This Is Not A Party

Velvette wasn’t following Desota for him, she hoped he might lead her to her brother. More likely she knew he would lead her to Balsalm, but she wasn’t as interested in finding him. He was an over eager yearling with no adornments, she didn’t look at him unless she had to. She also didn’t want him to know she’d followed after, though she didn’t quite have her eyes out for prizes on this trip she just wanted to return her brother to where he belonged.

She stifled a sigh as her gaze lingered on the striped boy, he seemed to catch the scent of something and she hoped it wasn’t her. He was quick to look in the branches though and as he leapt into the canopy she knew she’d been found out. She let the sigh fall from her lips as they locked eyes, finding frustration in her foiled plans. Velvette was appeased slightly with his show of humility, but she was still disappointed that he’d found her.

Thankfully he was easy on the eyes, not that they had spent any time together. She was usually busy with training or spending her time with Ramesh to pay much attention to the young men of the Songa. ”I could ask the same of you, Desota.” She used his full name, deciding she didn’t know him well enough to use his common nickname. ”Ramesh ran off after Balsalm, and I want him back.” She told him truthfully, not knowing what he might have suspected from her.