Stavanger Bay Stranger Things

The ear that Doe still had command over fell back against her head as her new friend continued to speak sweetly to her. The intensity in her eyes, her voice was enough to make the young woman feel young and coltish - embarrassed and delighted in equal turns. Furiosa was her lover's name, and Doe repeated it to herself in its entirety, committing it to memory with a reverence rarely afforded to names. Furiosa's, like Szymon's, would be important. Sacred, if the woman proved true. A prayer, a battle cry - if Furiosa allowed it, Doe would teach her children to call her a mother as well.

"Will you stay with me, Furiosa?" Doe wondered aloud, pressed her smaller body against the woman's chest. She tucked herself under Osa's chin with a quiet hum of pleasure, forgetting her own introductions in favor of learning Furiosa more thoroughly and covering her body in the woman's own rangy scent.

Please stay, was Doe's ardent hope, and she peered furtively up at Osa's fierce face. Distantly, she remembered that she had been afraid a moment ago, but the feeling was no longer there. No longer imaginable. It was not that she no longer believed the woman could be dangerous - only that the fury would be directed away from her, and possibly at a target of her choosing. The power behind such a thought was heady, but it skittered away like the rest of them as Doe began to preen and groom Furiosa anew, hoping now to sway the woman toward Blackrock's ranks.

With Szymon and Furiosa to stand with, their family would surely thrive.