01-05-2016, 01:55 PM
 She finds it is not hard to get away from mother and brother. Brother more so because at least, from time to time, he likes to play. The blue girl had left them in a pool of piney shade, mother mumbling to her friends, and brother sleeping on his side in a cradle of moss. Wandering away on her far too long legs, through the meltwater and pine needles, off to explore the murk of that endless, iron forest. She is not brave exactly, but she does like to look at things... and others, and wonder about them all. She likes to follow the beat of that odd heart sound – but she never finds its source, the exact place where the muscle is pumping away under the dirt. She is content to accept that maybe it comes from everywhere. That somethings have no answers, or at least, none that she is smart enough to figure out. So mostly she just slips through the trees and open spaces, humming to herself to occupy the seemingly unending hours in her day. (Sometimes brother joins, and that’s a bit more fun.) Until darkness comes. And stars! And she finds her place near her family to settle, as close as she is allowed. Today, through the legs of those great, giant tree-men, the girl catches the flutter of wings (in the Chamber, they are everywhere... those big, scary, black birds). She grasps as quiet as possible, skittering behind a pine tree. Stilled for a moment, in heavy breath and fluttering pulse, by fear – ‘they’ll eat your eyes out, how do you think poor, dear brother got to be the way he is?’ mother had warned. Because, children have resilience not only in their young bodies, but also in their resolve; and they have curiosity to loose, she tiptoes forward enough to see the raven perch on another child’s back. “Oh.”She must be brave… Or, maybe her mother has not told her about their penchant for eyeballs. The blue girl trails behind, far back enough so as not to arouse her suspicion (no doubt that watchful babysitter has sent back to the Queen news of her princess’ follower), out of the Chamber… farther than she has ever drifted. Away from the jurisdiction of that heartbeat, and into the wider world. Now and then she is sure she should go back, tell mother at least, but she is fixated on the adventure of it all. Such a break from monotony. The place where black and white girl stops, and the blue one too still tucked into border trees, feels safe enough – playful and protected. When the raven takes wing and finds itself a place to watch from high up, she moves to the other girl (just about her age!), every now and then, glancing in the bird’s direction with suspicion. “Hi.” Michealis and Aurane's ****Steps taken forwards, but sleepwalking back again. Dragged by the force of some inner tide. |