Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

She smirked at her husband and then said,It has indeed been a long time. After a few years of isolation, I do believe none will object to us wanting to spend the rest of the night together. Let's retire and leave the party rage on. Annabella had quickly become intoxicated and in this state she had become strangely serene while for others it would make them more wild, such is the case with her friends. Not that she blamed them for wanting to leave for the high energy when Annabella was quickly diving into calm. The world of reality blurring and enabling her mind to wander. Sounds drowned out slowly as she sat happily watching the mass of dancing figures. Once she felt her adoptive mother's arms cradle her form and lift her from her seat, she felt it was right to finally travel into the spirit world. Her mother carried her from the party as the other orcs became more rowdy with the ale. As it always had been her entire life, when things were getting a bit too much for her frail body, she was taken away. Yet in this instance, Annabella didn't care. Vaguely she was aware of her being placed in her bed and her mother leaving to go back to the party. Still, she didn't feel any anger. The spirit world was where she loved to be. On this ground, she wasn't constricted by her body. She felt herself become an ember, no, a being of roaring flames. Thoughts and memories drained away and it was just the moment that was left. She danced unseen among the faint glimmers of the others on the other side. Here, she flourished in the high spirits. It wasn't just a night for the living. One this ground, they were all merely beings enjoying the night. Unspoken words of stories and emotions all flashed before her sight. The ever shifting and forming world was spinning around her. It was something very few got to see. The beauty none could put into words. She watched and took in the sights of the world as she danced. It was a pleasant but enjoyable bubbly feeling as she felt spirits swirl and dance around her. When she felt drained and ready for the earthen slumber, she finally pulled herself from the spiritual ground and into her physical body. Come morning, she was less than happy of the pounding in her head. She groaned and sat up from her bed. A strong scent filled her senses. Looking to her bed side table, she found her own mother's special brew for hangovers. Smiling, she quickly shot it back and got ready for the day. She looked at herself in the mirror as she wore the typical shaman outfit. It was very revealing, as it always was for the shamans. At its basic as a bikini top and skirt cut very high at its sides to reveal her legs, both made from hide. The outfit was decorated at its trimmings with bones and feathers. Her hair was also styled and fashioned like other female orcs. It was mixed with braids and beading as it was tied up into a high short ponytail. She turned and walked out to the grand hall. It was a bit later in the day and there were plenty of orcs already up. Yet her somewhat happy feeling started to sink when she saw in the distance at a scenic location that she had always enjoyed, the preparation of a home was being made. When she entered she saw that their leader and the high lady were up. By the looks of it, it wasn't very long as it seemed they were settling. Also in the grand hall was Grom. She didn't bother herself with him as the high lady looked to her and beckoned her over. Still in high spirits from last night it seems. High light was in the spiritual world. Oh! You traveled there? I seemed to have been a bit too late when I traveled, I hadn't met with you there. How was it?, she had sent her husband a slight sly smirk. Annabella giggled and said,Wonderful. Then her expression shifted quickly into curiosity as she immediately asked,I see preparations of a home being built, beautiful location for one. But I wonder for whom? You and Grom. Annabella didn't even hide the horror. Then she quickly replied in a slight mumble,Isn't that a bit rushed?! I mean really, assuming we'd pair together!... It's not guaranteed thing that the shaman and leader are a pair, our history has been littered with leaders and shamans who paired with others. The high lady just chuckled and patted her head as she said,We discussed this last night. She immediately scrambled for any reason where she wouldn't have to be with him. Yet everything was going mute for her. It was days later. She had been putting her training into practice as she assisted the high lady. Her glare combated with her mother's expectant stare. Then her mother said,I won't back down. The 'home' was still being built for herself and Grom. Every bit of progress had her gritting her teeth. Yet today was going to be insufferable. Damn near everyone in the village was expecting them to act like they were courting. Like they were so in love. If she knew she had a chance, she'd challenge him to break herself of this situation and send a message that she would never pair with him. Yet she couldn't. Now here she was holding a tray of freshly baked pumpkin cookies that she had made to relax with her mother. Said mother wanted her to take the newly made batch and give it to Grom as a lover's present for this 'holiday' as was what tradition dictated she do on this day. Well, most orcs didn't really know how to cook so instead the lovers gift was some hunt. Yet those who weren't as strong or battle savvy took on domestic skills. Sure Annabella loved to bake and cook and had become very good at it, but she did not want Grom. She was being pushed and forced by the expectations of the village to court him. She found him no problem. Yet as she stood flushed with anger, slightly glaring, in front of him. Annabella couldn't - wouldn't- utter the words the village wanted her to day. So has she held out the plate of cookies she instead said blandly,Today seems very nice so I baked these. Here I made a batch for you.