Amena and Me
Kida stood trying to breath in her too tight teen jeans. She stared with a wrinkled nose down at her skirt in two pieces. The white haired woman shook her head lightly. It hadn’t been hard to get the stains out of the bottom part, but sewing it back together looked to be a more formidable task, as Kida had no sewing skills.
She paused, wondering if Amena would want to mend it for her. Amena always seemed handy with needle and thread.
Days after Kida had found the half dead Kim and had patched her up; she was now facing the repercussions of ripping her skirt to bandage the little redhead.
The tan girl sighed, best to just ask the quiet Amena. Kida hadn’t really spoken to the delicate little girl since Imbri brought her home months ago. The girl gave her the feeling that she wasn’t that young either.
Picking up the two pieces, she headed over to Amena’s room and knocked on the small door. Kneeling down so she was at the girl’s eye level, she waited as the door creaked open.
“Hi, Amena,” she said smiling warmly. “I was…uh…wondering if you could patch this up for me.”
The Porcelain stared for a moment, not speaking. That unnerved Kida. Thinking back, she hadn’t ever heard Amena actually speak.
The door opened all the way, and the small girl opened up her arms, as if to convey that Kida was welcome to come in, which she did. Everything in Amena’s room was smaller, as if the house realized the Porcelain needed different furniture. Everyday the woman was amazed at the houses magical properties. The little redhead took the two pieces from Kida’s hands, closed the door behind her, and walking bouncily over to her sewing box and held different colored strings to the skirt before finally choosing a shade that matched.
“This is a pretty room you…um...have…” Kida floundered, as Amena looked up at her questioningly. The little Porcelain smiled and nodded silently. In the awkward silence, Kida folded her hands in her lap, sitting properly as the little one backstitched.
“You don’t talk to much do you?”
Amena stopped sewing and huffed. “No,” she said, her voice sounding hoarse and unused. It cracked hard, and the one word sounded like it had caused her great pain.
“I…What?” Kida’s eyes opened up wide as the Porcelain finally responded. “But…why?” She received an eye roll for a response and Amena stood up suddenly and crossed the room, riffling through her things. Finally she pulled out a book and handed it to Kida, who read the cover.
”A History on the Porcelains?” she said curiously. Amena nodded, and motioned her hands like someone opening a book. Kida followed suit and flipped through the first few pages.
“A Porcelain is a smallish, humanesque being, who has delicate, porcelain like skin, no ears (just small openings in the side of their heads) and, up until the Renewal, no vocal abilities. They are mostly empathetic creatures…” She trailed off. “So, you respond to emotion?” Amena nodded. “That’s why you never responded to me…I suppose I don’t make an effort to convey real emotion, just emotion through words.” Amena gave a rough chuckle and nodded. “I see…” Kida continued to read the book, about the world they came from, how humans took care of them and more as Amena silently patched her skirt.
After a time, Kida felt a feeling of accomplishment and pride wash over her. That wasn’t her…She looked up and Amena held the skirt up, beaming. It looked as good as new and Kida took it, thanking her, and mustering up feelings of gratitude for Amena’s sake. Amena giggled, nodded again and started to put her things away. Kida started for the door, and then paused, looking down at the skirt.
“Maybe I can come by more and you can…tell me more about the Porcelains.”
Amena smiled happily and nodded.
She paused, wondering if Amena would want to mend it for her. Amena always seemed handy with needle and thread.
Days after Kida had found the half dead Kim and had patched her up; she was now facing the repercussions of ripping her skirt to bandage the little redhead.
The tan girl sighed, best to just ask the quiet Amena. Kida hadn’t really spoken to the delicate little girl since Imbri brought her home months ago. The girl gave her the feeling that she wasn’t that young either.
Picking up the two pieces, she headed over to Amena’s room and knocked on the small door. Kneeling down so she was at the girl’s eye level, she waited as the door creaked open.
“Hi, Amena,” she said smiling warmly. “I was…uh…wondering if you could patch this up for me.”
The Porcelain stared for a moment, not speaking. That unnerved Kida. Thinking back, she hadn’t ever heard Amena actually speak.
The door opened all the way, and the small girl opened up her arms, as if to convey that Kida was welcome to come in, which she did. Everything in Amena’s room was smaller, as if the house realized the Porcelain needed different furniture. Everyday the woman was amazed at the houses magical properties. The little redhead took the two pieces from Kida’s hands, closed the door behind her, and walking bouncily over to her sewing box and held different colored strings to the skirt before finally choosing a shade that matched.
“This is a pretty room you…um...have…” Kida floundered, as Amena looked up at her questioningly. The little Porcelain smiled and nodded silently. In the awkward silence, Kida folded her hands in her lap, sitting properly as the little one backstitched.
“You don’t talk to much do you?”
Amena stopped sewing and huffed. “No,” she said, her voice sounding hoarse and unused. It cracked hard, and the one word sounded like it had caused her great pain.
“I…What?” Kida’s eyes opened up wide as the Porcelain finally responded. “But…why?” She received an eye roll for a response and Amena stood up suddenly and crossed the room, riffling through her things. Finally she pulled out a book and handed it to Kida, who read the cover.
”A History on the Porcelains?” she said curiously. Amena nodded, and motioned her hands like someone opening a book. Kida followed suit and flipped through the first few pages.
“A Porcelain is a smallish, humanesque being, who has delicate, porcelain like skin, no ears (just small openings in the side of their heads) and, up until the Renewal, no vocal abilities. They are mostly empathetic creatures…” She trailed off. “So, you respond to emotion?” Amena nodded. “That’s why you never responded to me…I suppose I don’t make an effort to convey real emotion, just emotion through words.” Amena gave a rough chuckle and nodded. “I see…” Kida continued to read the book, about the world they came from, how humans took care of them and more as Amena silently patched her skirt.
After a time, Kida felt a feeling of accomplishment and pride wash over her. That wasn’t her…She looked up and Amena held the skirt up, beaming. It looked as good as new and Kida took it, thanking her, and mustering up feelings of gratitude for Amena’s sake. Amena giggled, nodded again and started to put her things away. Kida started for the door, and then paused, looking down at the skirt.
“Maybe I can come by more and you can…tell me more about the Porcelains.”
Amena smiled happily and nodded.
