Queen Bastet was the biggest troll ever…but that’s okay, I don’t think anyone is really that bummed about it.
We also found out that Totec wants babies, and Maat has less of a clue about how that might go down than she thinks she does.
Also I’ve been told I’m not allowed to apologize for talky chapters; so here’s me NOT apologizing. TAKE THAT…it is about to get pretty real up in here though, with the non-woohoo bush sexyfuntimes!.
Let’s do this!
Night fell on the Village of Sima-Mighdall, and there was no more avoiding the inevitable.
Not that she wanted to, actually, but, you know…nervous, right?
Jahi followed her silently to her hut. Should she say something? Were you supposed to make small talk on your way to making…um, you know.
Temulun: “Boy, what a clear night!” She squeaked. ‘Gah! Stupid, stupid, stupid!’
Jahi: “Yes, Scholar, exceptionally so.”
Was he making fun? It was sort of hard to tell with Jahi.
Temulun made a beeline for the back of the room. ‘Okay! I’m in! Now what?!’
The moments dragged on. It started to feel a bit awkward. Well, more awkward.
‘Should I turn around? I should turn around, right?’
Temulun felt the brush of fingertips against her arm and froze. ‘Oh sweet Goddess, he’s touching me.’ Had he ever done that before?
It was nice though…okay, really, really nice. And…tingly. And he was standing close now, close enough to smell. Also really, really nice. He smelled like…eh, something. Whatever it was, it made her stomach lurch. But in a good way.
The pressure of the fingers increased slightly. Was she supposed to do something? Her brain was sort of in standby mode.
Jahi: “I’m not going to hurt you, Tem.”
There was something in that tone. An emotion.
Temulun wasn’t used to hearing his voice do emotion. Or say her name. So weird…but good weird? Her stomach renewed it’s lurching efforts with vigor.
‘Turn around, turn around, turn around…you chicken, he’s talking to you, TURN AROUND!’
Temulun: “I know!” Was she blushing? Yeah, definitely blushing. “I’ve just, you know, never, uhm…I don’t really know where to start…”
Jahi did, apparently.
Turns out, he also knew where to finish.
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Maat: “So, yeah, apparently, THAT’S how babies are made.”
Aten: 😀 😀 😀
Pili: 😦 😦 😦
Put a fork in me; I’m done. 😉