It was as if a sharp pain hit Afriel right in the chest, he didn't know. They'd surely be missed. And they where. Those who where afraid to go. Those who went knowing full well that they'd die. It was like a knife plunging into her heart. Her brothers and sisters slaughterd for being on a different side of the war. "Indeed they will." She said after a long moment of thinking.
Zackary bowed his head for a few moments, as if in prayer, then started building a spit. He stayed silent through his work, weaving sturdy vine and root over the tree-limbs.
Afriel watched diligently before remembering something, "I- I never asked your name." She said shyly. "Sorry-" she felt stupid for apologizing so much, but it seemed necessary.
“Wings. That’s my Demon name,” Zackary grunted over his many clacking of wood and root.
"Ah well thank you, Wings. For everything." Afriel pushed her hair back and looked up giving him a genuine smile.
Zackary glanced up. “Yeah. You’re welcome.” He finished the spit and hung it up. “We’ll have food soon, so prepare yourself for that.”
"Right." Afriel mumbled shifting slightly to test her wing- the one that'd been impaled the night before- she stretched it out only to pull it back out of pain. stupid. she thought.
Zackary looked over. “Your wing alright? Oh, I got something for it.” He pulled out a little cup of sap with a neat little lid.
“This sap has healing properties. I stripped it from a tree when my dad told me about it.” He walked over to her. “Gimmie your wing, and I’ll show you.”
(I read that as snap and was like "snap crackle pop!" And Idk. I'm just tired.)
Afriel stretched her wing out, trying to keep the pain from showing on her face. "Its about as fine as ones wing can be when impaled." She said a bit sarcastic.
(xD)
Zackary sat down next to her wing and opened the little container. He pulled the wing over delicately, his own flapping gently behind him.
“It’s looking pretty good for an impalement… the cold did help, huh?” Zackary grinned a sharp-toothed smile and took a little fingerful of the orange sap. He reached up and carefully wiped it on the wound on both sides. It stung as he applied it, otherwise it was just kinda sticky.
Afriel clenched her jaw as to not show any pain, "yeah, I guess so." She said between clenched teeth. The stickiness was the next thing she noticed making her rais her lip at it.
“Alright.” Zackary pulled his hand away from the wound, wiping the access sap on his pants. “Give it a few hours and it should be good as new.”
"Thanks. Again." Afriel laughed slightly at how much she'd been thanking Wings lately. "You probably think I'm just some stupid Angel for thanking you so much though." She voiced her thoughts and strangely didn't regret it.
Zackary rolled his eyes. “Yeah. You’re welcome, Mrs. Annoying Angel. Actually, what’s your name?” He glanced up at her.
"Afriel," she glared at him, "did you not listion last time I told you?" It was more of a teas (that how you spell it?) More then anything. Considering she was tossing pebbles at him the last time.
(?)
Zackary nodded. “Sorry, I forgot.” He rolled his eyes as the scent of cooking meat filled the cavern.
(Idk. Sorry I'm really out of it rn.)
Afriel praticly melted at the sent, "gosh that smells good." Or maybe it was the fact that she couldn't remember the last time she'd actually sat down and ate. Or course she'd eat, just not much. She had always been busy planning or was out fighting.
Zackary turned the meat. “Doesn’t it? Smells amazing…” He felt his mouth watering dog-like as he watched the meat turn.
"How does one take that much meat and not get caught?" Afriel asked slightly amazed.
“It was just a deer,” Zackary said loftily with a shrug, looking at Afriel again. “It’s not so hard to catch stealthily, anyway.”
"Oh." Afriel mumbled. Again she left stupid. Afriel poked around at the dust on the cave floor boredly. "So, what did it look like down there?" She asked. She was curious what the aftermath looked like.
“Bloody. Gore. Disgusting, as always. But there weren’t a lot of Demons, so you’ll be able to go back soon. You’ll have to keep you head down, though, or they’ll tear it off.”
"Wonderful." Afriel mumbled sarcastically. It was bad enough she'd have to explain her abbsinc. Hoping, they'd believe that she held up in a cave. Of course she'd have to cut out the part about a demon helping her.
(Absence)
Zackary’s wings stirred behind him. “You could go tonight. They usually clear out by then.”
To help her avoid any awkward questions… wait… why do I care?
(Oof thanks, and sorry about my crappy spelling.)
Afriel perked up slightly, "I could?" She asked sounding like an overly excited child. She smiled slightly feeling a bit strange but not letting it show.