Ocean of Zellaphin (The Chronicles of Mistar - Short Story)

Prett · · · 6

Prett didn't know why she returned but when she imagined his eyes at night, she had to go.

She sat in the bay, treading water as she watched him pace back and forth. She could tell he wanted to dive into the water and save her. At least that's what she thought he was thinking.

Finally, she decided to leave her dear Zellaphin. Tollin seemed more than pleased. Somehow, her conscience in the morning made her dress up for him. She didn't want too, but she couldn't help herself. When it came to her sister's beauty and her ugliness, Prett just couldn't help but dress up. Especially when there was one person she knew would love her looks, and he was standing right in front of her.

She watched Tollin sway when he saw her. When she passed him, he turned and followed her like a puppy dog. A crazed puppy dog, or a wild, rabid wolfa. He looked at her with such intense eyes that she couldn't help but blush. She bit her lip and ran into her little hideout, Farnodda and Morcandan following her inside. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she watched Tollin sit in the entrance.

Watching him closely, Prett saw him open his mouth as if he was going to speak but every time he did, nothing came out and he closed his mouth only a few seconds later. Finally, when figured out what he was going to say, Prett quickly got up and put a hand over his mouth.

His lips felt soft, not dry like she had expected. It made her eyes widen. They were perfect for kissing.

Pushing the thought aside, she did the same thing to him. Tollin fell to the sand, face full of shock. He quickly scrambled to his feet and started to follow her down the beach. Every time he tried to speak, letting only one word escape or when he took a deep breath, Prett did the same thing. She put her hand to his mouth and pushed him over.

At first, the pushes were hard, but the more he learned the more gentle they got. After a while, when she turned to put a hand over his mouth, he would give her a cocky smile and purposely fall to the sandy ground. He only did this to only get a laugh out of Prett, but she didn't budge, at least when he wasn't looking though. When she turned back around, away from his face, Prett had to stifle a laugh.

Prett didn't want to talk. That was the only reason she clamped a hand over his mouth and pushed him down. She wanted silence. She wanted to look at him, alone. Away from the wolfas. She wanted it to be just them.

Prett and Tollin.

Alone.