Day of the Mating Moon

“Wake up.” I was hauled off my bed by an incredibly angry looking Vanquish. “What are you wearing?”

He looked at me askance. Eying the giant scrap of beige cloth draped so loosely over me that it reached to my knees and rolled up to mid-thigh as he drug me.

“A tunic.” I squawked. Waking enough to lurch onto my elbows and try and keep it over the parts of me I still wished to conceal.

“It’s huge on you. It looks like one of mine.” Vanquish frowned.

It probably was. They’d torn and tossed enough of my clothes I had truly little left and was taking what I could find in my hut.

“Is that my tunic?” He eyed it.

Yes.

“What do you want Vanquish?” Glancing outside, I saw it was still dark. I couldn’t keep the contempt out of my voice. “It’s too early for you to be checking to see if I followed orders.”

He mus