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smiled, hopefully, teasingly.
He almost made me smile, but I shook my head as I gestured, “You are right. I not know many things. You have Visions. I not have Visions. I not what you think. I not . . .” I froze for a moment, racking my brain, but Tomi had ne’er shown me the gesture for “worthy.” “I not good for you,” I finished weakly.
Syawa put his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes as he said something. He waited a moment, then gestured, “You must trust me. I have seen it. You are the one in my Vision.”
As I looked at him, the tears building up, he leant slowly towards me ’til our foreheads touched. We breathed each other’s air for a long moment, my tears drying up, my heart beating faster and faster. He pulled back only a few inches, grinning that hopelessly infectious grin of his. “You see?” he said softly, and in my sudden delirium I scarce noticed I understood his words. Before I could reply, he leant forward again to touch his lips gently, delicately, to mine, and instantly I was o’erwhelmingly dizzy. I have been kissed many times in my life, but it was ne’er like this, nothing like this.
I remember little of parting, of sitting back to talk further, or of Hector returning with a bird of some sort, which he went on to cook. All I remember is the spinning euphoria and the absolute devotion I was beginning to feel towards this strange, very special savage man.
From that night on, I prayed almost continuously that I might, as he insisted, be good for him.
~8~
I HAVE, UP TO THIS POINT , been so consumed with explaining my predicament and describing my companions that I have completely ignored one of the key elements of my situation, which was the idyllic landscape through which we traveled.
Heretofore, as stated, I was not particularly enamored of the out-of-doors, and true wilderness seemed as dark and ominous to me as the Stygian depths. I longed for the comfort and security of the bustling towns of my childhood, the excitement and energy of the Old World cities I had oft heard of. Yet here I found myself wandering deeper and deeper into a wilderness as vast as the ocean itself, with no knowledge at all of how much longer or farther I was destined to roam. Not only did I have only the vaguest notion of where on earth I was, but by this time I rarely knew whether I was facing north, south, east, or west, so numerous were the twists and turns of our fast-paced travels.
Each day I expected to arrive at our destination, or at least to find signs that we were nearing our goal. Each evening when we stopt to make camp, I was forced to reconsider just how far Syawa had traveled in order to find me, and how far I was now being removed from the proximity of the only world I had e’er known. The distance was staggering and growing by miles and miles every day.
I took some comfort in the fact that my companions seemed to know exactly where we were at all times. I did not know if we were following the very trail they took on their eastward journey or if they were merely going in a certain direction, but Hector was an obsessive navigator, always studying our surroundings with a keen eye. Every time we so much as paused, he scanned the lay of the land, oft stopping to examine a tree, bush, or even weed. Once I found him squatting beside a delicate spring flower, curiously studying its unique features.
I asked Syawa why Hector did this, and he explained that much of the flora and fauna in this land were unknown to them. His friend, he said fondly, was always interested in new things.
Having ne’er considered the subject, I was surprised to learn plants and animals were not the same everywhere, and e’en more surprised that a brute as seemingly cold and rough as Hector might be curious about a pretty little posy.
Indeed, ’twas this interest in wildflowers that first enabled me to feel any sort of kinship with Hector, for I, too, was increasingly enchanted by the beauty of the
He almost made me smile, but I shook my head as I gestured, “You are right. I not know many things. You have Visions. I not have Visions. I not what you think. I not . . .” I froze for a moment, racking my brain, but Tomi had ne’er shown me the gesture for “worthy.” “I not good for you,” I finished weakly.
Syawa put his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes as he said something. He waited a moment, then gestured, “You must trust me. I have seen it. You are the one in my Vision.”
As I looked at him, the tears building up, he leant slowly towards me ’til our foreheads touched. We breathed each other’s air for a long moment, my tears drying up, my heart beating faster and faster. He pulled back only a few inches, grinning that hopelessly infectious grin of his. “You see?” he said softly, and in my sudden delirium I scarce noticed I understood his words. Before I could reply, he leant forward again to touch his lips gently, delicately, to mine, and instantly I was o’erwhelmingly dizzy. I have been kissed many times in my life, but it was ne’er like this, nothing like this.
I remember little of parting, of sitting back to talk further, or of Hector returning with a bird of some sort, which he went on to cook. All I remember is the spinning euphoria and the absolute devotion I was beginning to feel towards this strange, very special savage man.
From that night on, I prayed almost continuously that I might, as he insisted, be good for him.
~8~
I HAVE, UP TO THIS POINT , been so consumed with explaining my predicament and describing my companions that I have completely ignored one of the key elements of my situation, which was the idyllic landscape through which we traveled.
Heretofore, as stated, I was not particularly enamored of the out-of-doors, and true wilderness seemed as dark and ominous to me as the Stygian depths. I longed for the comfort and security of the bustling towns of my childhood, the excitement and energy of the Old World cities I had oft heard of. Yet here I found myself wandering deeper and deeper into a wilderness as vast as the ocean itself, with no knowledge at all of how much longer or farther I was destined to roam. Not only did I have only the vaguest notion of where on earth I was, but by this time I rarely knew whether I was facing north, south, east, or west, so numerous were the twists and turns of our fast-paced travels.
Each day I expected to arrive at our destination, or at least to find signs that we were nearing our goal. Each evening when we stopt to make camp, I was forced to reconsider just how far Syawa had traveled in order to find me, and how far I was now being removed from the proximity of the only world I had e’er known. The distance was staggering and growing by miles and miles every day.
I took some comfort in the fact that my companions seemed to know exactly where we were at all times. I did not know if we were following the very trail they took on their eastward journey or if they were merely going in a certain direction, but Hector was an obsessive navigator, always studying our surroundings with a keen eye. Every time we so much as paused, he scanned the lay of the land, oft stopping to examine a tree, bush, or even weed. Once I found him squatting beside a delicate spring flower, curiously studying its unique features.
I asked Syawa why Hector did this, and he explained that much of the flora and fauna in this land were unknown to them. His friend, he said fondly, was always interested in new things.
Having ne’er considered the subject, I was surprised to learn plants and animals were not the same everywhere, and e’en more surprised that a brute as seemingly cold and rough as Hector might be curious about a pretty little posy.
Indeed, ’twas this interest in wildflowers that first enabled me to feel any sort of kinship with Hector, for I, too, was increasingly enchanted by the beauty of the
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