Fia waited for the echo of the rocks she dropped down a well. After a thick peace, Laszlo shifted. She barely heard him move. They made so little sound... Through strands of her hair, she watched him open his mouth and try to make answers jump out. Something slim but honest managed the distance. It didn't feel alright. It felt selfish and silly. Her tangent was swept up in two arms and thrown between them with relish. The concept of home would be bittersweet for either. Hers swallowed by Laviku and Ivak, his untouchable in both memory and space. A name he couldn't say? Fia drew together and upward in curiosity, about to ask what he meant. And then an osprey made an unexpected delivery. "Sweet Priskil!" Fia jerked away from the falling object, losing hold on her blanket. She looked a flapping owl scratching for a perch. Laszlo had stood immediately, more agile than anything that tall should have been. His sudden unnatural motion only compounded her fright. When the feathers settled, Fia's hand was spread over her heart and the package was wobbling in place. "Cap'n keep me," she said with breath trilling from laughter, "'Tisn't fair to startle me now. Not when I'm all wound…" Fia trailed off, letting that sentiment die an early death. Her scar speckled hand cautiously reached for the parcel. When her fingers rested on it unscathed, she began to handle it more easily. A look or two was sent Laszlo's direction, as if he'd have answers. Both objects did drop from the sky. Perhaps there was some understanding to be shared. As Fia carefully unwrapped the layers of moist paper, a sudden perfume plumed upward. Bracken tartness turned sweet, reaching for memory. Fia made a feminine hum as she breathed in the warm tones. "It smells so pretty and lady-like." The journal, mottled with all the colors of the sea and kelp, rolled into her lap. Fia turned it over in her hands, admiring more of its color and weight than purpose. It was the only thing she could appreciate without aid. She examined the beads a moment, feeling the glass between her fingertips before unwinding the string. "Hope t'isn't spelled. What I've seen of human magic was frightening stuff." Fia stared at the pages and saw nothing. Looping lines, sharp peaks and a letter or two she recognized. Without looking at Laszlo, she handed the tome to him. Another warm flush spread over her face, reminding her of inability. |