Finding Contentus

Chapter 98: Star Mates

Her head throbbed like a parasitic headache. She couldn't think straight. How many days had passed by her? Unnoticed? The pain had grown weaker, much weaker as her eyelids opened. But it still hurt, which meant the initial pain hurt, a lot.

Kakara stretched as she sat up weakly. She wasn't in the capital, nor she was in their secluded cabin. She sat there for a moment, squinting, she was wearing a black robe. A bothered look manifested itself on her face as she heard bricks of snow slamming into the diamond-glass igloo she was in.

Snowstorm. Kakara quickly deduced. It was a hard one. She looked down, she was sleeping on a rolling mattress, covered by thick blankets to keep her warm. It was very warm inside and the igloo was quite spacious, big enough for a whole family, lit up by radiating lamps.

Wait, a fucking snowstorm? Fear made her jolt and tense up, unprepared to spring into action so soon. Another ambush by Kaikara? Shit! She could feel his frosty glare striking her bones like the worst imaginable kind of frostbite.

"He's come for you Kakara. Take his life before he takes yours! NOW!" Maxis warned.

Now? Is it time for the fight! Fuck! I'm not ready! I—

"Kakara?"

He was so stealthy! Kakara nearly punched his face off if he didn't possess insane reflexes himself. Gabrielle giggled, as though she didn't nearly just decapitate him. He was sitting beside the mattress, working on a basket that he put down.

Kakara thought of something then. How many times had she done that by mistake? Judging by how he reacted so swiftly, she leaned towards it being a regular thing. That, or, more convincingly, because of Dominique. Gabrielle must have learned how to avoid and dodge her life threatening blows, not to mention the years he spent with the Eifri. Did he train with Kaikara as well?

Kakara searched his eyes deeply. "When did you get here? Where are we?" She sounded cranky. Milo was sleeping soundlessly in the corner.

Gabrielle gestured for Kakara to make space for him. She shifted, allowing him to sit right next to her. He looked tired. She didn't pause to lay her head on his chest and shoulder. His arm grew numb overtime but he didn't mind.

He smoothed his delicate fingers in her wild curly hair that tickled his neck, admiring its shininess and brushing the strong crown braid. It was one of the many hairstyles Neosa had done that Kakara instructed Francko to do.

Gabrielle in turn took Kakara's suggestion and let his glamorous caramel blonde hair grow to reach his shoulders.

"I got here as soon as I heard that you had collapsed from a freakish cold. Francko brought you here and healed you. It's been seven days," Gabrielle sighed. "Kakara, what did I tell you about pushing yourself and not getting enough rest?"

Kakara grunted, looking up at him, getting cross herself. "You're the one to talk," she stared at him flatly.

"I'm not a warrior that kills things including my own body now am I?" He tilted his head, ignoring how he had also been pushing himself as a crafter.

Kakara blinked. He had gotten so... snarky with her. Kakara figured that her extreme training habits reminded him of Kaikara's, although something was telling her that he took things to another level, which made her want to do the same thing.

She didn't know why she felt the need to do so. He was trying to catch up to her level, not the other way around. Did she forget who she was? Or was it the fact that she forgot who she used to be? Back when she was nothing but a cold-blooded and cold-hearted savage after Michelle had died, back when she stepped into the void of the vanquisher.