Cuddled against Morgan's shoulder, Harper continued to stare out over the city, moonlight washing over the two of them like a silver ocean. "Nayak really is beautiful," affirmed the nephilim, "I'm excited to explore it with you tomorrow."
"It's nice, sure," agreed the girl, "But I can think of something far prettier. Compared to that, it's not all that impressive."
Harper raised an eyebrow. There was something off about their friend's tone. "Oh? What could that be?"
The blonde shuddered as their friend leaned down to whisper into their ear, "You."
Their eyes widened and they audibly gasped, "I-huh?" A blush fell across their face.
Morgan's movement was sudden and Harper did not attempt to resist. They were pinned to a nearby wall in an instant, the tall girl's smirking face towering over them. Their face was dyed a further shade of red. Their heart beat rapidly against their chest. Thump thump thump thump thump.
"O-oh..." the blonde managed to sputter out.
One of Morgan's hands gently lifted their face by the chin. They could feel the other hand on their back. It grazed one of their markings causing them to shiver. Then it travelled lower... Lower...
Fire spread across Harper's face as the hand reached its destination. A sharp gasp escaped their lips as they felt a slight squeeze. Then, slowly, Morgan's face moved closer, lips puckered. Closer, closer, closer, then finally...
Harper's eyes shot open to a knock knock knock against the door to their room.
"Gah! Huh?" They lifted their head and their eyes scanned the room as they gathered their senses and morning light flooded in from between the silk curtains
Morgan's voice poured in through the mint green wooden door in much the same way as the sunlight. "Rise and shine, blondie. We've got a city to tour. Do your hair, throw on clothes, whatever it is you do to make yourself cute, then meet me out front."
"Alright," mumbled a sleepy nephilim, rubbing their eyes. They couldn't remember if they had ever been a morning person before, but they certainly weren't one now. Especially not after they had awoken in the middle of a dream... Oh gods, the dream!
The blonde covered their face with their hands, despite the absence of anyone there to see how red it must have been. I dreamed- I... She... S-she... Agghhh!
They shoved their face into their feather pillow and whimpered, waiting for the embarrassment to subside.
They were eventually able to shove these thoughts to the back of their mind and move on. Thanking Cira above for the privacy of their own thoughts, they crawled off of their cot and began to dress themself. They had a lot to do today and they shunned the thought of keeping their crush waiting.
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"So where might we find this college, specifically?" Morgan leaned against a limestone pillar, arms crossed as she awaited her friend and conversed idly with Priestess Kiya. The sorceress wore the same grey kalasiris she had donned for dinner the previous night. Kiya wore her usual white and gold attire.
"Well," the lady began, "College is not exactly the right word, I chose it only because -as you are an easterner- I assumed it to be familiar. Translated, it is called the House of Readers. The concept still is the same, however."
"Alright. And how might we get there?" Morgan reiterated.
"North. You will make your way through the Great Bazaar, partake of some of the food there if you wish, then you will find your way to a large, complex building with a great, blue dome. This is the House of Readers. It will be difficult to miss. An attendant will be swift to see you at the doors."
YOU ARE READING
Harper's Pathos
FantasyA blade to the throat, a splitting headache, and amnesia. These were the three things that greeted Harper as they awoke in the dark, a thousand feet below the Glass Desert. With a stunning sorceress -both in appearance and in temperament- as their o...
