Thread: Two Worlds Collide RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Kihanna woke the next morning under a fur blanket that was surprisingly very warm. Her clothes were dry and unwrinkled to her also surprise and her hair wasnt awful, though it took a bit of combing with her fingers to get it to cooperate. She wished she had a brush, but all she had escaped with was the clothing on her. She yawned and stretched, noticing the bowls before she heard Terras voice outside. So much for any pleasantries for the morning. As she feared, her warm welcome was waning and expired from the sounds of it today. They didnt want an alien amongst them. They wanted to return to their daily lives. She could understand that. When they had guests at the palace it disrupted everything, daily routines be damned. Eating silently but cleanly she finished the food and drained the water than cleaned up the bed they were kind enough to grant her and stepped outside. As Terra had promised, no one had bothered or even spoke to her. She felt like few wanted to now though. That was all well. They saw her as an outsider. She was just glad she hadnt outted herself as a princess. She was always treated differently then, as an object to bargain or negotiate with. It had only happened twice, but one threatened war and death to her unless her father give in to his many demands. Another demanded she marry his ugly self else he would declare war on her people and slaughter her home. Both cases her father and his elite had swept in to save her and since the last she had been more careful to not give her status or her fathers away unless they were within alliance territory. And to never wear her crown outside her home planet. Her father held the second biggest army on this side of the universe. She was well sought after for that kind of power that would be handed down to her. And with her betrothed to the prince, her father would soon have an army surpassing any. But all Kihanna wished for was to be herself. She did not wish to marry the Captain - as he called himself more than his true title - nor control an army when her father retired. She enjoyed being a princess, but she wanted to live in peace, not war. But all of this was simple speculation now. She did not know if the Captain had survived, nor when shed get off this planet. She just hoped she could reach out to her father before her supposed death resulted in a war that would consume the lives of millions and destroy half the galaxy. Thank you for the food, she exclaimed, seeing Terra. Her eyes were clouded with all these darker thoughts, the gold not so bright. But Terra looked just the same as yesterday, beautiful in her own way and ready for whatever came next. Good morning, she added, trying to throw in some pleasantries. She knew they wanted her gone, but she didnt want to leave a terrible impression. Not that shed be back. She wouldnt tell her father of these natives, and hoped her did not try and claim this untouched planet as his own. These peaceful people did not need that. They were happy with what they had. I will leave now, she promised, ready to go. She turned away to start walking in the direction she hoped was right and by sheer accident one of her tails quietly brushed Terras cheek, too long and large to be entirely contained to a small space. Her fur was silky soft, like nothing else Terra could have ever experienced. But the reaction was immediate and obvious. Terra saw a shiver run through the entirety of Kiha from the tips of her tails ending with a twitch in her ears and a rosy blush to her cheeks. She wrung her hands, not realizing it was Terra she had brushed but assuming she had hit the tent and set off her nerves and her tails wrapped around her legs and arms for a moment, vibrating as she calmed herself. She looked back to Terra with a calm guarded face, hiding that she felt anything and it would be clear why Kiha demanded space. Not because she was a prude by nature, but because she was hypersensitive. And that could be both pleasant or highly painful in the wrong hands. Is it this way? She asked, acting as if nothing happened as she had not seen what she brushed, her tails relaxing and fanning out behind her again, careful to avoid objects.