- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, politics, historical fiction, romance
She opened her mouth to speak, to tell him that there was more than enough bedspace for the two of them, but she never wanted to be inappropriate or suggest something that wasn't her intention. While she wanted to send him some sort of signal that it was alright for them to be in semi-close proximity and she trusted him not to take advantage, Aniela thought it would be best to drop the subject matter entirely.
"Good night, Dominik." And for the first time in a long time, the elven girl slept through the night.
When dawn came, Aniela rose from the comforts of the bed and quickly dressed again, removing the knife she'd stabbed into the table from the night before and placing it in the small pouch at her side. She wasn't looking forward to sparring with a Witcher in the slightest bit, knowing that this would be the perfect opportunity to end her life. He could break her with a simple pinch and call it even, toss her body into the river and never think about her again. But if truth be told, couldn't he have done that by now? Why wait until a sparring match that never would have happened had she not suggested a teacher? It didn't add up.
Leaving the sleeping Witcher in his corner, Aniela walked up to the top level of the ship and let the breezes brush around her long snowy hair, and she pulled it carefully from her field of vision with delicate fingers. She always liked being at sea, or this case on a river. The water brought a sense of calm to her anxiety that kept her sane most days, and happy. Her brother had always thought it to be a connection with the healing properties that water brings most living forms. She leaned on the edge of the railing and watched the water move gently past, clutching the light blue cloak closely around her shoulders to keep warm.
"Aniela," came a voice from behind her. She turned to see one of the crewman, an elf she didn't recognize. "The Witcher is waiting for you below deck."
"Below deck?" She wasn't sure that she liked the sound of that. The girl looked nervously to the man who had summoned her and out to the water once more, biting her lip. "Can't he...meet up here?"
"I don't know," the sailor shrugged, "but I don't want to talk to him again and find out."
"Stop it. He's not all that bad." Aniela sighed and walked past him to enter the room where they had shot the arrows, feeling her heart pound in the center of her chest. "Dominik?" she called. "Dominik, come out if you're here, I don't like games." She held herself close.
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