Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

Naria was surprised to discover that Lexa had been holding up a lot of her weight, but did not complain. She merely nestled in closer, a deep content purr emanating form her chest and throat. She felt immensely safe and warm, as if being deep in Lexa's embrace protected her from all of the troubles and dangers in the world, including emotions such as grief, no matter how deep the wound that had been left by Akara's demise, she was so grateful that the warrior had come and stayed with her. Upon hearing the names of the other two spoken, she blinked away fresh tears, but all new signs of sadness were concealed by being buried against the larger woman. In a tribe consisting of just over two hundred it was not difficult to know everyone, at least in name. Even those who avoided the larger tribal feasts and celebrations were still known because their absence was still felt. The ones who did this were almost always warriors who served on the border lookouts, a tiny grouping of buildings built high up into the trees on either end of the forest. There were some who often chose to stay out there even when it was time to swap out groups for rest in the following moon cycle. Preferring the solitude and the bond with their fellow warriors. Naria's ears remained flat against her head as she listened to Lexa blame herself. No...please, don't say that. This was something she had heard before, from Akara, when other sisters had been lost in protecting the grove from outsiders. She was never out there, she didn't know what it was like, but she still remembered when she was captured the high lord who held her in servitude had managed to kill one. Even though she wasn't personally responsible she felt the guilt for that death for every year she lived happily among the sapphisari, so she could only imagine what that kind of guilt was like for those who had caused deaths before they themselves became sisters., which was why assigning blame of any kind during tragedies like these was so dangerous, something she often said to calm Akara and now just as Lexa had come to console her she would repeat this advice, strangely in the face of Akara's own death. Just think of the weight those three deaths will have on our four new sisters, it's not fair for you to blame yourself or say you should have died, just as it isn't fair for any of us to accuse them. They don't know any better but they will in time and it will hurt them. It was funny how she had gone from barely able to breath over the loss to repeating this philosophy, especially when she wanted to blame who ever it was who took Akara from her, she wanted to know, she wanted them to suffer, but these were human emotions and they had no place here, she knew that. My birth into the tribe coincided with a death. She paused still uncertain how Lexa would react, as some were incredibly adamant about the taboo. I may not have been the one with the knife but I still feel the weight of it every day, just as our new sisters will. No one, not them, and certainly not you should feel responsible If anyone should, it should be Khalla who pitted 6 sapphisari against 58 humans. She thought to herself bitterly, struggling to fight back the onslaught of fresh tears by beginning to kiss and lick Lexa's neck once more.