Chapter 98: Her First Step (1)
Nova blinked at him, taking a little longer to respond. But what did Atia expect when he woke her up from a blissful nap. His words registered slowly and the dull ache between her legs and the tightening muscles in her lower back and hips added to the suddenly restless energy brewing inside of her from lazing around for so long. It was early afternoon, a few hours since Yoa had left doing gods’ knows what and she’d been napping away, drooling and possibly snoring while Atia had played the berimbau.
She needed to move her body, and Atia’s suggestion was perfect. She didn’t want to waste the whole day curled up like a spoiled cat, especially since her Serakai was the island’s guardian.
Nova quickly agreed, and Atia’s sombre expression which hadn’t left since Aiyana stormed off, lit up, his golden-green eyes brightening with a cheeky smile.
Atia hopped off his hammock gracefully, even with his size while Nova tripped, almost tangling her foot through the netting and falling face first into the wooden ground. Or she might have. If it wasn’t for Atia’s quick reflexes and had tossed a pillow, landing directly under her, and cushioning her face.
"It must have been quite a night," Atia mused and laughed outright when Nova glared at him but her cheeks had flushed a deep red which didn’t help.
Nova pushed herself off the ground with a huff, though the haze from the night before hadn’t yet fizzled away. Would she feel so loved up all the time? Perhaps. Did she hate it? Not really.
As long as she could still function daily then she found no issue with it.
Alright, maybe faceplanting the ground from the hammock wasn’t the best impression after her wild night with Yoa. But she was certain with or without having the best night of her life with her Serakai, she would have fallen onto the ground. Hammocks were so comfortable and relaxing but getting in and out of it was dangerous.
Well, dangerous to normal people which she was, unlike the beastly men she was surrouned by.
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Walking barefoot across the rooftop of Atia’s treehouse, Nova stretched her arms overhead as she stared at the targets crafted into the trees far across from them. A few arrows had been left lodged in the bark. Large bows lined up along the side of the wooden guardrail. She couldn’t help but admire their craftmanship and the little markings trailing along a few.
While Nova admired them, Atia was moving around, leaping across some of the treehouses and branches. When he finally returned Nova followed his gaze. A few tree stumps stood as makeshift targets, set against thick vines that would stop any stray arrows from flying off into the jungle. A few were dangling in front, others, remaining on branches. They were all at varying angles and distances.