August 23, 2022, 11:09 PM
She spoke, and he did not understand. Words of a language he had neither heard nor ever spoken - but her tremor, this was a thing he knew, and he understood this enough.
She feared him.
He did not know if she would understand any words he offered her. He did not know if silence would frighten her further. But silence was more than half of what he knew, and he did not wish for her to leave.
Melaneus tipped his ears forward as he did for baba or mama when he wanted them to know he was listening. And there, he waited before this moonlight girl with her dandelion eyes, while the grass around them shifted, and he watched to see what she might do through eyes even darker than the twilight sky they both stood beneath.
She feared him.
He did not know if she would understand any words he offered her. He did not know if silence would frighten her further. But silence was more than half of what he knew, and he did not wish for her to leave.
Melaneus tipped his ears forward as he did for baba or mama when he wanted them to know he was listening. And there, he waited before this moonlight girl with her dandelion eyes, while the grass around them shifted, and he watched to see what she might do through eyes even darker than the twilight sky they both stood beneath.
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RE: arts - by Melaneus - August 23, 2022, 11:09 PM