Tales of the Past
Part III: The Friend, Lady Flat-Chest
Why stay at home when there is so much out there...? "First you must learn." And I had. I was twenty-two now, maturing, more experienced, able to use my head. Everything my father had wanted, and therefore, ready to set out.
I bid my father and mother goodbye, and I had shared drinks with my brother the evening before. I had what I needed, and gave the city a final glance, my horse carrying me out of the front gate in a proud trot. A fair hour underway, I was still in recognisable lands, approaching a ridge sometimes used by highwaymen to hold up travellers or merchants. Carefully, my horse strode along the ridge, utter silence hung over us, before suddenly I heard leaves rustle, and twigs snapping, indicating quick movement. My head turned to the ridge and my eyes widened as I saw a leather-clad figure charge to the edge of the ridge, before taking a leap towards me. "Dam..!-" And throwing me off my horse, my back landing on the dirt road. I thought I was being attacked, my soon-to-be killer's arms moving around me. Would my journey already end here? But all I felt was the arms wrapping tightly around me, and I opened my eyes for the first time after falling, a glare immediately coming across my face as I laid my head back on the dirt. "Oi... For not having any extra weight, you're pretty heavy, Lady Flat-Chest..."
Now, aye, these days, I call Hyrien Lady Flat-Chest as some may know, but she's got nothing to do with this part of my life. It's not an original nickname, since it belonged to someone else!
The next moment my head forcefully turned sideways as the burning sensation came across my cheek, her slap hitting her target. "I had that one coming.." I chuckled softly, rubbing my cheek, still straddled by her feminine figure as I looked up at her. "Shhh! They might not be the biggest, but I'm just a flower that blooms late!" She exclaimed, puffing up her cheeks childishly. "More like a weed." I replied. And so her hand landed upon my other cheek briefly, the burning feeling coming over me again. I couldn't help but grin, "Always the fiery one, eh?" Her fists bumped onto my chest, playfully hitting me time after time. "You idiot! Is that all you notice about me?!" Her arms folded across her chest, her head looking away with a faint blush, cheeks puffed up once again. "You're... wearing new boots..?" I asked, an utterly awkward expression upon my features. An icy, piercing glare penetrated me. "Do you like it when I slap you?" "No, why?" "Because I'll continue doing so if you're gonna be like that!" I raised my hands in front of me defensively, offering a meak smile. She sighed. "You're never going to change... Idiot.." She muttered. I looked around myself, still in the same position, her bright meadow-green eyes peering down at me, and her red hair hanging downwards as her head was tilted forward. "As much as I can get used to this position, will you ever get off?" I smiled, and my cheeks colored slightly. Whether that was due to the marks her hands left, or something else, who knows. She nodded, and slid off me to stand up, but not before intentionally pressing her knee down on my groin. I reached down in ache, curling up hearing a cute chuckle, looking up to see a hand offered to me, a tilted head, and a warm smile greeting me as I took it, standing up, and our gazes met.
