01-06-2017, 03:04 PM
As their conversation, interaction, progresses she deems this to be some sad, broken little creature. If she were someone else entirely perhaps she would pity the girl, try to nurture her, take her under wing in a sense. As it is Potion merely watches, each mannerism timidly emerging from the girl, her eyes drilling holes into the ground, her voice shakily making sentences in awkward conversation. It was likely she had brought this all upon herself, her fear, her poor condition- it was her fault, not the result of circumstance.
Potion didn’t know such weakness, the idea of being afraid to even eat was foreign to her.
She knew only strength, certainty and ambition. Each morning she woke to the crash of waves against craggy cliffs, ate tough, salty grasses and played games of life and death with her peers. She watched closely as Father tossed cartwheels in the air, learned at a young age the act of procreation, the power one could have over another by performing it. She listened to hushed conversations, silver tongues dancing with feigned promises, luring the simple to unpleasant (for them) fates.
“Oh but you’ll only die quicker if I eat it all,” a stab in the ribs, a no-thank you in the form of unsugarcoated truths. “Did you want to survive the winter this year?” It was her own challenge in a sense, every word of it leaked her disbelief that the girl could actually manage to do it. “Rhae, is it?” Rhae, a simple enough name, pretty in a sense but potion’s idea of beauty was subjective. Was a dandelion pretty? Yes well, of course it was. How about the shrieks of a gull as it’s wings are crushed? Mesmerizing no?
“Is that why you are so thin then Rhae, offering your food to others? You should eat your fill of course, you found it, not I. Always think about number one Rhae, it would do you some good.” Of course as unempathetic as it was, Potion thought in some way she was offering a word of wisdom.
Potion didn’t know such weakness, the idea of being afraid to even eat was foreign to her.
She knew only strength, certainty and ambition. Each morning she woke to the crash of waves against craggy cliffs, ate tough, salty grasses and played games of life and death with her peers. She watched closely as Father tossed cartwheels in the air, learned at a young age the act of procreation, the power one could have over another by performing it. She listened to hushed conversations, silver tongues dancing with feigned promises, luring the simple to unpleasant (for them) fates.
“Oh but you’ll only die quicker if I eat it all,” a stab in the ribs, a no-thank you in the form of unsugarcoated truths. “Did you want to survive the winter this year?” It was her own challenge in a sense, every word of it leaked her disbelief that the girl could actually manage to do it. “Rhae, is it?” Rhae, a simple enough name, pretty in a sense but potion’s idea of beauty was subjective. Was a dandelion pretty? Yes well, of course it was. How about the shrieks of a gull as it’s wings are crushed? Mesmerizing no?
“Is that why you are so thin then Rhae, offering your food to others? You should eat your fill of course, you found it, not I. Always think about number one Rhae, it would do you some good.” Of course as unempathetic as it was, Potion thought in some way she was offering a word of wisdom.
POTION
[..we ain't never gettin' older..]