Prium and Ayla

Prium and Ayla.

"I want to go out of this tree."

Prium said in akimbo, glaring at the indifferent Ayla who was looking towards the pool. Prium's body, especially her waist, swaying to the rhythm of her want.

"You Ain't deaf, servant. You must do as your mistress order you."

She said again as Ayla turned towards her, wearing the inquisitive gaze. Then Ayla asked,

"What is it that you want, mistress?"

"Why do I have to repeat myself over and over again. I want to go out of this tree."

Ayla shook her head and said,

"I ain't holding you, mistress. You can leave now."

Her shoulders doing the dances spelt by her guts and body. Prium at that was quite vexed and didn't hide it. She wasn't fashioned to hide such emotions,

"Are you fucking with me now? If I know how to leave this tree would I had asked you in the first place?"

Ayla scoffed and stood up,

"I don't know too."

Prium moved closer to her to match up her face as though she would punch Ayla in the face.

"Don't even try me, Ayla. You could had escaped my wrath all the time my father was here. But now, he's gone. Watch your tongue or you'll get smacked. That you're a Nymph does not push aside the fact that I'll smack the fuck out of you."

Ayla kept the straight face; the unamused face and said,

"Anything more to say? My eyes are itchy. I want to sleep."

Prium lost it at that. He pushed Ayla in the boobs and the latter walked off the bench in order to prevent a fall.

Now her back was to the pool, and Prium ranting before her,

"You don't think you have a choice now right? I shall make you pay for all the pain you've caused me if you refuse to open that portal for me."

Ayla scoffed again, her face contoured,

"You had your chance but blew it. Why blame me? Too proud to take the blame?"

She was going to walk away when Prium tried to grab her and throw her into the pool. But Prium only caught the air.

She was certain about what happened. She didn't miss Ayla. She had meant to grab Ayla but it seemed like her hands went inside Ayla.

But the stories were too much to contain. Prium fell face down into the pool, almost drowning as she helped her head up, to catch the few seconds breath she missed which seemed like a million years loss of breath.

"You'll pay for this bitch!!!"

She called at Ayla who didn't look back but kept walking towards the castle. Prium pushed her way in the water towards the edge and climbed out.

The fact that she was drenched and was dripping wasn't enough to keep her cool. She hurried towards the Castle, raging and shouting,

"You don't get to wrong me and feel at home. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. I'll strangle you. I'll kill you. I'll beat your head to pulp."

Her voice now at the verge of cracking. She got to the door and got the door. She opened and walked into the siting room.

Ayla was seated on a chair, her legs crossed. As usual, she was reading from a scroll. Blinded by rage, Prium hurried towards her to knock her out, but didn't notice the stool in her way. She tripped over it and fell at the feet of Ayla.

She could hear a bone in her body respond to the fall. Yet she hadn't gotten enough yet. She wanted Ayla to pay.

She wanted to grab Ayla's leg and pull her from the chair but she couldn't grab her again. She tried again and again, but her hand went through Ayla's leg and didn't hold any substance.

She stood up then panting like a crazed panther. In her mouth was,

"What are you doing? What have you done? You think you can take an advantage because you're a Nymph? You must be crazy to think that I will give up that easily."

She bent down and picked the stool. She walked back a little bit to have a clear aim. But Ayla sat still without raising her head, obviously not willing to distracted. For fuck sake she was reading.

"Read well in heaven or wherever you came from."

Prium shot and hurled the stool at Ayla. But she was surprised. The stool stopped few inches away from Ayla's face as though twas suspended in the air. Yes! Twas suspended in the air before Ayla's face.

Then suddenly, Ayla raised her head and looked in the left direction towards the painting in the wall. And boom! The stool which had been suspended in the air, went in the direction of her face. Without she saying a word.

Prium didn't allow herself to be moved by that. She convinced herself that she had seen the worst and best. Petty magic done by a Nymph wouldn't intrigue or get to her. She had sworn.

"Lovely art is ruined because of your foolishness, mistress."

Ayla cussed politely, then resumed reading the scroll without catching the reaction of Prium.

Prium was more than vexed as she scrambled about hurling several objects in sight at Ayla. What hurt Prium most was having someone her treat as though she was equal to nothing. She could kill herself because of it. And she probably was about to.

After a while, she stopped hurling several objects. She was panting, her cleavages heaving to the rhythm of the accelerated breathing pace.

Still, all the objects were hung before Ayla's face. Ayla looked up finally and thought of looking in Prium's direction and make the knifes, spoons, pots, shoes and all knock Prium out. But she didn't.

Prium was her mistress, and being obnoxious wasn't enough for her to rule her mistress out for doom. Ayla looked in the other direction instead and the stuff crashed in that wall.

"Coward as you are, Ayla. If you're powerful, cast off your power as a Nymph and lest battle it out."

Ayla only scoffed and stood up. Then she shook her head and began to walk towards her room, through the dark passage.

Prium hurried behind her shouting and ranting to stop Ayla but all was but a mirage. Ayla got to her door and opened it. But before Prium could make for, she had slammed the door.

Prium stood there banging the door and shouting.

Ayla sighed. She was certain that sooner or later, her mistress would be exhausted. And probably she would sleep.