02-11-2017, 07:58 PM
Atrani
He is angry, frustrated. He is a caged animal rattling its cage bars.
Atrani doesn’t need to see him or even hear him to take note. It radiates from his body and permeates the air. It would be obvious to anyone who is so attuned to their surroundings, but it seems that she is one of the few. Those with vision don’t take heavy regard to the chirping of the crickets or the first frost kissing their breath or the emotions that come off in waves from their peers. They rely more heavily on what they can see, not what they cannot.
But Atrani is critical in her surroundings, taking in as much information she can even without eyes.
That’s the reason she initially ducks her head down lower in the grass when he approaches. The tension carried on his shoulders thickens the air she breaths, but then he tries to subdue it and address her. No, he is not dangerous – not yet – and her nostrils quiver with curiosity. A gentle tilt of her head would have let their eyes meet had she any. ”Hello,” she says back in a voice eerily level and smooth for one so young. Remaining on the ground, tucked away from father’s sight, she answers Magnus in a tone full of secrets and knowledge. ”Sort of, but not really.” It’s unknown, even to her, why she followed father here. The curiosity of his whereabouts guided her to the smoky land and yet she does well to hide from him. She even shrugs her small shoulders at her confusing predicament.
”I followed father here,” she adds, but she doesn’t know where exactly he is, so she can’t point him out. ”I hoped he was finding mother, but that’s silly. Instead, he came here to meet with the girl who tore apart our family.” She is naïve and not entirely informed of what had transpired before her birth. All she knows is that mother had been alone because father found another interest, of whom he smelled like upon his arrival to mother’s shoulder. The agony of it all tore apart their family. Mother’s strife and pain was relentless and nearly drowned the child. ”Dovev is his name,” the taste of father sours her lips but simultaneously sends a bout of adoration in her small heart, ”and the girl he is with is the reason Cerva is dead.” Perhaps, if she doesn’t use the term mother anymore then the pain will recede.
”And I’m Atrani,” a second thought, because she considers herself nothing of importance.
Atrani doesn’t need to see him or even hear him to take note. It radiates from his body and permeates the air. It would be obvious to anyone who is so attuned to their surroundings, but it seems that she is one of the few. Those with vision don’t take heavy regard to the chirping of the crickets or the first frost kissing their breath or the emotions that come off in waves from their peers. They rely more heavily on what they can see, not what they cannot.
But Atrani is critical in her surroundings, taking in as much information she can even without eyes.
That’s the reason she initially ducks her head down lower in the grass when he approaches. The tension carried on his shoulders thickens the air she breaths, but then he tries to subdue it and address her. No, he is not dangerous – not yet – and her nostrils quiver with curiosity. A gentle tilt of her head would have let their eyes meet had she any. ”Hello,” she says back in a voice eerily level and smooth for one so young. Remaining on the ground, tucked away from father’s sight, she answers Magnus in a tone full of secrets and knowledge. ”Sort of, but not really.” It’s unknown, even to her, why she followed father here. The curiosity of his whereabouts guided her to the smoky land and yet she does well to hide from him. She even shrugs her small shoulders at her confusing predicament.
”I followed father here,” she adds, but she doesn’t know where exactly he is, so she can’t point him out. ”I hoped he was finding mother, but that’s silly. Instead, he came here to meet with the girl who tore apart our family.” She is naïve and not entirely informed of what had transpired before her birth. All she knows is that mother had been alone because father found another interest, of whom he smelled like upon his arrival to mother’s shoulder. The agony of it all tore apart their family. Mother’s strife and pain was relentless and nearly drowned the child. ”Dovev is his name,” the taste of father sours her lips but simultaneously sends a bout of adoration in her small heart, ”and the girl he is with is the reason Cerva is dead.” Perhaps, if she doesn’t use the term mother anymore then the pain will recede.
”And I’m Atrani,” a second thought, because she considers herself nothing of importance.
dove into her eyes and starved all the fears
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