06-16-2017, 01:12 PM
The deputy walks on hard nails, the preacher rides a mount, but nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts...
Jah-Lilah paid his aggressive words no mind, jauntily following his path. She couldn't help it, she liked people and loved everything. She wanted to figure him out, hear his story, and know what made him how he is. It's the soothsayer in her. Stories are meant to be told, drugs are meant to be shared. She has to screech to a sudden halt when he brake-checks her, narrowly missing his haunches by a whisker. She ducked to the side quickly, ears forward as his harsh body language finally relents.
"You're missing the point, Stands-Like-A-Stone. I don't WANT anything. It's what YOU want. The peace you are looking for, it won't come from a river, or an equid, or even the Earth-Mother herself. It has to come from you." She cocks a lazy hind leg, shifting her weight casually. "I just want to know you, like I want to know everyone here. I collect stories, then move on about my business."
...The one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Jah-Lilah paid his aggressive words no mind, jauntily following his path. She couldn't help it, she liked people and loved everything. She wanted to figure him out, hear his story, and know what made him how he is. It's the soothsayer in her. Stories are meant to be told, drugs are meant to be shared. She has to screech to a sudden halt when he brake-checks her, narrowly missing his haunches by a whisker. She ducked to the side quickly, ears forward as his harsh body language finally relents.
"You're missing the point, Stands-Like-A-Stone. I don't WANT anything. It's what YOU want. The peace you are looking for, it won't come from a river, or an equid, or even the Earth-Mother herself. It has to come from you." She cocks a lazy hind leg, shifting her weight casually. "I just want to know you, like I want to know everyone here. I collect stories, then move on about my business."
...The one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
someday, we will foresee obstacles