Neverwinter Forest [m] Thalassic

It wasn't long before she grew bored with her game, and tense again when she remembered Catamaran and his displeasure. She noticed, too, that he wasn't seeking her attention. His eyes were on her at least — but it occurred to Seastorm then that she might have done something wrong. Something against his terms.

She paused, a few feathers still sticking out of her mouth, and considered how she might regain his favor. The bounty hunter and his wants were nearly incomprehensible to her — but she'd gathered that he liked to be touched. Seastorm pulled herself reluctantly from her meal, licking the blood from her lips.

She joined Catamaran in silence, leaning against him tentatively as if unsure whether the touch would hurt. Maybe she did expect it to hurt, expected him to hurt her. He hadn't yet. But that didn't mean he wouldn't.