Greatwater Lake quixotic

The days are passing slow. He stays by @Zharille often, and throughout this time, he wishes to learn of her. They are stuck through this together, and he comes to her today with rabbit furs for gifts. "I come with gifts, lake woman!" Mesen-ka kneels. He wishes to respect her. "I wish to learn of your lake. Would you honor me in a walk for this evening?"

the gifted man speaks. he scares the fish from the lakeside, he startles birds from their nests. zharille glares at him, approaching.

he kneels. he has brought gifts - food! she takes it, eating and pushing it around like a truffle pig in the dirt. once fed, she settles back with a content expression on her face and a hot tongue dragging her lips.

She is a woman of few words and loud silence. Where she rests, its upon lakeside with an integral presence to the noise of flourishing fauna. Intertwined, just as one. What a luxurious bond that must be for a lake queen.

Zharille eats big and heartily! If her belly is so demanding, then she must be in need of more! He loves food just the same! There is a satiated, or perhaps starved lap over her lips from her tongue. Mesen-ka is a soldier at her feet with a now bright smile. "I see you like food. I shall bring you more for your dinners and breakfasts!"

the man promised more.
if nothing else, he would prove a useful body in holding the lake and in keeping her fed. when her belly was full, her womb would become welcoming to the sons and daughters of kaxwaan, and this other man would still be bringing his gifts!
a rueful, thick laughter flowed from zharille like molasses.
more, then. bring zharille more.

Mesen-ka is still and increasingly patient. He waits to see the flare of her teeth in laughter, and when it has ran its titan of a course, he is still present. She asks for more. Then, she will be plenty hungry for her next meal! "Accompany me." It is not as if he's leaving. It is good for him to know of the lake when it will be his children conceived upon its bank.

he would hunt for more, but not without some guidance. zharille's laughter ebbed and she got to her feet, lurching.
better to keep him ignorant of the land, she thought. it would be better yet to wait until she was certainly a mother again, and be rid of him. to show the desert people what she really thought.

for now, a walk.
maybe he meant to impress her with his skills, and she would give him this chance.
everyone needed a hobby—even an ogre.