12-02-2018, 08:10 PM
“But why does not your--” the words softened off into a confused expression. The then and now crashed like waves, and at the centre of that storm she finally perceived an incorrect assumption, born from simple familiarity. Mara and Nimeda, they were old things, but much time had passed since the original buds of their friendship. Life seemed so eternal here in this shadow world that sometimes she forgot.
“Oh. Oh, we are alone.” It wasn’t a revelation, exactly; more like context. Sat cross-legged now, her fingers drummed against the caps of her knees. She shrugged the thought away, and considered instead the things she did know. Calvin and Jon were both moral creatures, and either might help if they thought it the right thing to do. The problem there, of course, being that Nim herself was not always quite sure of the delineation between black and white. Mara’s pets were not well beloved with good reason. Though there was another she might call on, whose morality was a beautifully grey as Nimeda’s own. But his help came with pretty strings. They would need something of value to offer in return.
“A hospital.” She repeated the word so that she might remember it. Though really the where did not matter, for the weight of Nimeda’s intention was heavy as a waterfall. One way or another, she would find Mara’s body, and she would liberate it. Her expression abruptly scrunched away the far-flung thought, replaced by a grin. A flicker brought her closer, kneeling. She had not reacted to the red lines revealed on Mara’s arms, but knowledge of them undoubtedly fired her protectiveness now. Ignorant of the little puffs of darkness, she leaned to press a kiss to her friend’s forehead.
“I will find a way to fix this, sister. I was good at that once.”
And then she was gone.
“Oh. Oh, we are alone.” It wasn’t a revelation, exactly; more like context. Sat cross-legged now, her fingers drummed against the caps of her knees. She shrugged the thought away, and considered instead the things she did know. Calvin and Jon were both moral creatures, and either might help if they thought it the right thing to do. The problem there, of course, being that Nim herself was not always quite sure of the delineation between black and white. Mara’s pets were not well beloved with good reason. Though there was another she might call on, whose morality was a beautifully grey as Nimeda’s own. But his help came with pretty strings. They would need something of value to offer in return.
“A hospital.” She repeated the word so that she might remember it. Though really the where did not matter, for the weight of Nimeda’s intention was heavy as a waterfall. One way or another, she would find Mara’s body, and she would liberate it. Her expression abruptly scrunched away the far-flung thought, replaced by a grin. A flicker brought her closer, kneeling. She had not reacted to the red lines revealed on Mara’s arms, but knowledge of them undoubtedly fired her protectiveness now. Ignorant of the little puffs of darkness, she leaned to press a kiss to her friend’s forehead.
“I will find a way to fix this, sister. I was good at that once.”
And then she was gone.