Conversations over a fist fight [C]

The scarlet that dripped from Vinecrawler's ear was an accident. Concern flashed across Silverdusk's face. She'd been so careless, caught in the throws of the fight and also the new bond between them and the sandy warrior. She hadn't meant to pierce skin, let alone draw blood. It was only play. They'd broken the code and yet he was smiling, happy with them. An ear ticked in confusion, eyes regarding him as he spoke. "You are not mad?" they asked. She had scarred him, marked him like he was an enemy when the sandy warrior had just proclaimed them kin. Silverdusk would apologise, but Vinecrawler's words reassured them and the soft breeze that passed by as their spar concluded only further confirmed his affirmations. While she never intended to hurt him, this was -like he said- a mark to be worn with pride. Unintentionally intentional.

The silver molly was almost upset they were not marred. It was like a ritual only half completed. Perhaps for a reason. Silverdusk may have bested him, but they knew she still had a lot to learn about Gekala and the language. This was just the start. Someday they felt sure Gekala would mark them similarly.

"It was an honour to face you too. If you fell, I would look forward to seeing you in Gekala." meowed Silverdusk, a smile replacing their brief confusion. "Our bond is eternal." She had not realised how late it was, the sunlight splitting into orange beams as it filled the gaps between the trees. There was a chill in the air too, as the sun sank lower. Vinecrawler had noticed it too, and they hummed in thought. "Let us return, we can walk slow and talk on the journey home."