Images of past and present reflected in the world around her. They were distracting. They tried to take her attention away from what really mattered. From the imposter. She couldn’t let that happen.
Her hands turned into fists. Her breathing grew more labored as she struggled against whatever was happening around her. Ultimately, she returned to her breath in an attempt to stay in control. And it worked to an extent though her body remained tense.
When the man seemed to suddenly pass, her caregiving nature was not triggered. The healer in her did not wake to rush to his side. She watched the deceased man with a mixture of frustration and rising anger. She was too worked up to think in the same ways as she did outside the caverns. So she looked at the body once and then watched the strange stone roll their way, taking a step back as the notes of a lullaby filled her ears.
That fear and longing she had always caried inside her bellowed upon hearing the melody. It flared up like fire fed unlocked, breathing fresh air. A part of her knew the song even if she did not know the words. But there was no memory she could assign to them. It was a mystery filled with pain. It did nothing but worsen her state. As unbalanced as she had been, this threatened to tip the girl over the edge again. Winston, being on her shoulder, would possibly notice that her body’s temperature seemed to suddenly rise a few degrees to near fever.
Something had to be done. She cared not for what the ferret, nor the other man wanted. All she wanted was for this to stop. This had been a mistake. She was lured here and there had been nothing but misery and trickery within these tunnels. All she wanted, was to go back to the shack, lock the door and curl up. She wanted the comfort of dark ignorance.
So driven by emotions, the girl acted. She took a step forward and then raised her foot to kick the stone as far away from her as possible with as much force as she could muster. And she would do just that if no one stopped her.
Her hands turned into fists. Her breathing grew more labored as she struggled against whatever was happening around her. Ultimately, she returned to her breath in an attempt to stay in control. And it worked to an extent though her body remained tense.
When the man seemed to suddenly pass, her caregiving nature was not triggered. The healer in her did not wake to rush to his side. She watched the deceased man with a mixture of frustration and rising anger. She was too worked up to think in the same ways as she did outside the caverns. So she looked at the body once and then watched the strange stone roll their way, taking a step back as the notes of a lullaby filled her ears.
That fear and longing she had always caried inside her bellowed upon hearing the melody. It flared up like fire fed unlocked, breathing fresh air. A part of her knew the song even if she did not know the words. But there was no memory she could assign to them. It was a mystery filled with pain. It did nothing but worsen her state. As unbalanced as she had been, this threatened to tip the girl over the edge again. Winston, being on her shoulder, would possibly notice that her body’s temperature seemed to suddenly rise a few degrees to near fever.
Something had to be done. She cared not for what the ferret, nor the other man wanted. All she wanted was for this to stop. This had been a mistake. She was lured here and there had been nothing but misery and trickery within these tunnels. All she wanted, was to go back to the shack, lock the door and curl up. She wanted the comfort of dark ignorance.
So driven by emotions, the girl acted. She took a step forward and then raised her foot to kick the stone as far away from her as possible with as much force as she could muster. And she would do just that if no one stopped her.
