#because i really do love introducing Sen through Caiyur's eyes

[sabraeal]

NaNoCryMo Day 24

Excerpt:

A frigid wind cut through the tent, rushing through the open flap. Caiyur pulled the fur of his collar up to ward off this witch’s kiss, but it was too little, too late. The slim fingers of her breath slipped under his coat, caressing down the length of his spine. Teeth clamped, he turned, voice so waspish it could sting. “Do you mean to let the whole of winter—?”

The words withered on his lips.

“Maksim Makarovitch speaks true,” the beast said, its great, furred shoulders working beneath its pelt. “And you will most likely die, as you believe advice to be a challenge rather than wisdom.”

“Ah, oblakchik.” Maksim sighed, heaving himself onto the poor excuse the tent possessed for chairs. “It is too early to be taking out our knives.”

Eyes were not visible beneath the thick mad of black fur and white snow, but Caiyur knew they were upon, him, sharp and searching. At least, until the beast turned away. “I do not know what you mean,” it said carefully, as it always did. It had to, to speak around those fangs. “I only speak the truth.”

Maksim leaned a cheek against his fingers, mouth cants with amusement. “Have you considered, that the truth is not always as you see it?”

“The truth cannot be anything by what it is.” Even under all that fur and leather, the beast moved toward the brazier with predatory purpose, sleek and sinuous as a panther with all the menace of a wolf. “But it is only the be expected that a boyar might find argument, even in that.”