If Skula had been Iovene's home, no one would thought
anything about it. Well, not quite. Someone would
have thought, hmm, Iovene's out and about, but no one
would have worried.. .very much. She did have a tendency to wander.The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights. If you don't agree or disapprove, please go read something else.
If Skula had been Iovene's home, no one would thought
anything about it. Well, not quite. Someone would
have thought, hmm, Iovene's out and about, but no one
would have worried.. .very much. She did have a tendency to wander.
But, this was Skula, and someone had recently been kidnapped and Iovene seemed to be missing. When she wasn't at the table for lunch, Kalai noticed, but was reassured by her blondest lover that this was a familiar habit of Iovene's. It wasn't until the Amazon hadn't shown up for dinner that Arete's eyes had narrowed. They'd had plans to discuss their next step.
The worry was compounded by the news. It came, not from the border patrol (who hadn't seen anything unusual or important enough to report), but from someone who'd been visiting relatives in one of the farther villages. Several young ruffian types, in the spirit of "blame the Amazons," had tried to rough her up. They were on their way to join someone named Aulix. He was raising an Army. . .to battle the Amazons.
Fortunately, she was a strong woman and she hadn't been alone. Her brother held them off while she made her way back to the lands to inform the Chieftess. Trouble was definitely brewing.
She could live in a place like this. It was quiet, secluded, and loved. The small bridge that covered the stream was a work of art. It was made for feet to cherish (and Iovene's feet were hard at work cherishing through her boots) and sloped easily from end to end. She looked over the railing and saw the small inhabitants of the water living their miniature lives.
It was a sweet moment which was disturbed only from the startled cry of the home's inhabitant. Iovene's head snapped up from her reverie and she blinked at the tallish woman with fawn colored hair and frightened eyes.
There was nothing to do but smile and hold her hands up. "I was just admiring your. . .bridge" and following you, but we won't go there.
Jacosta stood very very still for a moment, then let a breath. "My bridge?" She looked at the tool that had fallen to the ground.
Iovene nodded, enthusiastically, and then, breaking every Amazon convention of watching one's back and the like, she turned away from the woman, placed her hands on the railing and looked over the edge again, "Yes! It's beautiful. Whoever made it..Gods. .It's just.. ." There was a mumble of something. She barely heard it, "What?" There was the mumble again and Iovene turned around to see the young woman had stepped closer. The curly Amazon's blank look was pretty clear, "I'm sorry could you. . ."
It was almost a shout, "I said I," that drifted to a mumble again, "made it." Jacosta shifted on her feet and looked very very uncomfortable.
"You." There was a hesitant nod, almost a wince, "You made this?" Iovene pointed with her hand and bounced a little on the Bridge's solid surface. She grinned widely, then strolled forward and grabbed Jacosta's hand. "That's so fan. . ."
It wasn't really a shocking sensation, though one could say it was electrical. Iovene hadn't really looked into Jacosta's eyes and Jacosta had been too aware of Iovene being a stranger that she'd only been cataloging the outside details. The buzz, however, sliding through them got their attention quick enough.
Jacosta spoke first, when she could.
"You."
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