12-14-2024, 10:21 PM
I am so accustomed to ignoring the effects of an aching body in my father that I do not see Meyer’s wince, only Salomea’s sudden attentiveness followed by Meyer's easy wink. Nothing to be worried about, I think, just things between siblings. I’ve decided thats what they must be, the boy and the girl. Not twins like and Luvi and though, the boy is older by much more than the minutes Luvi has on me.
They don’t live anywhere, Meyer answers, and stops Salomea from revealing the best hiding places. I don’t blame him - I’d be reluctant to give up my favorites either. But not to live anywhere? That seems stranger, but before I can ask his face grows more serious, and soon his frown that is mirrored by my own expression as my eyes and ears follow his gesture to an otherwise nondescript direction in the woods.
But Meyer does not elaborate as to the things in the woods anymore than my mother had, and then Salomea asks if I’d eaten the fish and I shake my head. “No. I left it to an osprey.” I would have eaten it, but something about the look in my mother’s eyes at the sight of the blood had turned my stomach. The osprey had needed it, too; the black Islandres bird had been looking thin lately.
“More Stratosians?” He asks, unsure what Meyer is asking. “My sister, and Ruhr. Everyone else is just horses, my mom and her friends.” To Salomea’s question, I gesture back down the path that I’d been traveling on before the pair of them had appeared. “The Gates. The big flowery place down that way along the coast?” Perhaps they've not been there, I think, and then decide they must not've if what Meyer says is true - that they survive out here.
@Meyer
They don’t live anywhere, Meyer answers, and stops Salomea from revealing the best hiding places. I don’t blame him - I’d be reluctant to give up my favorites either. But not to live anywhere? That seems stranger, but before I can ask his face grows more serious, and soon his frown that is mirrored by my own expression as my eyes and ears follow his gesture to an otherwise nondescript direction in the woods.
But Meyer does not elaborate as to the things in the woods anymore than my mother had, and then Salomea asks if I’d eaten the fish and I shake my head. “No. I left it to an osprey.” I would have eaten it, but something about the look in my mother’s eyes at the sight of the blood had turned my stomach. The osprey had needed it, too; the black Islandres bird had been looking thin lately.
“More Stratosians?” He asks, unsure what Meyer is asking. “My sister, and Ruhr. Everyone else is just horses, my mom and her friends.” To Salomea’s question, I gesture back down the path that I’d been traveling on before the pair of them had appeared. “The Gates. The big flowery place down that way along the coast?” Perhaps they've not been there, I think, and then decide they must not've if what Meyer says is true - that they survive out here.
@Meyer