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 Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 6:17 pm
Not that I'm an expert on her kind of lunacy -- and that's saying something -- but I feel confident in my affirmation she's not acting normal. It takes longer than should for me to catch on.
Really? She thinks I'm about to wander down there? I'd like to, but that doesn't mean I will. I'd also like to trap my sisters in a cave together and see which was the last twin standing. I won't be doing that either.
I've never been very good at banter. Scathing sarcasm, sure. Not banter, and not pranks. I haven't seen the point of them until now.
Look at her, with her horns and her subject changes.
Attempted subject changes.
"Volcano? Is that what it's called?" I rock to the side so I can peek around her. "I want to get a closer look real quick."
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 6:32 pm
No.
That's what I want to tell her. I should be letting her jog down the hill and make her own mistakes. Instead, I am staring. My ears are back. There's a nervous twitch in my muscles as she rocks. I glance to the ground. It is stable, for now, but this volcano is deceiving.
I decide not to answer her when she asks if it's called a volcano. Of course it's called a ******** volcano. I don't appreciate her rhetorical questions. I feel like that one is just made to piss me off.
I step to the side. It's not easy. It's like trying to move a boulder twice your size attached to each one of your feet. Still, it's her choice if she wants to get closer. I'm not going to stop her twice.
What the ******** is wrong with you, Uuni. It doesn't jar me back to normal. I'm still staring at her. Still wondering what she'd look like if that rock decided to collapse, or worse, the volcano decided to have one of its moments. Only, it's not really wondering, I know what she'll look like.
"Don't be an idiot." I tell her. My voice sounds more worried than I ******** this. ******** all this.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:26 pm
"I'm not," I snap. It's my only reaction to that word. My sisters are idiots. My parents are idiots. My brother is debatable, but odds aren't in his favor. I, however, am anything but.
-- So I should stop acting like one and forgetting I'm supposed to be the one goading her.
"I'm not," I repeat, more dignified. "I'm not really going down there. That place is a death trap. But thanks for your concern." My mouth is getting the better of me, but why shouldn't it? What was the point of all this?
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:37 pm
That's another thing that's annoying about the way she talks. She says things like 'Thank you' when she's not thankful. It's no wonder mortals don't trust each other. Not that I'm any better, of course, I just have a different way of lying through my teeth.
It's a better way, in my opinion. Lions are good at fooling themselves, so why not let them exploit their strengths?
"I'll wait here. Someone will have to drag out your dead body."
The phrase takes the place of the sigh of relief I didn't actually make. While the idea of venturing closer to the volcano is still not a pleasant one, at least I'm assured she's not going to go sprinting down the cliff flanks only to suffocate in the accumulating gases below.
Maybe she'd actually make it to the lava lake. With any other mortal, I might be interested in seeing the outcome. There are plenty of dumb mortals in the world, and Roka doesn't need to self experiment.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:50 pm
I don't trust myself to say anything that won't make me look as bad as her, so I keep quiet. She doesn't have any faith in mortals. We can be curious and careful if given the chance. I tread around the area to get a better look, certain this will be my only opportunity to ever do so, but I watch my footing as if my life depends on -- since it does.
My exploration goes off without a hitch. Discounting the build up of this awful air in my lungs, I return to her unharmed and wiser for the experience. Next time I see my siblings -- should there be such a time -- I'll be able to teach them about volcano.
"I'm going back now."
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:58 pm
I'm really not sure why I'm still here. It has something to do with that morbidly curious set of emotions mortals get where they wait to see if something goes wrong.
Nothing does.
She comes back, looking almost smug, and passes me without a second thought. I watch her for a few moments, just to make sure she's past the worst of it, and then let her go without another word.
It is as much as I'll be getting from her tonight. I'm not usually so persistent with mortals that don't put out, but she's become a sort of challenge, and an interesting one. One that maybe I should walk away from before I get anymore 'good ideas' that involve volcanos.
Vaguely, I wonder how long it took her to notice I was gone.
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