Unconventional Consultation (Part 3)

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Unconventional Consultation (Part 3)

Daise'Maenak t'Ksa & Kheinsa tr'Aieme

 

Ksa rolled her eyes at the mention of Laehval’s name. “Ie and na. I do na know. The wound suggests that she knew exactly the damage she intended to inflict. Io does na twist the blade like that and na know. However, whether it was premeditated or na, I do na know. She claims it was na premeditated, it was a snap decision to make it look more real. I’m na a kheinsa so I can na say what was going through her mind. Only that, when apologizing to the Khre’Riov she stated she thought at the time that the maenakenn staff, and me specifically, would be able to ‘save’ t’Rexan in time once the mutiny was quashed.”

 

Morgana could na help but snarl as she continued, “She’s an engineer, na a maenak, how would she know? That’s taking a great deal for granted, including my abilities to save anyone. Na to mention blaming me simultaneously for na responding in time because I chose a more humane way to end the conflict. “She altered her voice in a badly performed mimicry, complete with sour facial expression, “‘We did na know she and Koga were going to anesthetize the mutineers. How were we to know that they would put aaaaaaaaalll the crew to sleep? She could have responded in time if she hadn’t put the crew to sleep.’ Well how did I know she were going stab the Khre’Riov and let her bleed to death? I am a maenak, na mind reader. And contrary to what they think, I am certainly na a miracle worker.”

 

“If I want to talk with her, au are na going to growl at me like that, are au?” Maec was trying na to chuckle as he watched Ksa continue to pantomime the conflict with her hands. She had to admit, the added addition of puppetry with her hands did lend an amusing quality.

 

“Menkha luck with that.”

 

“Au feel very passionate about this, ie?”

 

“I feel very passionate about being taken for granted.” She frowned, pick grass leaves off her pants. “Which apparently I am. Perhaps it is time I do retire to civilian life.”

 

Maec tipped her chin up to face him, “Au do na seriously mean that. Do au?”

 

“I want…..” she paused, then pulled her head away from his touch. “I know it is an unintentional result of this verulish ordeal, but I see possibilities outside of Galae life. Io where I don’t miss out on the things that happen here. People I-- “ Feeling painfully shy, she continued to play with a blade of grass. It was a wonder there would be any grass left on this hill when she was done with this conversation. The uncomfortable feeling twisted in her stomach as the silence between them dragged on. Fhaen, say something, Ksa mentally pleaded before finally dragged her eyes up again. Maec sat with his arms loosely draped over his bent knees, waiting. “Say something.”

 

“Somehow I doubt that au really wish to retire.”

 

Was he disappointed? She jerked back and stared at him. “How do au know what I want?”

 

“Au would na be fighting so hard with Galae Medical if au wanted to retire.” The kheinsa gave her what she could only term as ‘the look’. Which was completely unfair as ‘the look’ was supposed to be used by maenakenn only. “Go on, deny it. I dare au.”

 

Morgana sat there, gaping like a fish. What reason could she give? She fought to remain in control. She did jol being a maenak. Elements, she found pleasure in exploring the space and new places. She even jol the fvadt ship, and sort of enjoyed the verulish crew. If she attempted to even deny these facts, he would call her out. Embarrassing propelling her either into another argument to save face, or…..what? By fire she was tired of fighting, least of all with him. What the frell did he have to dare her? Could he na have least left her with some shred of dignity?

 

Just at the point when the maenak had finally decided to tell him this (and get control of her flapping jaw), another’s voice had seemingly materialized from her mouth.

 

“Hey Maenak!”

 

Startled, both of them jumped further apart to see Lai tr’Usthym standing on the foot path behind them. “Nice to see au re are........menkha.” Lai smirked. Morgana glanced as she heard Maec mumble curses under his breath. “I hate to interrupt, but I need to know how much longer we will be here. I’m getting rather chilled in the flitter.”

 

“I’m going to y’ya him,” Morgana grumbled softly, standing up and dusting off the grass clippings.

 

“Na if I get to him first.” Maec’s growl made Ksa smile.

 

“We’ll join au shortly. We’re just finishing our conversation anyway.” She waved the Galae military police officer away, then glanced over to Maec as he too stood.”Let’s go. Before my chaperon comes back.”

 

The re of them studied the hillside for an easy descent. In her youth, Morgana knew exactly how she’d get down. Crouch low to the ground, slide on io’s heels and let gravity do all the work. But she was an adult who cared about the cleanliness of her uniform – especially with a nosy io in the parking lot. She did na need to give Lai, or Aerv for that matter, any more ammunition than necessary.

 

Maec chose a less steep incline, using a tree trunk to tree trunk method with quick shuffling steps to reach the bottom. He glanced up at Ksa “I think if au grab that branch there, and over there, au should have enough support to come down.” He held out his hand for assistance.

 

“I do na know. That io looks dead.” She scowled. Elements, this would be far less embarrassing if she’d been alone. At least then there would be na io to witness her face plant into the trail.

 

“It’s in hibernation. Trust me. I won’t let au fall.” He wiggled the fingers of his outstretched hand as an invitation.

 

Gingerly, she hooked a hand on the branch and brushed her fingers across his palm as she out. Mimicking the quick shuffling steps he took, she moved closer until he could firmly clasp her hand. A few more steps, then another grab for the second branch.

 

He’d been right, the first ‘dead’ branch had held. The second healthier looking io however did na. Caught off balance, the maenak yelped as she started to fall backwards. A quick yank from tr’Aieme changed her momentum so that she was sent crashing into his chest instead. Wind knocked out of her, she gasped and struggled to regain her balance in a most undignified way.

 

“Au did that on purpose again.” He had the audacity to tease her.

 

“Ie, I threw myself down a steep embankment with the express goal of colliding with au, stomping on au’s toes, jabbing io’s elbows into a sensitive area and embarrassing myself in the process.” Morgana tried to adjust her position without looking into Maec’s face. She was confident he was smiling smugly at her anyway. Add io part embarrassment, io part attraction and here comes that traitors blush again. Someone y’ya her now, fhaen! “Too bad my plan was foiled and we remain in an upright position.”

 

She felt, more than heard, his surprised laugh at her taunt. Taking sometime to disentangle himself from her limbs, Maec choked out, “Come. Let’s go. If we procrastinate any further Lai will find that sack of pastries I left in the flitter.”

 

“Au brought treats? Why didn’t au tell me sooner? We could have completed our conversation long before now.”

 

Maec took her hand, swinging their arms lazily as they strolled back to the flitter lot, “Maybe because I knew au would too quickly abandon my interest in favor of a cookie. And I needed something to bribe au with in case the apology did na work.”

 

“Maybe au do know me too well?” Morgana smirked, then slipped out of his reach as he made a grab for her. She distanced herself from the kheinsa, walking backwards for a moment or too. Na words exchanged. Just a waggle of the eyebrows and a few quick steps was the challenge issued to start a race back to see who could get the bakery bag first.

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OMG, will you two just fall on the other! Maybe when they go fight for cookies we'll finally get a hug!!

 

Awesome log as usual!! Thanks for sharing! I can't wait to see the next!