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Ish’talla Side
Andr'ial and Ati'yya
Chapter 01 : 12
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“We will see you soon then, cousin. The others will want to see your new pet.” Andr’ial bows slightly to the other man. “We will be there. I thank you and In’irda for your generosity. I am sure Ati’yya is grateful as well.” White eyes meet slitted golden yellow and the Siren blushes slightly under her mask, thankful neither man can see. “Does my Ati’yya better understand her role and expected behaviors?” In’irda nods once, keeping her head down as she bows slightly to show she has done was what asked of her. The horned man places a clawed finger beneath her chin, lifting her golden gaze to meet his own once more. “I thank you for this.” His eyes break contact first as he turns back towards Hir’itel, saying his goodbyes before leading the pair out the door and resetting his wards. White eyes stare at the door for several moments in silence, unsure if he was truly ready to turn around and face his Siren. He is still very upset, for many reasons, none of which he wished to show Ati’yya. Hir’itel had given him sound advice, made him understand her training will take time, that she will continue to fight. He frowns slightly, all the while trying to convince Andr’ial to allow him to borrow Ati’yya to train her himself. Something he would never do as he will not allow her touched by another and that is exactly what his cousin would do. He sighs slightly, turning away from the door and forcing himself to face that which he does not want to. He hopes In’irda’s experience has gotten through to Ati’yya even a little, as he does not know how he can deal with her constant escape attempts. She will harm herself, or others. She does not understand the futility. Andr’ial removes his heavy boots before discarding his thick tunic as well, leaving them by the door to pick up later. His steps towards the bed are tentative and unsure, the horned man wishes to avoid gazing upon his beautiful Siren for as long as possible. Webbed fingers fill his vision and he follows the lines up her arms and the sky blue hair that falls around her frame until his gaze rests on the collar. A stream of words leaves his lips and the metal unlocks around her neck. Pulling his eyes away again, he lays himself down on the mattress, sighing as he places his arms up behind his head and staring at the intricate murals that span his ceiling. Ownership… is not what he expected. Ati’yya’s fingers slide up to her neck and to the place the collar had been only a few moments as the silver haired man lies himself down on the bed, grateful to be free of the tether finally. Blue slitted eyes stare over at Andr’ial as his own gaze remains locked on the ceiling above, all of the words the other Siren had said to her playing through her head. She is still not sure she will be able to endure all that’s expected of her any more than she’s sure she’ll ever be able to look at the one at her side as anything but a strange creature from a race she’s learned to be so terrible, she’s unsure if she will be able to think of someone who has hurt her as much as he has as a suitor, but… she guesses she will have to try because in learning what the alternative is, she would rather not find herself at the mercy of that in this male’s stead. A soft sigh slips from her lips before she lowers her hand and pushes herself away from the intricately patterned headboard to crawl over to the horned man’s still form. White eyes still refuse to look at her even as she settles by his side and as she sits back on her knees, webbed fingers reach out to touch at the built chest beneath her, hesitating with a soft frown before she would contact until the very tips of delicate claws reach bare skin. The touch pulls Andr’ial’s attentions despite his reluctance and white eyes slide away from the patterns above their heads and up to lock with Ati’yya’s blue slitted gaze. Pulling her hand back, she touches just above her chest and makes a quiet high pitched series of sounds she’s hoping he will understand. She figures that if she is to treat him as a suitor, the first step will be to learn his name and to teach him hers in return. A hint of hope flashes in Andr’ial’s eyes and he sits himself up slightly, watching as she repeats the sounds again before reaching towards the horned man, followed by expectant silence. He couldn’t hope to repeat what she had said but he thinks he understands. Clawed fingers reach up to touch at his own chest. “Andr’ial.” He says quietly, repeating the word and action until she nods in acknowledgement. Sliding her hand back to her own chest, she repeats her own name once more, causing the silver haired figure to frown. Andr’ial is unsure how she will understand that here, that cannot be her name, that he cannot even say it if he wanted to. The horned man reaches forward slowly, gently grasping on to Ati’yya’s webbed fingers and bringing them forward again, placing her hand to his chest and saying his name once again before moving it back to touch at her own. “Ati’yya.” If he can hope to teach her even a little of what he’s saying, at least have her acknowledge what he calls her, it will be far better than nothing. But the blue haired Siren simply furrows her brows in confusion. Her captor is saying two different things and she’s not sure she understands why. For a moment she thought he understood that she was telling him her name but with the two words he’s said being different, she’s no longer sure he does. The horned man touches at her chest again, repeating the second word again before he slides his hand back to his own and says the first. Blue slitted eyes blink before understanding finally hits her and she realizes that the second word in his language is referring to her. And as she realizes that, the many times he has repeated that word since the day she’d been taken come back into focus as well, suddenly making perfect sense. She frowns just slightly and shakes her head when he repeats it again, intent on making him understand that she is not ‘Ati’yya’ by saying her name once more while patting her fingers against her skin. Andr’ial frowns a little in return before a sigh slips free of his lips and he sits up just a little further, repeating the name he’s given her. For a few minutes longer this replays between them before frustration seeps into the silver haired man’s features and suddenly he says something to her in exacerbation before blurting out a series of chirping sounds that sound nothing like what she’s been telling him at all. The butchered attempt at her true name is so wrong that an immediate look of indignity shifts across her pretty features before she reaches out and claps long fingers over his mouth to stop him from continuing. Shaking her head, it dons on her that for whatever reason her captor simply won’t be able to pronounce her name any more than she’ll be able to pronounce the one he’s given her, but at least the one he’s given her sounds better than whatever it was he just tried to say so it will have to make due. Blue slitted eyes meet pupiless white once again and she taps his chest, waiting expectantly for him to speak. Another flicker of hope travels through his gaze as he tells her his name before she nods in understanding, reaching down to take his clawed hand and pull it to her chest with another expectant look painted on her face. “Ati’yya” At the word, she nods that she’s understood before a smile she can’t help smiling forms on her mouth, happy to find that even though he will not be able to call her by her real name, that she finally has learned his own. Andr’ial’s smile easily mirrors hers, finding himself happy that she is trying and learning. Whatever In’irda said, must have made her understand that it is best for them all if she does. With this, he will try as well. The horned man wants her to be happy here, he wants this to be home to his Siren. Reaching out, he takes her hand and slides it up to press his lips gently to the back, wanting her to understand he is pleased before a look of concern washes over him. He had promised Hir’itel that for his help, he would bring Ati’yya to the next gathering his cousin was having. There would be many other Siren owners there with their pets and not all of them are treated well. He is not sure she will understand that this will not happen to her. It may be overwhelming and he does not want to taint what little progress they have made. He also is not comfortable with so many eyes looking upon his Ati’yya, as he will need to present her to the others. She is still new, still untamed and it is only her second day on land. What will take weeks, possibly months, will need to be understood within days and he is unsure it is possible. But for now, he simply wants to enjoy his beautiful Siren so Andr’ial stands and walks around the bed, extending clawed fingers and waiting for her to place her hand in his. After several moments and a slightly confused look, she does so and he gently leads her over to the pool now bathed in the evening sun. He lets go, kneeling down and splashing his hand in before looking up to meet blue slitted eyes once more. “Water.” Andr’ial sits at the edge, slowly lowering his own feet into the pool and flinching at the cold of the water before he jumps in. He has no idea how these creature can tolerate such temperatures. Shivering and obviously miserable, he extends a hand to her again, inviting her to join him. Ati’yya stares down at the horned man while he shivers in the water with his hand extended, her slitted gaze trailing away for a moment to follow long strands of silvery hair as it floats across the surface. For as base and clumsy as these creatures have shown themselves to be, she has to admit that this one does hold a certain amount of beauty to him that she has not seen in the others she’s been subjected to so far. The blue haired Siren’s gaze slides back soon after and with a little hesitation, she reaches out to slip her fingers against his and allow herself to be pulled in. The water splashes only a little as she hops gracefully in, the feel of the liquid nearly surrounding her slender frame more comforting than she’ll ever be able to say. Andr’ial pulls her in close by the maintained grip, slitted eyes close and she can’t help arching her lithe body back to wet long sky colored locks completely as pupiless white stare transfixed to her every move before she straightens with hair slicked back. Tilting her head just slightly when she notices the raised skin across strong arms, a look of curiosity forms on her features as a webbed hand slides up to touch before she presses in against him to get a better look. Andr’ial smiles despite his shivers, allowing her to poke and prod as she pleases. Cold, webbed fingers move along his as he watches, her innocent curiosity quite endearing to him. He remains still as she reaches his shoulders and chest before slitted eyes move up to the horn that grows from his forehead. Small claws trace over the slight ridges out to the tip where she grabs on to the end, pulling down and not realizing how much force she is using until Andr’ial’s falls face first into the water, surprising them both. Ati’yya jumps back as he flips his head up, gasping for air and coughing slightly. After taking a moment to recover, he realizes she’s still looking on at him in shock and slight fear, perhaps that she had done something wrong. A few more coughs later, he laughs with an amused smile, pushing the silver stands that cling to his face away. She relaxes slightly at his reaction and moves towards him again. Clawed finger reach out slowly as she comes near, threading through wet sky blue locks to tuck them behind her ear and look over the delicately webbed flesh. Sirens fascinate him so much, especially this one. Ati’yya is perfection of the race to him, no other he has seen is as beautiful and when they arrive at Hir’itel’s, the others will see this as well. No doubt he will receive more offers, possibly even threats, but he will ignore them all. He wouldn’t give up his Ati’yya for the world.
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