Posted by .indira on February 7, 2009, 9:58 am, in reply to "I kinda like BB guns myself" I N D I R A
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The wealth of information that spills from her tongue is addictive and I latch onto each word as though it is honey and I Pooh Bear (Making her...the bee? Big bee. Big Blue Bee. Maybe I should keep that one to my self, haha). She speaks so calmly and so naturally that I wonder if I will ever know this information as well, it comes so easily to her that I realize she must have studied for some time. I have desire to know, yes, but I am also impatient. A child, yet, with a mind that desires stumulation and constant change. I look to the sky as she does while the rain pours down upon us, and I relish the feel of it. My skin has become dry and flakey, what with the lack of moisture in the desert. My forelock becomes a slide for raindrops to spill into the corners of my eyes and so in an attempt to rid myself of the droplets I lower my skull and shake it rather violently, sending a spray of water in ever direction (though what water comes from me and what comes from the sky will hardly be discernable.) I turn to Huyuna."Oh no, I love the rain. And anyway, I could hardly ask you to stop it when you seem so happy to be in it." She does look the happiest I have ever seena creature, as though the water is something cherished to her, and she dances within it, enfolds herself within its embrace. Her and the rain are one. I am almost mesmerized by the elation she is in so that when she speaks I am almsot startled by the sudden sound beyond the patter of rain on earth. She continues her lesson and I listen attentively, a keen student, though I am, to e honest, slightly distracted by the downpour. Like the impish child that refuses to leave me entirely I have a faint ache to stick my tongue out and catch the droplets, but the more mature side of me knows this would be utterly rude, and so I force myself to keep my attention squarely on Huyuna. And it is interesting, everything she says. I begin to wonder who my herdmates are, spy or scholar or warrior. Hypatia I see as a scholar, Cyan as a spy (though I could be entirely off). I was aptly suited to scholar, it seemed. I was not a devious creature by any means, I enjoyed riddles but I would never make it in the world of a spy. And a warrior? That would be out of the question, seeing as I really only had three working legs when it came to battle. But the scholars, my hunger for knowledge seemed to fit perfectly to this class. I would reach Oracle, this I was sure of as I was sure I was no dripping wet with rainwater. And watching Huyuna, as she spoke so fluently and seemed so absorbed in her own love of the topic, I knew she too would reach such a pinnacle. I had not met many other scholars, but if my feel fo he rwas right, she would do great things. She would earn her second name. And I am abotu to ask her exactly what she has chosen, not knowing it would be faux pas to ask such a thing, like asking a Superhero to reveal their secret identity. It was personal, their own, until they wished to reveal it. And just as I am about to open my mouth and ask the question which surely would have gotten me a "none of your beeswax" response (ha, from the Big Blue Bee of course!), her eyes fal to my leg and she asks the question I myself had been dreading since my arrival here. I knew they knew, but I also had the naive hope that maybe since nobody had mentioned it...They hadn't noticed. Like not noticing a person with two heads. Right. "Well..." It really was nothing embarrasing, nothing I had had control over. Just a gift from my deadbeat mom. "It is a birth defect. I was a twin, and unfortunately my leg grew cramped in the womb. It has always been this way." My eyes flicker to the bent appendage, the one that had given me that limp my entire life and had made others stare at me like I was some useless freak. "But it has never stopped me. And it never will. It inspires me, almost." I grin sheepishly, a little mebrarased to be telling her the things I had only ever thought. "It is a constant reminder for me to be strong. Since I am physically weaker, I have always wanted to be mentally stronger. My father taught me that. The most powerful weapon is the tongue." It wasn;t so bad, telling her all of that. But still I felt as though I was being held under the spotlight, examined, my beliefs and my entire reason for being now being scrutinized. I would never be held back bymy disability, this I had decided from a young age. And I was sure, from what I had come to know of this blue mare thus far, she would not judge me harshly for it.
a new philosophy*
nehru x tilapia
scholar of ni'srilan
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