#oc: ruby nagoni

[rosesnink]

Orc Meets Girl

Author's Notes

This is a silly idea I had a few weeks ago, when @storyofmychoices and I started talking about our OCs, and today I decided to finish it! I hope that you like this, Dani, and that it is enough to keep you from nasty haters.

English is not my first language, so please forgive any mistakes/typos I might've done

Daenarya belongs to @storyofmychoices , I simply borrowed the character for this

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in my Blades writing!

Summary: During a party in the tavern of Riverbend, Brienne notices a beautiful woman who stands out among the crowd.

Word Count: 773

Category: Fluff, LGBTQA+

Rating: G

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

The party in Riverbend had gone out of hand. People were extremely drunk, although Brienne was content to stay by the bar and observe people. Among them stood out one girl. She had brown skin and dark hair, bobbing her head to the rhythm. She was definitely beautiful, not to mention there was something about her aura that simply spoke to Brienne.

Asking the bartender to pass along a hearty corn of ale, she waited for the woman to notice the drink… and her. She looked at the drink, then at Brienne, who stood among the crowd, emerald green skin with a considerable size and dark hair, not to mention her horns. She raised her horn in gratitude and Brienne sauntered over, a confident smile on her face.

“I hope the drink’s to your taste.”

“I’ll never say no to a good ale.”

Brienne smiled, sitting next to her “You’re from here too?”

“Born and raised.”

“Me too.”

The girl seemed surprise. An orc in a human village was certainly a novelty. Brienne chuckled “I may be an orc, but I have been raised by humans. Dr. Kerrigan raised me as his own daughter.”

The girl listened, fascinated. Never in her twenty years has anyone ever seen someone like Brienne- She was strikingly tall, with a beautiful shade of emerald green and black freckles, maroon and black horns, and was of a considerable size. And her front teeth did not make her ugly like in the photographs. Her features were still beautiful: lightly plump cheeks, plump lips, very well-done eyebrows and long, dark hair, cascading all the way down her upper chest.

The human girl extended her hand “Daenarya.”

“Brienne.” She kissed it gallantly, and Daenarya smiled wider.

“Would you like to dance?”

“If you can keep up with me.”

Daenarya smirked “Let us see if you can keep up with me.”

Brienne laughed heartily, and both swirled and sang along the rather bawdy song playing. Spinning Daenarya, she whooped and giggled, enjoying Brienne’s strong and powerful arms. Spinning each other, Brienne’s pink tulle dress showed much of her skin: it had a daring cut, showing down till her navel, leaving her sizeable breasts to bob freely in her thin clothes, barely covering few of her wide legs and her hair was all over her hair from spinning and twirling.

The tone changed to a sultry one, and Daenarya dared to tuck one stray curl to her ear. Brienne smiled, drawing her close, dangerously close, feeling the heat in the tavern. Or perhaps it emanated from one another. She was perhaps the tallest person in the tavern, the whole village.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Let’s.” Daenarya agreed.

They walked hand-in-hand through the dark streets, until they reached the outskirts, all dark save the bright full moon. Brienne observed her new companion closely: the moonlight made her skin glow, her brown hair looked ethereal and her brown eyes were even more striking under it.

They observed the stars silently, their hands grazing, yet not quite touching, but within reach.

“Do you ever dream of going to Flotilla?”

“Yes. I wish to see the Elements through their eyes, to be able to stargaze with their sights, to not be looked as some novelty…”

Daenarya looked at her “I haven’t thought much of how an orc would truly feel, living among humans, not quite an stranger, not quite a local.”

“I feel like an intruder sometimes. I fear that, one night, they might arrest me and sell me away to be some noble’s prized toy.”

Daenarya finally took her hands and looked into her eyes “Not anymore. Consider me a friend. Should you ever feel in danger, reach out to me. I will do everything in my power to keep you here.”

A smile creeped unto Brienne. The humans had been friendly and cordial, but none had been as sweet and caring as the beautiful Daenarya. It may sound silly, but Brienne’s heart fluttered.

“Might I kiss you, fair Daenarya?”

Daenarya instead got on her tiptoes and Brienne crouched down to kiss her. The kiss was sweet, and full of promise, and a beautiful blossoming friendship. A few minutes later, they separated and smiled to one another.

“It is late. We ought to go. We each have chores in the morning.”

Daenarya sighed “That we do.” She paused “Will I see you again?”

“Hopefully.”

She then disappeared into the shadows, her tall structure slowly becoming one with the dark and muddy streets of Riverbend, the promise of a good friendship between them, and the waning full moon.