He told her they'd been kidnapped and then that he'd escaped. Well, that was good, she thought. He'd escaped and so now, they could... "where did you go?" By the time she was half way to finishing the thought, he'd gone. Run off. But he'd promised he'd be back, he gone to make it safe, he'd told her that. So she just had to be patient and wait. The hailstones battered down on them both and Vega spent the time he was gone, looking at her toes. Inside her shoes, she couldn't really feel them she thought. That was odd. Maybe, she considered as the boat lurched dangerously and the hail hitting her face caused her to frown, maybe that was because she couldn't see them.
Yes. That must be it.
Vega usually had a fast, chaotic, scattered thought process, but at the moment her thoughts were slow and linear. Broken and unclear she experienced them like the glass in the window of her mind had shattered and she was trying to catch it. Tumbling, uncertain thoughts but she caught them. Moving her hand to in front of her, she could both see and feel that and so, she reckoned, that was scientific proof that she couldn't feel her toes because she couldn't see them.
By the time he got back, therefore, she was busily working her foot out of her shoe. Now, in fairness, she'd dressed in a hurry and so she had her low ankle boots on which were easy to get off, usually. But she was making quite a mess of doing it and when he got back she looked up at him, sitting there tied to the deck with her strangely mis-matched eyes looking at him in a most disconcerted fashion. "I can't fee my toes, because I can't seel them." She'd said that wrong, but she ignored the realisation. "Help me take off my boot?"
But he had questions and they were odd ones. "Papa. My father's name is Papa." Vega continued to try and get her boot off, because he really wasn't listening to her. When was his birth trial? "The first of Vhalar. I bought you somethin', do you remember? I was in love with you then, but I jus'.. I couldn't tell you cos the girl at the University was pretty an' clever an' I thought you 'ad the 'ots for 'er. Besides, I'm an old crone aren't I?" She smiled at him looking more and more lucid each trill, even though her eyes remained mismatches, bits of the opposite colour began seeping into both. "Elbows an' knees, an' your jus' a kid. I didn't know we were both talkin' in code. I didn't even know I was, really, I jus' had all these feelin's. Confusin' you are."
How many grizzly bees? Vega's response was slower, in terms of response time, but her grin was the usual. "Untie me an' I'll show you," she said, and then looked down. frowning. "Arlo. Why am I tied up?" Her eyes now were uneven, but both were swirling the same colours at least and they were getting more even as time passed. "I'm right uncomfortable an' my head's thumpin'." Looking at him, she suddenly frowned deeply. "What're you doin' out 'ere in the storm? You're soakin' wet you'll catch yer death."
Yes. That must be it.
Vega usually had a fast, chaotic, scattered thought process, but at the moment her thoughts were slow and linear. Broken and unclear she experienced them like the glass in the window of her mind had shattered and she was trying to catch it. Tumbling, uncertain thoughts but she caught them. Moving her hand to in front of her, she could both see and feel that and so, she reckoned, that was scientific proof that she couldn't feel her toes because she couldn't see them.
By the time he got back, therefore, she was busily working her foot out of her shoe. Now, in fairness, she'd dressed in a hurry and so she had her low ankle boots on which were easy to get off, usually. But she was making quite a mess of doing it and when he got back she looked up at him, sitting there tied to the deck with her strangely mis-matched eyes looking at him in a most disconcerted fashion. "I can't fee my toes, because I can't seel them." She'd said that wrong, but she ignored the realisation. "Help me take off my boot?"
But he had questions and they were odd ones. "Papa. My father's name is Papa." Vega continued to try and get her boot off, because he really wasn't listening to her. When was his birth trial? "The first of Vhalar. I bought you somethin', do you remember? I was in love with you then, but I jus'.. I couldn't tell you cos the girl at the University was pretty an' clever an' I thought you 'ad the 'ots for 'er. Besides, I'm an old crone aren't I?" She smiled at him looking more and more lucid each trill, even though her eyes remained mismatches, bits of the opposite colour began seeping into both. "Elbows an' knees, an' your jus' a kid. I didn't know we were both talkin' in code. I didn't even know I was, really, I jus' had all these feelin's. Confusin' you are."
How many grizzly bees? Vega's response was slower, in terms of response time, but her grin was the usual. "Untie me an' I'll show you," she said, and then looked down. frowning. "Arlo. Why am I tied up?" Her eyes now were uneven, but both were swirling the same colours at least and they were getting more even as time passed. "I'm right uncomfortable an' my head's thumpin'." Looking at him, she suddenly frowned deeply. "What're you doin' out 'ere in the storm? You're soakin' wet you'll catch yer death."
