Flashback One Unique Snowflake [Eshe]

[Ollic Rimesage]

Ollic was patient as he waited for Eshe to respond. The question itself was extremely difficult to not only answer, but understand and comprehend. Ollic, himself, didn't even fully understand what he meant.

He was sure whether or not he would have been a doctor if his parents weren't, but his interest in the human body for fortunately strong enough that he never questioned his destiny to become like one of his ancestors.

All his childhood life, before his pre-teen years of today, he had been berated with scolds on how to become a better healer. His parents told him what to do and didn't think twice on criticising him on something he did wrong.

Sure, he loved his parents, with all his heart there couldn't be a hole of doubt tearing it apart, but sometimes he wished they would calm down and listen to his own ideas of which direction he wanted his future to head in.

He wondered if he would have been a storyteller, soon transforming into an author, for the way he loved to share his experiences and adventures when he was much younger. Or perhaps he would have wanted to become a teacher in the industry of arts and crafts, showing younger people how to draw a perfect dog or a honeysuckle 's flower petal. He didn't know how to draw very well, but he was open-minded about everything that came to him.

At first, Ollic realised that Eshe hadn't been brainwashed or constantly chided to when she spoke of being a doctor, for she had told him that her parents were merchants, but then he realised that to want their daughter to have a perfect life, unlike their own, they would have pressured her into getting a good job. Why not pressure her into going into the field of medicine to make good money?

Then, Eshe's tongue snuck around the idea of dancers, ballerinas and bards, telling him how she had always secretly wanted to be just like one. She thought they were pretty, their body slim and slender and able to move in all sorts of directions and still remain in one piece.

Ollic couldn't help but smile wide, opening his eyes to see that Eshe wasn't smiling with him. His face ceased showing teeth as his eyebrows knit together in concern.

"What's wrong?" He asked her, worry brimming over the edge of his heart. Was the sickness coming back or growing worse? Or was her frown meant for something different? Did she think Ollic was asleep?

He pat her hand passionately. "I always listen to people. That is the thing I can be known for, my parents say. Don't believe that because someone's eyes are closed it means that they are sleeping."

As soon as Ollic had reassured Eshe, his mother stepped into the room, her left eyebrow raised and the corners of her mouth pulled upward rarely.

"Ollie?" she asked, her voice directed toward where Eshe sat. "Who is this beautiful young woman?"

Ollic cleared his throat, which had become dried and constricted as he thought he would get into trouble for bringing a stranger into his house.

"This is Eshe," he told her, standing up quickly and gesturing toward the pale girl beside him. "She fell outside in the snow and I helped her up and inside where it was warm."

He shied away, head bowing down as if he was disgraced. "I hope that was okay," he whispered.

His mother's mouth formed an "O" shape. "It's fine, Ollie," she told him, coming over to his side, her hand finding his shoulder and resting it there.

She turned to face the girl asking her what her name was. It was obvious she was little wary of the stranger's presence, her eyes scanning over her body, taking in all of her features: hair as blonde as snow, eyes an icy blue, skin as flawless as a porcelain doll's.

Ollic shrugged off his mother's hand that felt like a weight, dragging down his shoulder. "Her name is Eshe. She looked sick so I gave her some lemon water and some honey. She was just leaving."

His mother looked a little disappointed, having her son be so dismissive of making a new friend, and especially a friend of female gender.

Ollic grabbed Eshe's hand and lead her over to the door, his back turned defiantly away from his mother's questioning gaze, sadness evenly displayed in her affectionate eyes. He opened it and gently ushered her outside and back into the falling snow's cold wrath.

"Meet me outside in a few minutes," he whispered to her, winking his sparkling eyes.

With that, he closed the door silently and turned back to his mother. "Aren't you going to work?" He asked her as he headed toward the fire place, taking out his book on the endocrine system and reading it with fake interest.

"Yes," his mother replied, her words slowly leaving her lips in large waves of confusion. "Let me grab my coat."

And she did so, slowly moving over to the coat rack, throwing it around her shoulders. The collar's fur brushed against her smooth face, accenting her blue eyes with great grace.

They changed to a purple, giving Ollic the twinkle of love. "Don't let her go to quickly, Ollie," she told him before leaving the house out the door.

He hoped with all his strength that Eshe had rounded the corner of the house as not to be seen by his mother.

Just to make sure, he waited a few more chimes, to make it positively known that his mother would be well gone and away before he opened the door up again.

"Eshe?" he called out to her in a mere whisper, the white fluffs of nature's beauty coming down in small clumps.

[Eshe Czardas]

"Huh? Nothing's wrong. I figured you had fallen asleep, but apparently not." A woman who was most likely his mother appeared in the room. Eshe blushed at the compliment, hiding her face. She was introduced, although before she could answer his mother's question, Ollic cut in and answered for her. Confusion swamped the little girl. She was just leaving? Did Ollic not appreciate her company? He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the door, telling her to wait outside. "Oll- ..." Well, time to wait outside. Eshe turned the corner and hid. She realized quickly that she didn't have her winter wear on anymore. The cold nipped at any exposed flesh and pierced her leggings and thin sweater. Ollic's mother exited the house, and a few chimes later Ollic poked his head out and whispered her name. She trudged up to him, rubbing her upper arms furiously and shivering. "Ollic! You forgot to gimme my coats back! I'm frozen stiff, do you expect me to get frostbite? Lemme in, silly!" She celebrated mentally the use of the new word: Frostbite. Eshe giggled through chattering teeth, and ducked past Ollic. She was not going to be a child-cicle!

[Ollic Rimesage]

He saw her round the corner of the cottage, thanking Eyris for sending Eshe that wise decision. Ollic didn't know why he didn't want his mum to know about his new friend. Maybe it was just the acts of a pre-mature teenager, getting acquainted with the feeling of rebellion. Maybe he just wanted to make a choice for himself for once and have some privacy with his newest relationship.

When Eshe mentioned being cold, Ollic grimaced. How stupid was he to not give her back her coats and gloves! He wondered if his mother had noticed his failure to act nonchalant like he was just now realising.

"I'm sorry,” Ollic apologised, a crackle of hurt pinching at his windpipe. How silly could he be to risk her life? Now he will have to save her all over again!

After closing the door, Ollic took Eshe back to the couch, handing her tons of pillows and mounds of blankets, but he did not join her quite yet.

"Another good tip to overcoming a cold is to try to keep warm; sweat out any fevers you may be contracting,” he told her, warming himself by the fireplace.

At least she took her notebook and pencil with, Ollic thought, relief flooding through him. For if she hadn't of stayed like he had whispered to her and had left instead, at least she would have something to study and remember him by.

''Do you want to learn more about your complicated, yet still amazing body, or do you want to switch to something else? I could write you a poem or tell you a story or we could play I-spy," he told her, and without thinking, he took Eshe's notebook and ripped out a piece of paper from the back, borrowing her pencil from her hands to write her a prose or two.

The vibrant shades of the sun
cast rays of light already spun
by the goddesses above
and their serene power of love

This woman with blue eyes
The goddess quickly realised
was of perfect quality
as she gave her to me

The whispers of hope
Helped me easily cope
As the new friend with the eyes of blue
was the wonderful and understanding you.

And then he signed his name.


Ollic dropped the pencil in his lap, for he had sat down on the couch next to Eshe before writing, his hands already warmed, joining her and the loads of pillows that covered her. He then gave her the paper, a smile of mixed emotion on his face.

Would she like it or crumple up the paper in disgust? Would she understand what he meant by the words he wrote? He desperately hoped so, his act of kindness and truth seeming a mystery to him that was about to be unfolded.

[Eshe Czardas]

Eshe reassured Ollic that she wouldn't die, since she knew he would be afraid of that. "I'll be fine, Ollic. I wasn't out there for too long!" Pillows and blankets were piled onto her until she felt like she was only a pair of eyes staring out at the boy. Another question, and her notebook and pencil taken from her protruding hands before she could reply. He gave her a piece of paper with something written on it, and the blanket-and-pillow-covered child held it up in front of her to read it. His name was signed at the bottom. She smiled, the expression spreading throughout her face as the edges of her eyes crinkled. Eshe folded the paper carefully and reached out to give Ollic a hug. The pillows and blankets spilled off of her, somehow managing to not land in the fire. Her little arms wrapped around her friend and squeezed tightly. She shuffled closer, practically nuzzling his shoulder. "Thank you, Ollie."

[Ollic Rimesage]

Ollic liked smelling Eshe's hair as it tickled his nose when she hugged him. She smelled of pine tree leaves and lavender, with a mix of strawberry that gave him a feeling of wanting to eat something sweet.

They hugged for a while longer, Ollic never wanting to let go, Eshe being the only human being besides his mother he has really come in physical contact with over the past few years.

Once they had somehow managed to pry each other away from themselves, Ollic rested himself on the couch, arms and legs extending as he stretched.

"I could make you more pieces of poetry in the future, if you'd want me to," he offered. A light bulb erupted on top of his head as he conjured up a wonderful plan, after having said such offer.


''Why don't you write me a poem? Here, its easy," he told her, snapping his eyes open. When had they fallen closed?

''Try to think of two words that rhyme," he said, mouthing the word "fun" to try to give Eshe some motivation and inspiration. He didn't know if she had ever written poems before, but teaching her and giving her little tips every now and then whether she knew what she was doing or not felt live the appropriate thing to do.

He watched as Eshe looked around the room, deep in concentration as she tried to think of something that could rhyme with fun.

Ollic was about to send another helpful clue via body language when she hatched an idea, him knowing when her eyes landed back on his as they danced like raindrops falling from the sky, happy to be free from the congestion of inside the clouds of which they had fallen from.

[Eshe Czardas]

Her? Write a poem? She took the pencil in her hand and set the tip to the paper. What to write... Eshe caught Ollic's hint. Fun. What rhymes with fun? She looked around the room, searching for something to help her. Run! Run rhymes with fun! The pencil scribbled madly along the pages, her tongue sticking out of her mouth again. Outside having fun Loving the wind as you run Until you fall in the snow Down, down you go The world is a blur Through a curtain of tears Eshe tapped the pencil against her bottom lip. She didn't know what else to write. She wasn't a writer, let alone a poet. The girl pouted, trying to think. "Ollie, I can't think of anything else! This is hard."

[Ollic Rimesage]

Ollic knew Eshe was having a difficult time continuing on with her poem, her cheeks puffing up as she pouted about having lost her train of thought.

"Well, let me see where you are stuck at," he offered to her, skimming over her first few lines and mentally accepting them with an A grade. But then he stopped when he noticed her next two lines didn't rhyme.

"The world is a blur, through a curtain of tears," he observed aloud. "Are you trying to mix it up a little?" he asked her, beginning to dive into an entirely new concept of composition.

He plucked the pencil and pad of paper out of her limp fingers, beginning to demonstrate how two lines could need not rhyme.

"You skip a line," he instructed as he filled in the last two lines with his own poetry, showing her what he meant.


"The world is a blur, through a curtain of tears, the salt starts to stir, showing all my fears - you see how blur and stir rhyme, yet they aren't next to each other? There is a line in between that separates the two, but it still works."

Ollic was impressed with how well he taught Eshe. Being not the social type whom would never be caught giving a lecture or speech to a large cluster of people, he found himself demonstrating his thoughts through both hand- written words and speech.

''Now you try," he told his young pupil, handing her back her most prized utensils; her most valuable weapons of life.

"If you ever get stuck in trying to think of something to write about, don't look around the room. Instead, look inside of yourself and pull out personal experiences, adding a twist to make your feelings rhyme," he suggested, feeling the need to clarify further.

''The greatest poets sing their songs through poetry. They write what they feel, not what they think."

[Eshe Czardas]

Eshe's heart gave a great, panicked thump. Was she not allowed to skip a line? He explained, and she settled down. "Yeah, that's what I was trying to do." The child took the notebook and pencil back, but set them down. She slid off the couch, trundling over to the door. "Ollic, can we go play outside?" Eshe didn't want any more lectures, she wanted to play. It was so much more fun! Besides, everywhere else it didn't snow. The white crystals called to her, told her to come outside and dance about. It wasn't often she could do something like that. She'd wait for Ollic's permission, though, since he was her teacher and therefore her superior. He was older, too. The girl opened the door warily, cold rushing in. She began to shiver. It felt good though, compared to the heat inside. "Please, Ollic?"

[Ollic Rimesage]

Eshe knew what she was doing, but her mind kept wandering, her eyes flitting about the room, either trying to think of something or trying to occupy her mind with something over than poetry. Ollic assumed it would be most logical to assume the latter.

His assumption were quickly put to rest when she asked him to play outside with her. Ollic had no right to tell her no, yet she looked up at him as though he were her father or boss or superior nanny whilst her mother was out at the market.

But Ollic didn’t know how to play and have fun. All he had ever learnt was to read, study, write, sleep, study, read and repeat. He had a true love for novels and texts and he spent his time learning about all he could ever want or care to know.

Throughout his childhood he never had any friends to ask him to play with them, therefore he never learned the rules of hide and seek or stone-throw or tag. So when Eshe asked for him to play with her outside in the snow, his heart stopped and his throat caved in, his palms growing sweaty again as he tried to think of an appropriate answer to not offend his only friend.

“Will you teach me?”

[Eshe Czardas]

Hm. He didn't know how to play. Eshe moved across the room and donned her winter clothing once more, tugging Ollic along behind her as she waddled outside. Almost immediately the child fell over onto her face, arms and legs flailing as she tried to get up. She managed to settle onto her knees and stand unsteadily. "Come on Ollic, make a snowball!" Tiny, pale hands scooped up the frozen, crystalline powder and shaped it. The white sphere flew towards Ollic, propelled by Eshe's muscles. If it hit the boy, it wouldn't hurt. If it didn't, then it would just sail to the ground. It would probably miss, since she had terrible aim. Either way, if he was distracted he would be met with a tackling hug from the little girl. Eshe squeezed her friend tightly, grinning. She was unwieldy in the clothing she was stuffed into, but still shoved a handful of snow down the back of Ollic's shirt.