Painted Moose
Since Ai didn't seem intent on moving away, despite her prior frustration, Akacia's hands took to roaming, skating down the expanse of her girlfriend's back and kneading at the tight curve of muscle in her shoulders, her waist, and settling solidly on her a**. It was true; Akacia had thought things would play out differently once she and her sisters had traveled across the ocean.
She thought they'd rally in the face of adversity, bolster their forces, perhaps slay the inhabitants of Yael, and then they would reclaim their home. She wouldn't have imagined anyone would be content to stay here. To settle for less was disgraceful. She and her 'extremist' sisters had their pride, and AKacia had thought they would try again to reclaim their home, or die in their failure.
But settling. She wouldn't have expected it.
On some level, it was still dissatisfying. But there was more to it than simply accepting failure. The Alkidike on Chibale had formed a tribe and a family beneath their mother goddess. But the bonds they'd forged here were different. They were still a tribe, still a family, but it was more. What she had with Ai was more, better, even, than what Aka expected she might have hoped to have on the mainland. It still felt as though she had lost her mother with the distance, but there could be other things to live for, besides her goddess.
She brushed her girlfriend's cheek, leaned to kiss her lips, and chuckled. "The crying was more revolting than being handled by a man?" She hummed, incredulous. And then she was frowning slightly, lips pursed and brows knit. "He must have been so small, though... I wouldn't imagine they could carry much of anything, let alone a full-grown woman..."
