The two impacts Seinnissia deliver to my shoulder, are weaker than her enraged attitude.
{This people have a serious trouble. They over-relay on their Magic. Understandable, considering how simple it's to deploy and exploit it's effectivity. As this light is far more flexible of what the «Mirror Me» portrayed during our skirmish}.
"You better apologize at once, My Feisty Fiancée. Or i'll show you what equity means".
Seinnissia ignores me, launching a new strike. Her hand attempting to slap my face.
I dodge, displacing to my right, swinging my right palm towards the bountiful firm buttocks of my assailant.
The hard spank crashes dryly, rippling the entire silhouette of Seinnissia, because her bodysuit does an impeccable job at keeping the Maiden's rear in place, dispersing the aggression through her entire frame.
She seals her plump lips, muffling a painful fleeting moan. Glaring menacingly, and lunging at me with a wide hook blow.
Her stance is a mess, full of openings, and i use an obvious one in my favor.
Mirroring her advance, surprise and incomprehension plagues her gaze.
Such sight is spectacular. The puzzlement in her head must be mind-blowing, as the natural reaction, would be to step back to avoid the incoming hit.
But with my prompt advance, our bodies are too close, invading her personal space, and making impossible for her wide punch to connect with my face.
Her inner tricep crashes against my bicep, allowing me to twist my hip, effectively giving a light tackle, destabilizing Seinnissia, breaking her balance, falling to the blue grass, and landing on her rounded gorgeous ass cheeks.
The astonishment in My Feisty Fiancée is highlighted with the fast blinking of her eyelashes, parting her lips, trying to process what just happened to her.
"I have no qualms about treating you with the same indifference or harshness you demonstrate. So decide how our relationship will be, My Feisty Fiancée… , And to answer your previous question. I've lost most of my memory. Vessa is being very kind to show me glimpses of what i should know, without overwhelming me. But assimilate everything in such a short span, is not possible. Now, make it clear. «How do you want us to interact?". I extend my hand, vertically, like a comrade or a friend would do.
She has gritted teeth, hurriedly launching the back of her palm, almost slapping my arm away, stopping her action before the contact between our limbs is consummated.
Still enraged, Seinnissia rotates her hand 45°, the posture is identical to a high-class lady who is accepting the invitation to perform a slow waltz.
"Let's civility guide us, My Fulgent Fiancé. As such. I'll be more than agreeable, remarkable and dutiful. «Don't forget to give me my rightful place»".
She glance fleetingly at Bridgette, and i scoff.
"As long as you are on my side, and reasonable. I'll fulfill my part of the bargain, up to the best of of my abilities, and beyond them if needed".
Seinnissia's hand rests on mine, exerting all the strength in her grip, which is insufficient to affect me, the bodysuit is more than symbiotic fabric, increasing its heaviness and density, actively defending me.
{Strange. The Mirror Me wasn't protected by his bodysuit with this kind of determination. Or it did?. I just couldn't notice it}.
While assisting Seinnissia to stand on her feet, i talk to Bridgette.
"Cutie, omitting the brash words of My Feisty Fiancée. She is not wrong. Knowing how to survive in the water, is commendable, specially in the salty water of a turbulent ocean…".
My approach captures Bridgette's attention, giving me a leeway to arbitrate between her and Seinnissia.
"But you must be able to extrapolate said notion to distinct fields, fitting them to match your necessities, having an open-minded flexibility, willing to adapt, depending on the situation. Like Vessa said, Cutie, «You are here to learn about outing cooking», and so do i… , Let's do it together".
"I'll make an effort for you Handsome, but if i do a good job. I want a prize".
We can discuss it later Cutie".
Bridgette smiles, no smuggling attitude, no mocking glares at Seinnissia, and no acting skills involved, once again, she is being genuine, which clearly surprises Vestaria, her raised eyebrows being an exemplary indicator.
The four of us take a detour from the initial route towards the lake, heading to the north.
The hills are plagued with a labyrinth of natural caverns and carved tunnels. Some areas are simpler holes that show signs of having been used as burrows of various animals. Foxes, Wolves, Rabbits, Bears and Hares.
All of them identifiable by the stench of their shit, the strands of their fur, and the remains of lesser animals that surely served as food for something bigger.
My knowledge as an amateur hunter, may be lacking or blatantly deficient for the «New World». But founding a really strange pair of footprints between the weed, causes the group to stop our advance.
I crouch down, analyzing the sample. "This is so weird, the silhouette seems to be from a rabbit, but bigger and heavier, perhaps is bipedal, or rest a lot on his hind legs, though the outline looks… , Synthetic?. Like a prefabricated mold…".
"Could it be a prank?. Or a decoy to mislead others?". Suggest Bridgette. "It's a known tactic on the «High Seas», and is especially effective if you have a submersible boat to set up an ambush, striking stealthily with precision…".
The comment is more than revealing, immediately alarming us, as the three ladies accompanying me, murmur. "«Bodsh»".
They gain a slim layer of translucent energy, coating their silhouettes with impeccable accuracy. Like if they were wrapped by a tight film of ethereal cellophane.
{I want to learn this «Bodsh». Looks more useful and reliable than what the «Mirror Me» occupied}.
I see movement to my left, between the blue long leaves of grass. We also have unwanted company to my right, and front.
Three groups mixing Hares and Rabbits, for a total of thirteen beasts.
{Both types of animals are larger than a well trained K-9 Combat Hound}.
Behind them, are ten anthropoid creatures with the same rodent characteristics, their front teeth chipped or sharpened on the tips, evidencing their carnivore diet, growling at us with sadistic hunger…