[ What Do You Have To Say? | Ni'Srilan: The Desert ]
Posted by Inigo on January 26, 2009, 10:40 pm, in reply to "thread"
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Quiet does not come easily to Inigo, and so he hunts for its absence and finds a very different landscape than the one Fantome enjoys. As the night falls gracefully across the curve of Fantome’s spine and cloaks his ears in welcome silence, Inigo’s ears stray over the dark landscape and catch the edge of life emerging. The moon presides over the slithering of slippery sand rolling down the lip of a burrow hole where a jack rabbit emerges tentatively. The impossibly round bulging eyes of the nervous creature make a crescent of their own with the scant light they’re given, and he whips up the still air with his twitching ears. A malicious snake slithers by.
It is unusual for the air to be this still, the wind here is accustomed to howling through the valleys of the desert for days on end. But the stillness of this particular night only serves to carry the small scrambling sounds of the desert with a more perfect diligence. A hundred yards away a pygmy owl hoots and the sound was as clear to Inigo as it would have been if he had been standing next to the saguaro the owl was perched in. Inigo felt momentarily hesitant to answer Fantome’s question least he overshadow the satisfying sound of the sand crunching beneath their hooves, but ultimately he liked the sound of his own voice too much.
“My name means nothing, that’s why it is so dull. My mother might have heard it somewhere and tossed it onto me when the time came, or perhaps she sneezed when I was born and the meaningless sound stuck.” Inigo smiled ruefully underneath the full weight of teasing talk, “that is my tragedy, I’ve no name to live up to, nothing inborn to propel me to any fixed destiny”, Inigo lied. “There’s nothing in my stars”, he commented casually as he glanced towards the full scene the retreating sun had left behind. He flicked his head, a slight shiver overcoming his shoulders as if he had been uncomfortably shook from the grasp of his previous thought by one more urgent. “Do you fancy yourself are stargazer, Fantome? Do they tell great tales about you?” Inigo dropped his gaze and fixed it upon Fantome with an uncomfortable air of intimacy.
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