Post by Blue on Nov 3, 2014 1:21:33 GMT -5
After the long and arduous journey to the furthest reaches of the north to regain Siri’s true form Blue had thought Siri would be in a greatly improved mood. As it turned out, this had not been the case and since they had returned to the hot desert sands Siri had been getting increasingly agitated and aggressive. She had gone out of her way to find humans to gobble up and she had been so protective of her hoard that Blue wasn’t even allowed into the mouth of her cave. She was within her lair now, brooding over her delicate frozen flowers and Blue had decided to remove himself.
Instead of sitting around and waiting for Siri to allow him back into his house Blue had departed to go to the Mud Crossing, one of the many border towns dotted between the Boil and the North. His infant daughter lived there, along with her mother who had been ailing since Elyna-Viona had been born. Mint had healers waiting on her almost constantly, and she looked pale and drained. It had been hard on her, sometimes births were hard but it was rare for a mother to still be so frail almost two years and Blue didn’t like it.
Mint’s healers had grown to truly loath Blue with his constant fretting about, hovering over them whenever they gave Mint medication and menacing them with his sour face. They had tried to remove him multiple times but Blue had refused with increasing aggravation until Mint had asked him if he would take their little girl out on a walk through the town.
Blue had been ecstatic at the suggestion, although his face didn’t show it outside a softening of the angry lines around his eyebrows. Ev had been happy about the suggestion too, and she clapped his hands as Blue walked to her, throwing open her arms wide so when Blue scooped her up in his arm she could wrap her arms around her neck. ”You want to go on a walk?” Blue asked her, his voice low and raspy after so many hours arguing with healers.
”Uh-huh ah-ah!” Ev squeaked. It was hard to tell what language she was using; Ev had been exposed to the common and the Boil tongue so often that she seemed not to understand that they were two separate languages since she had the same understanding of both. Blue thought she was brilliant for such a young child but he knew full well Mint would argue that no, young children were just better with languages even if Blue himself had taken a long time to learn the common tongue. Still, Blue supported his tiny daughter with one arm and carried her out of the room that smelled too sterile where his oldest friend was bedridden, down the stairs in the back of the brothel, and finally into the brilliant late day sun and cruel, snarling wind. Ev made a noise of protest and she tugged the blue bandana off her father’s head so she could cover her nose and mouth to protect herself from any sand the wind decided to toss into her face.
Their golden hair whipped about freely, tangling together in a mess that would be hard to break when they returned indoors, made harder by the fact that theirs was the exact same shade. Most people would have turned around and gone back inside but Blue and his daughter were scorpions and this wind was not the worst they had seen, even within Ev’s short lifespan. Still, Ev seemed to like it less than Blue did. She pulled her long crimson dress tighter about her small frame, tugging the golden laces around her waist. ”Hush now, yeah?”Blue said when she made a small sound of protest. Blue lowered her so she was against his chest instead of on his shoulder before he took off walking down the hard packed street with long strides and protecting her from the wind with his broad chest and wide shoulders. He would have worried about what she thought of the healers always about her mother if wasn’t all that she knew. As it was Blue doubted she was even old enough to understand anything was wrong.
”I bet someone here sells roasted centipedes. Has your mother ever let you try those?”
Ev turned up to look at him with her gray eyes wide and her lips slightly parted. ”No,” Ev whispered in what he could only describe as reverent horror. Blue kissed her forehead as the wind brushed back her hair then raised his head to peer down the street.
”Well then le’s try t’ fix tha’,” Blue said. He knew there were a few stores that sold insects, selling them to northerners as a Boil ‘delicacy’ while the only Boil natives who stopped by were shifters. The pair of them would probably be welcome in one of those restaurants, Blue thought.
Instead of sitting around and waiting for Siri to allow him back into his house Blue had departed to go to the Mud Crossing, one of the many border towns dotted between the Boil and the North. His infant daughter lived there, along with her mother who had been ailing since Elyna-Viona had been born. Mint had healers waiting on her almost constantly, and she looked pale and drained. It had been hard on her, sometimes births were hard but it was rare for a mother to still be so frail almost two years and Blue didn’t like it.
Mint’s healers had grown to truly loath Blue with his constant fretting about, hovering over them whenever they gave Mint medication and menacing them with his sour face. They had tried to remove him multiple times but Blue had refused with increasing aggravation until Mint had asked him if he would take their little girl out on a walk through the town.
Blue had been ecstatic at the suggestion, although his face didn’t show it outside a softening of the angry lines around his eyebrows. Ev had been happy about the suggestion too, and she clapped his hands as Blue walked to her, throwing open her arms wide so when Blue scooped her up in his arm she could wrap her arms around her neck. ”You want to go on a walk?” Blue asked her, his voice low and raspy after so many hours arguing with healers.
”Uh-huh ah-ah!” Ev squeaked. It was hard to tell what language she was using; Ev had been exposed to the common and the Boil tongue so often that she seemed not to understand that they were two separate languages since she had the same understanding of both. Blue thought she was brilliant for such a young child but he knew full well Mint would argue that no, young children were just better with languages even if Blue himself had taken a long time to learn the common tongue. Still, Blue supported his tiny daughter with one arm and carried her out of the room that smelled too sterile where his oldest friend was bedridden, down the stairs in the back of the brothel, and finally into the brilliant late day sun and cruel, snarling wind. Ev made a noise of protest and she tugged the blue bandana off her father’s head so she could cover her nose and mouth to protect herself from any sand the wind decided to toss into her face.
Their golden hair whipped about freely, tangling together in a mess that would be hard to break when they returned indoors, made harder by the fact that theirs was the exact same shade. Most people would have turned around and gone back inside but Blue and his daughter were scorpions and this wind was not the worst they had seen, even within Ev’s short lifespan. Still, Ev seemed to like it less than Blue did. She pulled her long crimson dress tighter about her small frame, tugging the golden laces around her waist. ”Hush now, yeah?”Blue said when she made a small sound of protest. Blue lowered her so she was against his chest instead of on his shoulder before he took off walking down the hard packed street with long strides and protecting her from the wind with his broad chest and wide shoulders. He would have worried about what she thought of the healers always about her mother if wasn’t all that she knew. As it was Blue doubted she was even old enough to understand anything was wrong.
”I bet someone here sells roasted centipedes. Has your mother ever let you try those?”
Ev turned up to look at him with her gray eyes wide and her lips slightly parted. ”No,” Ev whispered in what he could only describe as reverent horror. Blue kissed her forehead as the wind brushed back her hair then raised his head to peer down the street.
”Well then le’s try t’ fix tha’,” Blue said. He knew there were a few stores that sold insects, selling them to northerners as a Boil ‘delicacy’ while the only Boil natives who stopped by were shifters. The pair of them would probably be welcome in one of those restaurants, Blue thought.