09-03-2016, 06:30 PM
ROMEK
This massive event had affected everyone in different ways, and it was obvious that some of these effects were more extreme than others. When the spotted stallion hears the loud, raucous laughter of a mare, he doesn’t think ‘crazy’, he thinks ‘damaged’. Gods only know that he would scream and scream and scream if he thought he was alone, too. Life was unfair. He had lost homes. Not singular, but plural. First the Deserts, and he thought that would have been bad enough. He filled that massive trench left by the dunes with the Tundra and his family, and this trench soon became a little mound, and then a massive hill, and now it was a mountain, and it dwarfed everything that the Deserts had been to him.
But that was gone now, too. Mountains move, he has learnt.
So no, his first reaction upon hearing this isn’t to judge the soundness of her mind. He wonders whether she is okay, whether she is struggling, whether she has lost her family too, or a home that only she had ever known. And so he approaches her, this laughing woman.
”Hello,” he says, a little more stiffly than he intended, but Romek has never really been one for words. He is no wordsmith. Being nice was Maribel’s job. ”Are you alright?”
But that was gone now, too. Mountains move, he has learnt.
So no, his first reaction upon hearing this isn’t to judge the soundness of her mind. He wonders whether she is okay, whether she is struggling, whether she has lost her family too, or a home that only she had ever known. And so he approaches her, this laughing woman.
”Hello,” he says, a little more stiffly than he intended, but Romek has never really been one for words. He is no wordsmith. Being nice was Maribel’s job. ”Are you alright?”
fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem