Tailroad
Emerald Forest
"Are you trying to be cute?"
Dimana put the tomato and orange plates on the table quietly. She had ruined the tomato, burned the eggs, but at least they might like the orange. The sorceress didn't even care about her abortive occupations. Her blue eyes were says that she knew her lustful adventure last night. She had wanted to prepare breakfast before waking up the damn woman. Not to make her happy, but because she really wanted to. Dimana slowly sat down on the chair against the sorceress.
"What?"
"I told you to watch her, not to fuck her."
The witch's door opened, attracted the attention of both. Ambryn narrowed her eyes at them, scratched her messy white hair. While Minerva was eating a piece of orange, she quickly went to the room where the chamber pot was. The slight smell of sweat following the woman caused Dimana to squeeze her teeth. When the door closed, the blue eyes that turned to her, destroyed her excitement.
"I did both!" Dimana barked at her.
"She is a witch, Dimana. If a witch is doing something, there is a deep cause in it. Lust, pride, affection... Doesn't mean turd to them! Their only emotion is hate. Now, speak quickly, what did you two talk about?"
Ambryn had said the same thing for her. Even if she had a plot behind, Dimana was sure Minerva at least be mistaken about the lust part.
"I told her everything. Not you! Not the parts you included. Just the temple, the necromancer, why I can't go back and... You save me. Sorry."
"Why? To fuck her? Is that it?"
"No! She- she knows a lot about us! Succubuses. I thought it would help."
Minerva leaned over to the table, holding the fork in her hand like a knife.
"She doesn't give a damn about you, Dimana."
Dimana watched her waving raven hair as the sorceress finally turned her eyes down. She was right, but she wasn't even know what even desperation means. She had never imprisoned and chained until her brain melted, her limbs were never cut, she had never separated from her own existence, from her homeland for decades. Dimana sighed. The desperation is a weakness. Having to trust someone was weakness, and that was all she felt against the sorceress who eating breakfast.
"What about you?"
Dimana regretted immediately but it was too late. Minerva raised her cold eyes, her face trembled with ire. She was right if she end her life at that moment. She compared the only person who saved her life, gave her hope, and really helped her, with the damn woman who tried to kill them yesterday. Dimana bowed her head, but before she apologized, door opened, the witch quickly started walking towards them. As the sorceress continued to eat again, she smiled at Dimana, winked. Minerva hissed to the woman who was moving to sit.
"Wash your hands, witch!"
Ambryn rolled her eyes and walked to the bucket under the kitchen counter without objection. Dimana tried to ignore the lustful smell that filled her nose again, and continued to watch the sorceress' head. Ambryn spoke while washing her hands.
"We must find Sebra first. She knows a lot more than me and... I want to eat her fucking heart."
Minerva turned her eyes to her, threw her hair behind her ear.
"Where was she last?"
Ambryn dried her hands with the skirt of her nightgown, and she quickly came to the table.
"There is a headquarters near the Uhemer border. I have no other idea. Just hoping she is still there. What did you do to the damn tomatoes, sorceress?"
Dimana opened her mouth to answer, but Minerva never gave her time to speak.
"Dimana prepared. Now be little gentle and tell me why you asked for gold from Samson?"
Ambryn's enjoyment fled. She waited to swallow her bite before answering.
"Wanted to find my sisters."
Minerva didn't like the short reply. She frowned, left the fork, leaned back.
"You said you didn't know their place."
"That's why I need gold, at least until I went to Blackhorn or even Weidenhold."
"Why?"
"This is none of your damn business."
Minerva snarled, suddenly pulled the witch's fork from her hand, and stabbed it on the table.
"You witch! You told me they were going to kill you! Now you're saying you want to find those whores!"
Ambryn closed her eyes, calmly pulled her fork off the table and stuck it into the hand next to it. Minerva groaned with pain, held her hand and quickly got up, Ambryn raised her voice.
"I wasn't the only survivor of the massacre, sorceress. I have many sisters who left everything behind and get lost. Watch your damn tongue, next time I'm gonna cut it."
As Ambryn licked the fork with her threatening eyes, Dimana quickly ran around the table, stopping between the two women. The sorceress' face wasn't reflecting pain, but her cold eyes staring at Ambryn telling that she was fighting with herself to not respond. Three small spot between her two knuckles were shining with blood.
As Ambryn took a deep breath and continued to have breakfast again, Dimana reached down slowly and tried to grab the Minerva's hand.
"Let's get dressed, Dimana."
Dimana quickly began to follow the sorceress, who entered the witch's room. The controversy of the two women at every opportunity was disappointing enough. Whatever the plan is, it would not work while they kept strangling each other. Although they both regretted their past, their hatred against each other were still warming their lungs.
The witch's wardrobe was considered empty compared to the Minerva's. Two men's trousers in black and brown, two thick gray scarves, a thick and sharp black gown, a green robe patched with white cloths on the collar and skirt. Minerva handed the black dress to her. She didn't have to wear it to find out it was tight. She could already hear the sound of the threads that would break as soon as she bent over.
"I know, Dimana. At least until we get back to the inn."
As the succubus nodded and took the dress, Minerva choosed the green robe, laid it on the bed, turned her back to Dimana and started to take off her nightgown. Her pale back was filled with many tiny pink wounds, but Dimana remembered it. It had been days since they left the sorceress' hut and had lived a lot.
Dimana wore the black dress without much care. Her breasts and hips were crying with her. Minerva did not seem comfortable either. She reached for the buttons on her back, but it was impossible to close them.
"Let me help you."
Minerva didn't object, she threw her hair forward over her shoulder. Dimana tried to button the dress. She glanced at the door and slighty bowed to the sorceress' ear.
"You know... I don't know what lies in the future, but... I will protect you as much as I can. It may be- It's sound stupid but... You can trust me. At least sometimes... When in trouble-"