Flailing as the bear beneath her collapsed in on itself Seda tightened her legs in an attempt to stay seated. The dagger in her hand thudding to the ground as her grip loosened in her surprise. Spastically clutching at the animal she felt the fur recede and then air as the creature whirled around, flipping over. Feeling her stomach drop as she came crashing down she closed her eyes and tried to brace herself. Still flailing, more in shock than anything else, she was surprised to find something suddenly latching onto her.
Eyes snapping open she stared down to see two hands, far darker than her own, encircling her wrists. Squirming more she tried to free herself, noticing nothing else about her predicament but that something was holding her. Throwing all her weight back she grit her teeth, cursing whatever it was gripping her. Why the hell did a bear have hands anyways?
Freezing in shock at the sound of a man’s voice she slowly tilted her head down, eyes wide. Staring at the elf (hadn’t he just been a bear) in shock she tried to swallow the knot in her throat. Heart thundering in her chest she sat still, mute. Hyperventilating she tried to gain control of her breathing as he tried to calm her, it wasn’t working. Watching his lips move she barely registered his words, eyes trailing across his face and down over bare arms which led straight back to the hands holding her. Why wasn’t we wearing anything? Eyes trailing back down his well-muscled arms and across his chest she rescinded that statement. Why was he wearing so little? It may have been spring but the weather was still bitterly cold, especially this far south.
Trying to figure out what was happening she continued to sit there silently, blinking at him. She was sitting in the middle of the woods, alone on top of some strange man that used to be bear. She was sitting on him and he was… flirting with her. Snapping out of her daze she stared down at him in horror. Eyes glued to his smirking lips she bit down on her own and tried to come up with something to say. “You… won?” Sputtering and fumbling for words she fell forward when he loosened his grip on her wrists, one hand colliding with his chest as she tried to catch herself. Fingers tensed as they came into contact with his warm skin. It had been so long since she had touched another person; she had forgotten what it was like. Slowly drawing her hand back she stopped and reached out for his shoulder when she caught sight of the blood. “You’re bleeding.”
Gently prodding the area his wound she cringed when she realized she had been the one to cause it. Ignoring his earlier flirtations she jumped off of him and backed away, staring at him guiltily. Rubbing the back of her head she weakly gestured with her other hand. “I… sorry about that, the stabbing you.” Cringing at how stupid she sounded she frowned and leaned down beside him, one arm outstretched, palm upturned. “Here.”