The youth wanted to help. She didn’t know what the others craved.
Maybe that was enough – but she didn’t want to abandon the boy to his muttering either (with a strangled pitch of wrong, with pandering to Gods and how they weren’t one of them). So her head tilted a fraction, her brow arched, and her smile remained, mouth and mind trying to form an exact response that wouldn’t leave them all blundering into the day’s end. “Sometimes we have to do more than let the world just pass us by. What would we be if everyone just let nature preside?” Would the realm crumble to ash and dust, because all the animals had been robbed of their lives, bones picked, carcasses discarded, all players and stages falling apart, one by one? Or would everything remain the same, and they were mere ruffles of wind, champions of the moment, the second, before it slid away from them again, and the empire just kept churning, spinning, revolving, regardless of their efforts? She aimed to do more than stand amidst the soil and allow it to beat against her; she was too proud, too bold, too audacious. Her grin, never faltering, beamed and illuminated as she whispered back into the fold, winking at the younger lad. “I hope you won’t always be a bystander.” One day he’d see something that sizzled and emboldened, she was certain of it.
Thereafter, she turned, she twisted, an edge of poetic frenzy, a zealous charge, a chaotic blend of cacophony and ardent endeavors, placing her heart into the fold – wings stretched out to her sides, dust billowing beneath her feet, and a war cry in her lungs, stampeding straight for the bounty of snakes.
@Otem