Chapter 14

With the new annoying little addition to the party, the four of you move towards the pair of stationed horses. You give one of them a little pat behind the ear, he softly neighs and taps the ground with his front hooves. Good boy.

Felicia latches her big supply backpack to the side of the other horse. "Alright." She says, sliding her foot into one of the stirrups and taking a seat on top of the steed. You mimic her with your own. "Do you remember the spot where you fell from the wagon? We can start following the trails from over there." The princess asks.

"Yes. Not so far from here." You nod your head, grabbing the reins and firmly holding them as you gaze at the dirt road in front of you. "Just follow me."

Sophia silently tries to mount over your horse, almost halfway into sitting behind you when you make her stop with a stern glare. "No." You simply grunt. "Go with Felicia."

"O-okay, sorry..." She pouts, dropping from your horse and walking towards Felicia's with hunched shoulders.

"Hey! Don't be an asshole to my friend!" Rama frowns as she looks at the situation, angrily crossing her arms over her tiny chest. "She can sit on any horse she wants!"

Sophia shyly looks up at Rama with big confused eyes, nervously fiddling with her fingers. The fairy commandingly motions her to climb onto your horse again. "Come on, don't be scared! He is just a bully." She defiantly points her little finger towards you.

"Uhm... o-ok..." Sophia hesitantly starts returning to you with slow, tiny steps. Her hands still fearfully clasped together, cheeks flushed.

"I said no." You repeat.

"Y-yes, sir, I'm sorry." She submissively stutters, quickly turning around and walking back towards Felicia's horse.

"W-where are you going? Sophia!" Rama groans. "Come on! You have to stand up for yourself!"

Felicia shows off one of her signature eye-rolls as she impatiently waits for the situation to finish... Huh, funny, considering it's her fault these two creatures are here after all...

"Why are you so mean to her?!" Rama flies in front of your face, pissed-off expression, hands resting over her hips. "Huh?!"

"She is a succubus." You simply say, stoically looking at the fairy's eyes.

"Yeah, and you are a human, so?" She replies, her eyes suddenly widening in surprise. "Wait a second... Arthur, are you a racist?"

"W-what?! No! Why would you say that?" You grunt, your serious expression shifting into a bewildered one. "It's just... I just think that some races are... inherently evil..." You mumble, softly sighing instantly after the sentence leaves your lips... That didn't sound very good.

"Oh. I see." Rama mockingly chuckles, smugly raising her brows. "So you think some races are evil, huh? Wasn't there a name for that sort of thinking? Hmm, let me see if I can remember what it's called... It was something starting with an 'R'..."

"Are you two done?" The princess watching the show asks, trying her best to hide the little smile that unwillingly formed on her plump lips while hearing the ridiculous exchange. "We need to get going."

"R-Rama, thanks for defending me. B-but, he is justified in thinking that, most s-succubi and incubi are actually-" Sophia keeps stuttering, now sitting on the back of Felicia's horse, but she is interrupted by the fairy.

"Are you racist against fairies too, Arthur? Do you think we are evil?" She keeps making fun of you, getting cockier and cockier. "Doesn't racism come from fear or something like that? Are you scared of little Rama?"

You grunt, sternly pointing your finger at the tiny fairy in front of you. "Listen, if you had seen just half the stuff I've seen, you'll know that-" You start scolding her, but suddenly stop as you realize something... Is it worth it to waste time with this? Not at all... You sigh, silently grabbing the reins of your horse and giving them a firm pull, the animal starts moving forward. Rama rolls her eyes, blowing raspberries in your direction before exiting your field of view.

Hooves clap against the dirt below as you continue through the road, Felicia follows behind. A few seconds pass and Rama unsurprisingly returns to irritate you, flying towards your shoulder and, like always, using it as her seat. You turn your head to the side, glaring at her. "What? You have the broadest shoulders." She simply says while getting comfortable, her shapely legs dangling down, bare feet idly rubbing together.