Pull the Ripcord

When Dalila finally walked away from Chimera's suite she did so sore and exhausted with a clarity that could only come once the lingering effects of the alcohol and her heat had begun to fade. She had promised that she would meet Aliana in the gardens and she would certainly hold to that promise, but before she could make it there she started to walk toward the wing of the large structure that she shared with Siren only to stop short and stand there alone in the corridor for a long moment. She felt like she had become the thing that she had been so distraught at Siren for and that realization made her sick to her stomach with guilt. She had grown to accept the fact that Siren would never be loyal to her, but part of her had thought that she might at least be loyal to Siren none of the less, but the night before had proven her wrong. She owed Siren the deepest apology she could muster for not being more understanding to the lengths Siren had gone to in the fog of her heat, but she didn't have the strength to do it yet.

At the very least she had the small relief of knowing that Aliana had a remedy on hand to prevent her from carrying Chimera's children. At the very least she wouldn't have to make Siren watch her carry her brother's children and she could begin to put this behind her. She didn't know what would happen to the relationship between her, Siren, Chimera, or Aliana after this, but first things first she had to go meet Aliana. She sighed and turned away from the corridor that would have led her to Siren's room and instead made her way out to the gardens that Ali had instructed her to go to. When she stepped outside she was momentarily distracted by the points of light drifting and bobbing through the air, the night holding a mysterious glow with the moonlight and the fireflies that danced through the air.

She gave her head a brief shake to refocus her attention and she pushed onward, finding Aliana easily enough. Her ears flicked slightly as she noticed how the blue hues of the night around them went so nicely with the slate coloring of Aliana's fur and she very quickly tried to push those thoughts away. She was going to be thrilled when the season finally passed and her heat was no longer effecting her thoughts. Looking at the other former slave now all she could think about was how it had felt to kiss her and that most certainly not what she needed to be thinking about right now. She glanced at the herbs that Ali brought with her and she gave the other woman a relieved, thankful smile. "Thank you for this, Aliana," she said softly.

"Dalila"