05-12-2016, 04:25 PM
Curious. I open my eyes, and I am alone. No sign of Mother, nor of the man logic would dictate is likely my father. His presence, his patient instruction, the look of quiet approval on his face as I devoured everything he taught me...oh, and that little comment when I drank Mother's blood. I think that might be a little bit of both of us. And after that last lesson, those words mean more than they did at the time. Interesting. Father. I do like that idea, and he's rather an excellent teacher. Yes, I think I'll keep him.
In the absence of anything else to do I stand, practicing the operation of my body in its new environment. It is more complicated now that I must maneuver around on my own, but the lack of confinement is a distinct improvement. As I rise, I lose my balance and start to fall, but something catches me. Solid, where it should by all rights be nothing but air. Interesting. I use the invisible surface to push myself back up, then turn to explore it.
I see nothing but air, and—and small flowers blanketing ground that was just grass before. Strange. Do flowers grow so quickly? I do not think I slept for long, though it's hard to say for sure. The smells are the same, aside from the pervasive floral note of the violets spread across the ground around me. I still smell Mother's and Father's scents lingering in the air as well, though I do not see or hear any indication of their presence. Curious indeed.
I nudge the invisible wall, probing to discover its limitations. I can see through it, whatever it is. I can still smell things beyond it, the sprawling growth of flowers, the surrounding trees. I can hear some kind of bird calling from one of those trees. The wall itself has no scent, nor taste. It is smooth to the touch, and solid. But when I paw at it, it makes no sound. It curves around me and over me, and down into the ground. Enough room to rise, to move around a little, but I am penned in.
Confined.
My eyes narrow, and I dig at the place where the invisible wall meets the earth, only to find that wall curling beneath my feet to rejoin itself. Trapped. I do not like trapped. Interesting, though, how my blood seems to run hotter in my veins, how heat builds in my chest and my abdomen, how it claws up the back of my neck and sets my ears pinning back, my jaw clenching, my nostrils flaring. Thorough, I will be thorough. I will dig up every inch of the ground inside this invisible wall, just to make sure there is no way through it. Perhaps I can tunnel out. No sense deciding I am truly trapped until I know for certain.
In the absence of anything else to do I stand, practicing the operation of my body in its new environment. It is more complicated now that I must maneuver around on my own, but the lack of confinement is a distinct improvement. As I rise, I lose my balance and start to fall, but something catches me. Solid, where it should by all rights be nothing but air. Interesting. I use the invisible surface to push myself back up, then turn to explore it.
I see nothing but air, and—and small flowers blanketing ground that was just grass before. Strange. Do flowers grow so quickly? I do not think I slept for long, though it's hard to say for sure. The smells are the same, aside from the pervasive floral note of the violets spread across the ground around me. I still smell Mother's and Father's scents lingering in the air as well, though I do not see or hear any indication of their presence. Curious indeed.
I nudge the invisible wall, probing to discover its limitations. I can see through it, whatever it is. I can still smell things beyond it, the sprawling growth of flowers, the surrounding trees. I can hear some kind of bird calling from one of those trees. The wall itself has no scent, nor taste. It is smooth to the touch, and solid. But when I paw at it, it makes no sound. It curves around me and over me, and down into the ground. Enough room to rise, to move around a little, but I am penned in.
Confined.
My eyes narrow, and I dig at the place where the invisible wall meets the earth, only to find that wall curling beneath my feet to rejoin itself. Trapped. I do not like trapped. Interesting, though, how my blood seems to run hotter in my veins, how heat builds in my chest and my abdomen, how it claws up the back of my neck and sets my ears pinning back, my jaw clenching, my nostrils flaring. Thorough, I will be thorough. I will dig up every inch of the ground inside this invisible wall, just to make sure there is no way through it. Perhaps I can tunnel out. No sense deciding I am truly trapped until I know for certain.