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 Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 10:36 pm
"I didn't eat fish too often before I came here." Except for lox and smoked fish...which were rahter different, she decided stubbornly. Then the beaver quirked a grin. "But I have to admit that twigs make fine snacks now!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 10:41 pm
This was true. "Or bark, from the particularly broad trees!" It was odd, how excited she got at this. Of course, she'd take fresh greens over the bark, but when her changes were recent, chewing it had helped with her teeth, and jaw pains.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 10:45 pm
"Mix it in with some lettuce, and you've got yourself a good meal," Chana concluded, somewhat proudly (how very strange). Then she started giggling. After all, she'd just been discussing adding twigs to a salad! As the seasoning!
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 5:54 pm
Emerwyn laughed along with her. What comfort she was feeling! It was foreign to her.
She laid back on the thick jungle growth. It was so soft, and she could have easily fallen asleep right there.
"It is so strange," she reflected aloud. "How suddenly this pure joy has taken control of me, amidst all that my life has brought me of late."
"Do not get me wrong," she added, looking toward the beaver-girl. "I am most certainly not complaining."
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 6:06 pm
"Oh, I understand it," the beaver confided. "It's where you resign yourself to life as it is, and then discover that there are still times when you can feel joy. Even though you'd thought it was all gone."
Chana was struck by how very deep and serious a comment that was. "Oy, please don't listen too much to me, I tend to ramble when unchecked," she told the deer, embarrassed.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:01 pm
Emerwyn nodded slowly, but something about Chana's statement didn't quite sit well in her mind.
Resigned.
That was an awful word to Emerwyn. It had the feel not of defeat, but of simply stopping, letting go - giving up.
But still she smiled. "Oh not at all. It is a rare occasion that I can hold someone's attention for quite so long. The feeling is mutual."
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:07 pm
Chana giggled a bit. It wasn't so often that someone brought out the depressed and contemplative side of her. Actually, she'd been trying to suppress it for some time, otherwise she'd be completely incapacitated.
Just like when she'd seen Cassidy. The beaver shuddered and tried to hide it.
"I just get so down, and I don't like the person I am when I'm down," she admitted quietly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:25 pm
Damp legs pulled up slowly from the cool water. The hairs stood up on them with the goosebumps. Emerwyn hugged them to her chest.
"If you have a reason to be glad, then why would you not be glad. And otherwise..." She left the rest of the sentence off. It was understood.
If you have no reason to be glad, why delude yourself?
But Emerwyn was glad, wasn't she?
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:36 pm
Chana shivered again, and not entirely due to the cool breeze on her damp fur. Okay, Emerwyn was nice and all, but...she was kind of creepy. And the beaver still hadn't heard a single contraction. Coincidence?
"Well, I have Stewart and so I'm glad. I hope you have someone," she told the deer, standing up. It was time and past to head back, she decided.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:42 pm
The Deer understood why Chana was going to leave her now. It was unexplainable for Emerwyn, but somehow, she was always able to bring a strange and eerie end to what was otherwise a pleasant visit. She always had a strange way of speaking to people, this was true. It no doubt came from growing up knowing more books than people.
She did not make a move to rise. She simply looked up at Chana and nodded smiling.
"I am happy for you."
She did have someone. Or, she thought she did.
The one person she knew would always be the one needed her. And that was why she had to be glad. Because she was going to save him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:50 pm
Chana paused, trying to think of something to say. But nothing came to mind at all. Looking at Emerwyn was like looking at...at one of those old portraits in a museum; it was that cold and sterile in so many indescribable ways.
"I'll...see you around," she finally said, and turn and left for the village, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:59 pm
Emerwyn turned away and sighed as Chana walked away. It was a common plague. And she had gotten used to it back home. Because at home, there were people who accepted, and even appreciated her strange ways.
They were her family. Even if they didn't always understand her, they were there for her. And it was the same for her.
Emerwyn did not always follow Lyra's rigid path of logic, in fact they had argued from time to time. But, the two were inseperable after the bout, laughing over tea and coffee.
She looked at the footprints in the ground, leading away.
The few people she'd found connections with, the few people who she was able to be herself around... she had frightened them away, too.
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