Firefly Ravine baby did a bad, bad thing

I made you wait so long! I’m sorry!

This encounter with the man, Mahler, was much more tame than their last, for better or for worse. It was equally as enjoyable though, for that what where Isleña differed from most of the Luks in her family. They were brutes with considerable force and considerable numbers, but the dull things in life bored them. The men would often fight for the hell of it, or to stave off bored, and even the women would spar and fight and fuck for no reason at all. Isleña, however, she could derive much enjoyment from a simple verbal game such as this — even if she was clearly inadequate equipped for such  repartee. She did not have to win either, which was another difference between her and her namesake. Losing was okay. Sometimes, losing could get you ahead, if you played your cards right.

Mahler was clearly having a fine time as well, though his stoic exterior did not very well show it. Isleña yielded, though she would never admit it was done intentionally.  “Ahhhm…” she hummed while she trotted, giving every appearance of being deep in thought. After a moments stalling, the bedouin gave a dismissing roll of her shoulders and dropped her head in mock-shame. “I do bad,” she noted in a playfully somber tone.  “Again!” If the man did not stop besting her in games such as ‘steal the grouse’ and ‘who knows more words,’ then he might not ever know how truly clever she could be. One day, she trusted, he would know.