Zairah
I had a dream, which was not all a dream... The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless..
The captain’s grip on her tail sent a bright flash of heat up Zairah’s spine — pain, warning, maybe a little thrill. She stiffened, but she didn’t fight the hold. Not yet.
Thalassa’s words hit, cold and clean: Vulnerable gets you killed.
Zairah’s jaw clenched. She’d heard enough sermons about what gets you killed. She was starting to feel the rhythm of this woman — the way every lesson ended with her hitting the ground. And when Thalassa shifted her weight, sliding that clever foot forward, Zairah’s body moved before her mind caught up.
Not clever. Just tired of falling.
She twisted her hips, yanked her tail free in the same heartbeat her own boot swept forward. The captain’s foot came sliding in for the trip, but this time Zairah’s heel caught it—hooked, hard—and pulled.
It was all momentum and nerve, but the energy snapped through the space between them.
Thalassa’s words hit, cold and clean: Vulnerable gets you killed.
Zairah’s jaw clenched. She’d heard enough sermons about what gets you killed. She was starting to feel the rhythm of this woman — the way every lesson ended with her hitting the ground. And when Thalassa shifted her weight, sliding that clever foot forward, Zairah’s body moved before her mind caught up.
Not clever. Just tired of falling.
She twisted her hips, yanked her tail free in the same heartbeat her own boot swept forward. The captain’s foot came sliding in for the trip, but this time Zairah’s heel caught it—hooked, hard—and pulled.
It was all momentum and nerve, but the energy snapped through the space between them.
(Training 4/4)
