09-05-2016, 08:42 AM
She had met others here who exuded a sense of control and understanding, but even Jon had imagined winter clothes when they visited the snowy place instead of simply thinking himself warm. Watching the girl drip, black hair spilled like a pot of ink over her shoulders, dress translucent - but drenched for no other logical reason than she chose to be - bubbled up a singular joy in Nimeda. She clapped her hands together, grinning.
This was not a lost wanderer. This was not a wanderer at all!
She couldn't describe the delight she felt as the girl padded closer, nor even untangle for herself why it pleased her so much. But one word rose like a bubble, popping against the surface of her thoughts: Sister!
Elbows in the muddy bank, Nimeda rested her chin in her hands and looked up as the girl sat. Beads of water ran down the girl's face, drip drip dripping from her chin. She looked like something dredged from the very bottom of the river, like something drowned. "I don't think so. Are you a Mara? I am a Nimeda!"
She laughed. "The name was a gift - I didn't have one before. Do you know Jon too?"
This was not a lost wanderer. This was not a wanderer at all!
She couldn't describe the delight she felt as the girl padded closer, nor even untangle for herself why it pleased her so much. But one word rose like a bubble, popping against the surface of her thoughts: Sister!
Elbows in the muddy bank, Nimeda rested her chin in her hands and looked up as the girl sat. Beads of water ran down the girl's face, drip drip dripping from her chin. She looked like something dredged from the very bottom of the river, like something drowned. "I don't think so. Are you a Mara? I am a Nimeda!"
She laughed. "The name was a gift - I didn't have one before. Do you know Jon too?"
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