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10-30-2013, 05:43 PM
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MIDAS
Where could I go? You are the only love I've ever known. But I hate you. I really hate you.If Africa talked to others in the clan she would realize that I wasn’t much of a sharer with anyone. There wasn’t room for worries or strife, not when you carried a herd upon your shoulders. Not when I was a trying youth, nor General, and certainly not now that my position boasted Sultana. Weakness didn’t exist, especially before the eyes of others—it was better that they didn’t know. Fina softly touched my spine and pulled at a strand of ivory mane, “Healthy to talk.” She knew my deepest secrets, my fears. Ones that not even Ktulu had ever ventured far enough to guess. Perhaps it was really because nobody ever cared enough to pry deeply if I was hurting or in trouble; it was always the opposite, what was most polite. Most of the clan saw me as a bumper to vent upon (which was natural); but more often than not they didn’t think of the pain that might be lurking beneath flawless water. Kri didn’t have a problem with sharing, why couldn’t I be the same? “Because ye are not Kri.” Fina whispered, “and you are lonely, very lonely.” She was right. Africa’s story was a nice distraction; she told a tale that could amuse the young and old. The cave by her description seemed like a perfect place for sanctuary should the world uptop go to heck, Fina had liked the idea of worms and various other insects—enough for eating. Secrets. I mused silently for a moment, “This world is filled with more secrets then I care to know about.” Lips flicked up into a half smile, “Glowing worms ye say? We had glowing lantern leaves during the dark time.” The idea of bedding beneath a cavern of twisted rods made me cringe a little, “It is brave to sleep beneath the awning of luck. Did a spear ever fall near your bed?” |
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