Storm Front

Tezca just can't seem to get it right, lol. I'll archive this for us! Also, I'd love another one, though he'll likely try to figure out why she gets so upset at him and never tells him why, LOL. xP

Without another word the dark amazon slid into the water and left, her posture giving Tezcacoatl the very distinct feeling of “cold shoulder”. The serpent king did not deign to follow her, her body language making it blindingly clear that she had nothing further to say to him. Tezcacoatl's brow furrowed in confusion as he watched her depart deeper into the cave until she swam out of his line of sight. Pursuing her would have been easy, and demanding she tell him what he'd said wrong would have been his right as her King — but she had a choice in whether she answered or not. He couldn't be sure he'd said something that had offended her but there wasn't anything else that it could have been, except playing through his words in his head he couldn't figure out what had caused the abrupt change in the woman's mood. He hadn't said anything that hadn't been true, or so he thought. Baffled and aggravated at the way she kept doing this to him: getting angry at him without giving him any sort of explanation why (or so he assumed), Tezcacoatl's own mood turned stormy and he swam back to the edge of the pool and hoisted himself out of it, giving his coat a vigorous shake, blood boiling with his anger at her. One day, however, she would have to tell him, Tezcacoatl thought. After all, he wasn't a mind reader. He knew only what he remembered (as vague and few and far in between as it was). With heavy steps he stalked his way back out, leaving her there, though he had far from let this instance drop.