I hated it.
How could they be so happy all the time?
Sugha nudged me, and I glanced at him. He had a dark, round, thin veil over his eyes, and hooked it around his ears. I waved my hands in front of him and he laughed, pushing them to his forehead. “Sunglasses,” he pointed to them. “I got them at the Cerulean Moon Kingdom last journey. Want to try? Helps with the light sources’ brightness.”
I scoffed and turned away, pulling on my horse’s reins for him to follow. “No, you look ridiculous.”
“Suit yourself,” he taunted.
The orcs behind us pushed forward, not caring to wait for us to proceed. They were ready to arrive and set up their tents, so they can scout the land for their miresas.
I shrugged my shoulders, my heavy footsteps dragging along the way. I had somehow gotten stuck in the middle of the caravan while Sugha was leading the way. I let him, because there wasn’t a way for him to mess this up from here.
I was not ready to make merry faces with the locals. It was going to be another disappointing trip, and I could not understand why everyone was so happy to be here, not when it was one disappointing trip after another. I huffed, watching my tribe grow more excited as the weight on my shoulders grew.
The palace stood grand and majestic in the distance, its golden spires glinting in the light sources’ rays. As we made our way down the hill, the air seemed to shimmer with magic, an energy I couldn’t describe thrummed through the very ground beneath our feet. The closer we got, the more vibrant the colors became, and flowers of every hue carpeted the landscape, their sweet fragrance filling the air.
There was a tickle in my nose, and I tried to rub the sudden itch I let out a sudden sneeze, my loose hair fell over my face. My eyes were itchy and watery, and fury built in my body. These scents, these sounds, it was too much.
Ugh, I hated all these smells. Too many flowers and too many fairysprinkles.
The fairies gathered around the caravan, flying overhead. They used their small forms to their advantage, some planting themselves in the middle of the group. Then they grew, using their magic to grow as tall as a fae, which allowed them to walk among the taller species for a few hours of the day.
Sugha raced ahead, his excitement infecting the others, and he shouted gleefully at the fairies flitting around him. I couldn’t help but smile at his orcling wonder, his joy a stark contrast to the grouchy orc I was.
All I thought about was these fairies’ and fae’s curiosity with orc shafts?
They have been fascinated by the idea of what lay beneath the cloth.
And since orcs arrived, we were seen as either monsters or a prize to behold.
I shook my head as I watched the tribe interact with them. The males were being nice, far better than I would be, but I could tell they were looking to find their miresas.
At least they had some form of dignity and not falling for their tricks. I guess the moss in their skulls was not so small after all.
A fairy with yellow hair jumped through the grass behind me. I could feel the heat of her body as she neared me, her hand outspread to touch my arm. I turned my full body to give her a scowl, and she gasped in fear when I bared my teeth.
“Have you no honor for the male or female who wish to claim you?” I growled.
The fairy, her ears pointed, delicate and once brimming with excitement, now had drooping wings that barely fluttered. Her shoulders sagged, weighed down by disappointment. The anger in her wide eyes burned fiercely, devoid of any hint of shame.
“Just had to look in your eyes to see if you were mine. Glad you are not.” She shot out away from me, her wings fluttering quickly to the other side of the caravan and began talking to another orc.
She didn’t just look into his eyes, she was touching, fluttering her lashes like there was dirt in them.
I grunted. Stupid, lying fairy.
I didn’t miss the surrounding orcs who saw the confrontation. They gave me annoyed and disappointed stares for being harsh. I didn’t care in the slightest. She wasn’t checking to see if I was hers, she was simply a curious creature.
They all were.
I’ve heard far too many times how vain the fae and fairies are. They like pretty things. They want things sparkling, beautiful and stunning. The orcs were anything but. We lived in cabins far from the brightness of the light sources. We lived in the shade, beneath large leaves of the Wood, but we took care of our own.
If we lived here, out in the open, we would kill whatever male came close to our female. We would hide our female from any threat, and any other male who dared look at what was ours would surely suffer.
I don’t think Osirus would care for the orcs to kill all his creatures.
Just traveling with this band of orcs agitated the alpha within us, and by the time we all went home, we would not want to see one another for months.
