Blythe shuddered. Those men don't sound very nice.
Way to state the obvious. Blythe's right brain commented, as it envisioned itself rolling its eyes at the left.
"Why would they test poisons on a bunch of slaves? Why not..." Blythe shuddered, "sell them to people... oh never-mind. That's even worse... no just as bad... no worse." Blythe grabbed her head and covered her ears. Her blonde hair trickled around her fingertips. Her eyes were tightly shut. "It's all horrible and entirely unnecessary. Just so, so horrible," she muttered, as she tried to wrap her brain around what sorts of people would make poison only to inject it into another being, and then attempt to save them from their own poisons repeatedly. Finally, after she had calmed down a bit, Blythe returned her hands to her lap.
"I am surprised you're not dead. Heck, I'm surprised the entire camp isn't dead. Surely some of those poisons were contagious," Blythe continued. "And how did they manage to capture and contain you all anyway? Surely four men against so many... it just doesn't make sense. Your numbers alone should have been enough to turn the tides in your favor. But then again, you were all in cages.... all poisoned."
Blythe shuddered again. "But the past is the past. It has happened already, and there is nothing anyone can do to change it. So perhaps you're right, perhaps it's best to simply forget the things you may not wish to dwell on, the things you simply cannot change. But then again, dear Serrif, the past is what makes us who we are today. Without the past, we are nothing. Simply dust in the wind, and thus, as much as you may want to, it may not be best to simply forget it all."
Blythe was silent for a long time. She was simply swishing her right foot back and forth in the sand and looking down at her hands. "Just remember that Serrif." Blythe was silent for another long while before she dared to look up at Serrif again. "You know your secret is safe with me," she said, with a shy smile, before looking down at her feet again. "Your story shall not be shared with anyone."
This day has simply been too dark.
But it is so light out, and so very beautiful out.
"Now what do you say we try to enjoy the day and not dwell on such dark things? After all, the sun is shining, the water is lovely, as is the sand beneath our feet. It is simply too nice out to pass up, and, correct me if I am wrong, but I get the impression you don't want to talk about your past anymore anyway. Which is fine, it doesn't all need to be let out and into the open right now anyway. We both have more than enough time to get to know each other, to speak of it if you so chose," Blythe said. "It's not as though I'm going anywhere. Although you might. Although the Island is lovely all year around, there aren't many adventures to be had. Mura is rather peaceful, as are the majority of its people. The fact that we're on an Island keeps us out of a lot of worldly affairs, although it fails to cut us off completely. Although your heart may long for the peace of this city now, it may grow tired and one day long for something more. Such a thing is only normal. Most of us leave here too, at one time or another. But my adventure has been had for now. My heart is satisfied, and I am pretty sure I will simply rest here for a time. Relax before I venture back out and into the world."
Blythe dug her right hand into the warm sand at her side. She picked up a pile of coarse grains, and then let them slip through the tiny spaces in-between her fingers. She watched as the sand fell, making a mild hissing noise before forming a tiny mountain of sand by the side of her body. "We have so much time Serrif. Or at least, that is what we always tell ourselves, before we realize how quickly it slips away." All of the grains had fallen from between Blythe's fingers, save for one. Blythe lifted her hand to her face, so that it rested just before her lips, her palm was flat, and facing the sunny sky. Blythe parted her lips, and blew, causing the final grain of sand to swirl away and into the sea of all the other tan grains. Blythe tried to watch it go, but it soon disappeared from her sight. Blythe lowered her hand again, and looked over at Serrif, but said nothing.
OOCErm... would you like to wrap up soonish? I am running out of getting to know you things to say. Unless you have an idea as to where to take it, in which case, I shall simply follow your lead. |