed into the forest. She hadn't gone too far. Just into a slightly more forested area. A place where she wouldn't be disturbed. Then she spoke to the trees and bushes and reedes, and that speech was the speech of truth. The truth of the Gardens. And in response to that truth the autumn-stained flora grew fantastic fruits. Berries that seemed to be made of glass were filled with swirling colors, some were thin like seeds, and others were plump and white. She took the plate from her head and placed it on the ground. Then she began the task of smearing several pieces of meat with a few berries before placing them back on the plate.
The smell alone would almost be intoxicating to normal men. Some smelled of an aching joy, others of burning lust, and some of winter's chill. Things that were impossible to taste and touch in the material world, but they were not bound but such silly laws. The Gardens were of a higher power than that. Even an utterly ignorant man could smell it and tell, instinctively, what it was. Oren licked her hands of the leftover juices and her body trembled as she did. Bliss flowed through her body and her face turned an incredibly deep shade of red at other feelings were set ablaze by the fruit. Then she took another lick and a sharp, freezing feeling washed over her and subsumed the other effects which left her pleasantly neutral. They were just as good as they'd always been.
With her work finished the Fae lifted her seasoned meats and rushed her way back to the duo. She leaped back onto the creature and kept the plate close to her as she stood in front of Breeze again. "Alright, this is your punishment. I'm going to eat, and if you make me feel good in some way I'll reward you. With food! Okay?"
Auspicious BreezeAt first Breeze just tilted her head, a little confused at what Oren was doing. Why was she trying to tie her arms up? Was this gonna be one of those fun games where she was supposed to catch the food with her mouth, so she couldn't use her hands? She'd gotten good at that game!
Then the shape changer girl started talking. Punishment? But, Oren was the one who said she'd been bullying the "beastie," so Breeze stopped and then Michael and Oren finished it. It wasn't like it was hard for either of them either. They were really good at it! Still, she didn't want to make her mad, so she didn't break out of the pelt or anything. She wasn't even really sure what it was going to be; maybe it was just her way of starting a game?
Auspicious Breeze frowned in thought as she waited, her growly stomach the only sound she made.
When Oren started eating in front of her, keeping the food away, something really weird and icky and uncomfortable twisted up in Breeze's chest. It hurt; it was like touching one of those prickly bushes, only it was near her heart. She didn't like it; she wasn't sure what to say about it.
Something about the words had-
Reward.Only her mistress gave her rewards anymore. It had been a year since Radiant Cataclysm took her in and finally gave her a home. Sometimes, when Breeze did something she really liked without asking, she would give her something nice in return. She didn't make something like
food into a reward, though. It was just assumed she would get it since she needed it. The arena keepers, from before she was Chosen, had made food a
reward. If she failed, she didn't get much; she learned not to fail. If she refused to fight, they wouldn't give her any.
She fought.
The former gladiator had never really thought about getting revenge on any of those people from before she became Exalted and met her mistress. She just wasn't the vengeful sort, she guessed.
Thorns scrapped against her heart, again. She didn't like that feeling.
Her face fell to something blank and dull, the light leaving her eyes to go... elsewhere. Her body was gathering energy and she wasn't sure what for. Breeze figured she should probably should warn Oren.
"Hey, Oren," she said to her, trying to get her attention while she ate. "I think you should untie me now."
