NaNoWriMo, part 9
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bookish_dragonPG-13, fade-to-black sex.
Chapter 4
Bored. She was so bored. Olgyu wandered the halls. There was not much to do. The monks had their work, but as a guest she was not needed for any of that. She kicked a wall in frustration. The thickness of her boots prevented her from hurting her foot too much. She was so bored. She stopped as she ran into a wall of scent. She was close to Sister Emmar's room again. It smelled like she was still working.Olgyu knocked on the door.
"Just a moment!" Sister Emmar called. She opened the door soon after. "Hello again! How can I help you this evening? Is it the leg again? What is your name? You never told me last time." Her eyes were very bright and a peculiar shade of blue, Olgyu noticed. "Come in, come in."
"Are you all right?" she asked. "You seem more energetic than yesterday." She followed the monk into the room. The fire was burning higher than before, Instead of the kettle there was a large pot hanging over it. Most of the new smell was coming from there.Olgyu started to feel lightheaded. "What are you doing here?" She sat down on one of the chairs, after taking out the vials that had been lying in it.
"You still have not told me your name. Or why you are here again. I am making a new batch of the brew we use at our ceremonies." Sister Emmar fluttered around the room.
"What goes into that brew? What ceremonies do you have? I thought this order was not religious," Olgyu said. She tried to follow the other woman's travels around the room.
Sister Emmar giggled. "That would be telling. You are not a member, so I can not tell you that either."
Olgyu's head started to spin. "I feel funny."
"That is only the fumes from the brew. You will be feeling fine soon." The monk sat down on the edge of the rickety table and promptly slid off. She lay in a heap on the ground. "Wheeee!" She giggled again.
"Do you need to stay here? Can we go somewhere else?" Olgyu asked. She saw how the clothes fell around the monk's body and swallowed. A small voice in the back of her head said she knew exactly why she had come here.
Sister Emmar tried to think. Her brain was whirling around on her. "I do not have to stay here, no. It needs to simmer down, but that does not mean I have to keep watching it." Gracelessly she got up from the floor. "Where do you want to go?"
"Any place but here. Let's go." Olgyu got up out of her chair.
"I need to check on the brew to see if all is going well. It will only take a moment." She walked over to the fire, and stirred in the pot with a big spoon. She banked down the fire so it would burn for a long time. "Done!"Olgyu walked over to hearth and led the monk by the arm out of the room. "Where are we going?"
"Have you eaten? I have never seen you in the mess hall."
"I mostly eat in my room. I do not need much people around me." Sister Emmar was bouncing along with Olgyu.
"Do you sleep there as well? Where can you put a bed in there?"
The monk giggled. "Those chairs are very comfortable. Food food food!"
Olgyu raised an eyebrow. "That can not be healthy. When is the last time you slept in a bed?"
She shrugged. "I do not know. What is your name?"
"It is Olgyu. Olgyu Axil. Have you eaten today?" 'You can share my bed.' She tried to get that thought out of her head. This close she could smell the monk. Poppy and fire and sweat.
"Nice to meet you, Olgyu. I have not, I have been too busy today."
"Let's get some food inside you then. You must be starving."
"Food food food! I never feel hungry when I am working." She let herself be led.
"All the more reason to feed you." She steered the monk towards the mess hall.
"To the bears?" Sister Emmar burst into a giggling fit again. Olgyu laughed along with her, the remark having struck her sense of humour.
"There is good eating on one of those. Are there any nearby?" she asked.
"Not that I know of. I doubt it."
"Spring is not the best time to hunt them anyway. Not enough meat after their hibernation. Shame. Here we are." They walked into the hall. It had emptied since Olgyu had eaten her dinner. The plate of food Sister Emmar got given looked like the kitchen was nearing the last of what they had prepared for this evening.Olgyu took the plate from Sister Emmar's hands as she threatened to let it fall and they sat down at a table. Olgyu set the plate down in front of the monk. "Now eat. Maybe that will make you less flighty."
"Yes, mother." Sister Emmar giggled again, and started eating. "It tastes a bit bland."
"You waited too long. It is your own fault. How do you do it normally? Do you come here?" She put her head in her hands and looked at the monk. There was a light layer of what looked like dried poppy in her red hair. "Perhaps you need to brush out your hair as well."
Sister Emmar raised a hand to her hair and smiled at the residue she found on her fingers. "Perhaps I should. It does go well with my hair-colour, do you not think so?" She sniffed her index-finger. "Some poppy and clover. Usually they bring me a plate. They do not when I am brewing like I am today, because of the smell. And I rarely eat on these days." She finished the last of her food. She sighed. "That was what I needed. Thank you for bringing me here. Was there any special reason you stopped by?" She looked at Olgyu.
"Nothing in particular." She shifted in her seat. She had been watching the monk eat, and it was only by sheer luck she had caught this last question. She was feeling nervous. "Where are you from?" Where did that come from?
"Plün. My father worked at the sawmill until his accident. He did not survive. My mother tried to take care of us as best she could, but in the end it got to be too much for her and we got sent here. My brothers learnedcarpenting and went out into the world. I do not know where they are now. I stayed and joined the order."
"We were at Plün recently. Have you ever gone back?"
"No. There is nothing for me there right now. My life is here." She did not look sad as Olgyu found she had been expecting. She looked like someone who had found peace in her life. It was an admirable feeling, Olgyu had always thought. She had never achieved that.
"Does it not get lonely sometimes, being without your family?"
"We were never that close. The order is my family now. I do not need much people around me. I prefer being alone."
"So you can talk to yourself more." Olgyu winked. Sister Emmar laughed.
"Do you not miss your family? You said you were not from around here," she asked the warrior.
Olgyu leaned back in her chair. "I do. Tribes can be very close-knit. Mine was. Everyone knows everyone, and knows everything about everyone. Makes it very hard to keep secrets, but those are considered to be bad for the feeling of connectedness."
"You are not travelling on your own. Does being in a group not help?"
"It is not the same. I do not know them the way I knew the members of my tribe. I miss that feeling." Olgyu put her hands in her neck and looked at the ceiling. Sister Emmar moved closer. Again Olgyu could smell her, a scent of poppy and clover and fire and sweat and the body under her clothes. It made her head spin. She found herself leaning in to catch more of the scent. She pulled back. She did not know what Sister Emmar would think of thatbehaviour.
Sister Emmar put her hand on Olgyu's shoulder to see how she would react. She had seen how the warrior had leaned in closer to her, only to move back. What had caused that? She felt Olgyu stiffen under her touch. To the few monks that were still there it looked like she was just dispensing advice and offering some comfort. Where the woman's hand touched her shoulder Olgyu felt a warmth passing through her shirt. She looked the other woman straight in the eyes. All she saw in those peculiar blue eyes was innocence and curiosity. Her normal courage seemed to seep out through her boots at this. Sister Emmar had no idea what she was doing.Olgyu got up, missing the warm hand as soon as it slid from her shoulder.
"I have to go. Sorry." She took long strides out of the mess hall. Sister Emmar watched, nonplussed. Had she done anything wrong? She got up as well, and followed. Outside she could the warrior round the corner.
"Olgyu!" She ran after her. "Where are you going?" Olgyu did not look back. It did not appear she had heard the monk in the first place. Sister Emmar doubled her pace. "Hey, Olgyu! Where are you going?" She managed to catch up with theblonde woman and out her hand on Olgyu's arm. "Why did you leave like that?" Olgyu spun around.
"Do you really want to know?"n she asked Sister Emmar. The monk nodded. Olgyu slowly walked the woman with her back to the wall. "Are you sure?" She looked down at the monk, searching for any doubt in her face. Sister Emmar could only nod. Her speech seemed to have left her. She put her hands on Olgyu's arms.
"Tell me, please," she whispered. "Have I done anything wrong?" In response Olgyu bowed her head and kissed her, long and hard. Sister Emmar's eyes widened in surprise and then closed. She had not expected this. After a moment she kissed back, inexpertly.Olgyu finally drew back from the kiss, her eyes glittering.
"That is why." She let go off Sister Emmar. The redheaded woman did not let go off her arms. "I did not want to take you to bed with me without you knowing what you were doing."
"I seem to have the idea now." She drew down Olgyu's head and kissed her. It was sloppy and wet and her nose bumped into Olgyu's cheek and she did not know what to do exactly and she did not care, it was the first time she had ever kissed anyone and she did not want to stop. Her lungs felt like they were on fire. She drew back from the kiss and gasped for air.
"Breathe through your nose," Olgyu said. She was smiling. "I think we should leave the hall. It is not a good idea to make out here."
Sister Emmar's eyes were slightly glazed. "Let's go. Where to?"
"I have my own room. Can you leave your brew alone for this long?"
"What brew...?" Sister Emmar found it hard to think with the sudden lust clouding her brain. It did drive away the last vestiges of the brew-fumes. "Oh, that. Yes, I can."
Olgyu released her from her position against the wall and grabbed her hand tightly. "Good." She almost dragged the monk to her room. Outside the door she looked at Sister Emmar again. "You are sure about this? You can always back out. I do not want to force you into anything you do not like or want."
Sister Emmar opened the door. "I am sure. I understand. Thank you." This time it was her who did the dragging. She closed the door and pressed Olgyu to its surface. She kissed her again.
"Fast learner." Olgyu put her arms around Sister Emmar and pulled her closer. Her hands rubbed the monk's back, looking for a way to get under her shirt. There was a soft moan coming from the monk. Encouraged Olgyu worked her hands under the shirt and trailed them along a bare back. She lifted up the monk by hiking her hands under her legs and carried her to the bed.
Some time in the night Sister Emmar woke up and wondered where she was. It did not smell or look like her room. And she was being held by someone. She heard soft snoring coming from behind her. She turned her head to see Olgyu's face lying on her shoulder. That had happened. The bed was warm and she felt comfortable and better than she had ever felt. She smiled and drifted back off to sleep.
Chapter 4
Bored. She was so bored. Olgyu wandered the halls. There was not much to do. The monks had their work, but as a guest she was not needed for any of that. She kicked a wall in frustration. The thickness of her boots prevented her from hurting her foot too much. She was so bored. She stopped as she ran into a wall of scent. She was close to Sister Emmar's room again. It smelled like she was still working.Olgyu knocked on the door.
"Just a moment!" Sister Emmar called. She opened the door soon after. "Hello again! How can I help you this evening? Is it the leg again? What is your name? You never told me last time." Her eyes were very bright and a peculiar shade of blue, Olgyu noticed. "Come in, come in."
"Are you all right?" she asked. "You seem more energetic than yesterday." She followed the monk into the room. The fire was burning higher than before, Instead of the kettle there was a large pot hanging over it. Most of the new smell was coming from there.Olgyu started to feel lightheaded. "What are you doing here?" She sat down on one of the chairs, after taking out the vials that had been lying in it.
"You still have not told me your name. Or why you are here again. I am making a new batch of the brew we use at our ceremonies." Sister Emmar fluttered around the room.
"What goes into that brew? What ceremonies do you have? I thought this order was not religious," Olgyu said. She tried to follow the other woman's travels around the room.
Sister Emmar giggled. "That would be telling. You are not a member, so I can not tell you that either."
Olgyu's head started to spin. "I feel funny."
"That is only the fumes from the brew. You will be feeling fine soon." The monk sat down on the edge of the rickety table and promptly slid off. She lay in a heap on the ground. "Wheeee!" She giggled again.
"Do you need to stay here? Can we go somewhere else?" Olgyu asked. She saw how the clothes fell around the monk's body and swallowed. A small voice in the back of her head said she knew exactly why she had come here.
Sister Emmar tried to think. Her brain was whirling around on her. "I do not have to stay here, no. It needs to simmer down, but that does not mean I have to keep watching it." Gracelessly she got up from the floor. "Where do you want to go?"
"Any place but here. Let's go." Olgyu got up out of her chair.
"I need to check on the brew to see if all is going well. It will only take a moment." She walked over to the fire, and stirred in the pot with a big spoon. She banked down the fire so it would burn for a long time. "Done!"Olgyu walked over to hearth and led the monk by the arm out of the room. "Where are we going?"
"Have you eaten? I have never seen you in the mess hall."
"I mostly eat in my room. I do not need much people around me." Sister Emmar was bouncing along with Olgyu.
"Do you sleep there as well? Where can you put a bed in there?"
The monk giggled. "Those chairs are very comfortable. Food food food!"
Olgyu raised an eyebrow. "That can not be healthy. When is the last time you slept in a bed?"
She shrugged. "I do not know. What is your name?"
"It is Olgyu. Olgyu Axil. Have you eaten today?" 'You can share my bed.' She tried to get that thought out of her head. This close she could smell the monk. Poppy and fire and sweat.
"Nice to meet you, Olgyu. I have not, I have been too busy today."
"Let's get some food inside you then. You must be starving."
"Food food food! I never feel hungry when I am working." She let herself be led.
"All the more reason to feed you." She steered the monk towards the mess hall.
"To the bears?" Sister Emmar burst into a giggling fit again. Olgyu laughed along with her, the remark having struck her sense of humour.
"There is good eating on one of those. Are there any nearby?" she asked.
"Not that I know of. I doubt it."
"Spring is not the best time to hunt them anyway. Not enough meat after their hibernation. Shame. Here we are." They walked into the hall. It had emptied since Olgyu had eaten her dinner. The plate of food Sister Emmar got given looked like the kitchen was nearing the last of what they had prepared for this evening.Olgyu took the plate from Sister Emmar's hands as she threatened to let it fall and they sat down at a table. Olgyu set the plate down in front of the monk. "Now eat. Maybe that will make you less flighty."
"Yes, mother." Sister Emmar giggled again, and started eating. "It tastes a bit bland."
"You waited too long. It is your own fault. How do you do it normally? Do you come here?" She put her head in her hands and looked at the monk. There was a light layer of what looked like dried poppy in her red hair. "Perhaps you need to brush out your hair as well."
Sister Emmar raised a hand to her hair and smiled at the residue she found on her fingers. "Perhaps I should. It does go well with my hair-colour, do you not think so?" She sniffed her index-finger. "Some poppy and clover. Usually they bring me a plate. They do not when I am brewing like I am today, because of the smell. And I rarely eat on these days." She finished the last of her food. She sighed. "That was what I needed. Thank you for bringing me here. Was there any special reason you stopped by?" She looked at Olgyu.
"Nothing in particular." She shifted in her seat. She had been watching the monk eat, and it was only by sheer luck she had caught this last question. She was feeling nervous. "Where are you from?" Where did that come from?
"Plün. My father worked at the sawmill until his accident. He did not survive. My mother tried to take care of us as best she could, but in the end it got to be too much for her and we got sent here. My brothers learnedcarpenting and went out into the world. I do not know where they are now. I stayed and joined the order."
"We were at Plün recently. Have you ever gone back?"
"No. There is nothing for me there right now. My life is here." She did not look sad as Olgyu found she had been expecting. She looked like someone who had found peace in her life. It was an admirable feeling, Olgyu had always thought. She had never achieved that.
"Does it not get lonely sometimes, being without your family?"
"We were never that close. The order is my family now. I do not need much people around me. I prefer being alone."
"So you can talk to yourself more." Olgyu winked. Sister Emmar laughed.
"Do you not miss your family? You said you were not from around here," she asked the warrior.
Olgyu leaned back in her chair. "I do. Tribes can be very close-knit. Mine was. Everyone knows everyone, and knows everything about everyone. Makes it very hard to keep secrets, but those are considered to be bad for the feeling of connectedness."
"You are not travelling on your own. Does being in a group not help?"
"It is not the same. I do not know them the way I knew the members of my tribe. I miss that feeling." Olgyu put her hands in her neck and looked at the ceiling. Sister Emmar moved closer. Again Olgyu could smell her, a scent of poppy and clover and fire and sweat and the body under her clothes. It made her head spin. She found herself leaning in to catch more of the scent. She pulled back. She did not know what Sister Emmar would think of thatbehaviour.
Sister Emmar put her hand on Olgyu's shoulder to see how she would react. She had seen how the warrior had leaned in closer to her, only to move back. What had caused that? She felt Olgyu stiffen under her touch. To the few monks that were still there it looked like she was just dispensing advice and offering some comfort. Where the woman's hand touched her shoulder Olgyu felt a warmth passing through her shirt. She looked the other woman straight in the eyes. All she saw in those peculiar blue eyes was innocence and curiosity. Her normal courage seemed to seep out through her boots at this. Sister Emmar had no idea what she was doing.Olgyu got up, missing the warm hand as soon as it slid from her shoulder.
"I have to go. Sorry." She took long strides out of the mess hall. Sister Emmar watched, nonplussed. Had she done anything wrong? She got up as well, and followed. Outside she could the warrior round the corner.
"Olgyu!" She ran after her. "Where are you going?" Olgyu did not look back. It did not appear she had heard the monk in the first place. Sister Emmar doubled her pace. "Hey, Olgyu! Where are you going?" She managed to catch up with theblonde woman and out her hand on Olgyu's arm. "Why did you leave like that?" Olgyu spun around.
"Do you really want to know?"n she asked Sister Emmar. The monk nodded. Olgyu slowly walked the woman with her back to the wall. "Are you sure?" She looked down at the monk, searching for any doubt in her face. Sister Emmar could only nod. Her speech seemed to have left her. She put her hands on Olgyu's arms.
"Tell me, please," she whispered. "Have I done anything wrong?" In response Olgyu bowed her head and kissed her, long and hard. Sister Emmar's eyes widened in surprise and then closed. She had not expected this. After a moment she kissed back, inexpertly.Olgyu finally drew back from the kiss, her eyes glittering.
"That is why." She let go off Sister Emmar. The redheaded woman did not let go off her arms. "I did not want to take you to bed with me without you knowing what you were doing."
"I seem to have the idea now." She drew down Olgyu's head and kissed her. It was sloppy and wet and her nose bumped into Olgyu's cheek and she did not know what to do exactly and she did not care, it was the first time she had ever kissed anyone and she did not want to stop. Her lungs felt like they were on fire. She drew back from the kiss and gasped for air.
"Breathe through your nose," Olgyu said. She was smiling. "I think we should leave the hall. It is not a good idea to make out here."
Sister Emmar's eyes were slightly glazed. "Let's go. Where to?"
"I have my own room. Can you leave your brew alone for this long?"
"What brew...?" Sister Emmar found it hard to think with the sudden lust clouding her brain. It did drive away the last vestiges of the brew-fumes. "Oh, that. Yes, I can."
Olgyu released her from her position against the wall and grabbed her hand tightly. "Good." She almost dragged the monk to her room. Outside the door she looked at Sister Emmar again. "You are sure about this? You can always back out. I do not want to force you into anything you do not like or want."
Sister Emmar opened the door. "I am sure. I understand. Thank you." This time it was her who did the dragging. She closed the door and pressed Olgyu to its surface. She kissed her again.
"Fast learner." Olgyu put her arms around Sister Emmar and pulled her closer. Her hands rubbed the monk's back, looking for a way to get under her shirt. There was a soft moan coming from the monk. Encouraged Olgyu worked her hands under the shirt and trailed them along a bare back. She lifted up the monk by hiking her hands under her legs and carried her to the bed.
Some time in the night Sister Emmar woke up and wondered where she was. It did not smell or look like her room. And she was being held by someone. She heard soft snoring coming from behind her. She turned her head to see Olgyu's face lying on her shoulder. That had happened. The bed was warm and she felt comfortable and better than she had ever felt. She smiled and drifted back off to sleep.
