“Oschon’s Ass.†The pillars shudder as a boot drives into the thick wood.
“That’s a new epithet Sister. Did you think of it yourself?â€
“Menphina’s balls!†Another kick to the hull sent the lanterns of the cramped cabin swaying softly.
Frederick found himself mildly impressed by the woman’s rage, though he supposed she did have some assistance “Now you’re just mixing genitals, sister of mine. If shouting and kicking could solve this, we’d have left days ago.â€
The Miqo’te turns, her face a snarl, “Sarcasm won’t solve it either, brother of mine.†She gives a last frustrated kick to a battered sea-chest, the container skidding across the floor and slamming into the far wall. The robed hyur casually steps out of the object’s path, as if he is used to such things.
“It’s affecting you, isn’t it M’lanto.†His voice lowers, “You know we were warned of such things, the effects of the…â€
She cuts off his words with a bark of laughter, “Worrying, brother of mine? How unlike you. I never expected to hear tha’ nursemaid talk from your mouth.â€
His brows furrow, “M’lanto, it is not weakness to have some caution. We still do not know the full effects they have, even Father-â€
Her words cut him off again, “Father is not here, brother, but I am. My decisions will not be second guessed†Her eyes slit as her voice lowers to a hiss, “I do not need anyone second guessing my orders. Family or no.â€
He exhales, “You never had such views in the past Sister. I know you’re frustrated that the foraging party has not returned, but that is no reason to-â€
“Did I stutter, Brother?†Her face twitches, “I do not need you here, and I will get this ship back myself. I care little for how you return, you can walk if it suits you.â€
He stands there for a few moments, before shaking and walking from the cabin, “You’ve learned from our father, M’lanto. Perhaps too well. May the stars guide you sister, because reason no longer does.â€
At his last comment a crystal lamp comes flying after him, hurled by M’lanto in a fit of rage. It crashes into pieces, leaving the Miqo’te alone in darkness. She buries her head in her hands for a few moments, “There.†She takes a shuddering breath, “It is done.â€
She waits a few moments after each statement, as if considering something.
“Well I am less than pleased, but aye, we have no use for cowards.â€
“That’s a new epithet Sister. Did you think of it yourself?â€
“Menphina’s balls!†Another kick to the hull sent the lanterns of the cramped cabin swaying softly.
Frederick found himself mildly impressed by the woman’s rage, though he supposed she did have some assistance “Now you’re just mixing genitals, sister of mine. If shouting and kicking could solve this, we’d have left days ago.â€
The Miqo’te turns, her face a snarl, “Sarcasm won’t solve it either, brother of mine.†She gives a last frustrated kick to a battered sea-chest, the container skidding across the floor and slamming into the far wall. The robed hyur casually steps out of the object’s path, as if he is used to such things.
“It’s affecting you, isn’t it M’lanto.†His voice lowers, “You know we were warned of such things, the effects of the…â€
She cuts off his words with a bark of laughter, “Worrying, brother of mine? How unlike you. I never expected to hear tha’ nursemaid talk from your mouth.â€
His brows furrow, “M’lanto, it is not weakness to have some caution. We still do not know the full effects they have, even Father-â€
Her words cut him off again, “Father is not here, brother, but I am. My decisions will not be second guessed†Her eyes slit as her voice lowers to a hiss, “I do not need anyone second guessing my orders. Family or no.â€
He exhales, “You never had such views in the past Sister. I know you’re frustrated that the foraging party has not returned, but that is no reason to-â€
“Did I stutter, Brother?†Her face twitches, “I do not need you here, and I will get this ship back myself. I care little for how you return, you can walk if it suits you.â€
He stands there for a few moments, before shaking and walking from the cabin, “You’ve learned from our father, M’lanto. Perhaps too well. May the stars guide you sister, because reason no longer does.â€
At his last comment a crystal lamp comes flying after him, hurled by M’lanto in a fit of rage. It crashes into pieces, leaving the Miqo’te alone in darkness. She buries her head in her hands for a few moments, “There.†She takes a shuddering breath, “It is done.â€
She waits a few moments after each statement, as if considering something.
“Well I am less than pleased, but aye, we have no use for cowards.â€
