This forum uses cookies
This forum makes use of cookies to store your login information if you are registered, and your last visit if you are not. Cookies are small text documents stored on your computer; the cookies set by this forum can only be used on this website and pose no security risk. Cookies on this forum also track the specific topics you have read and when you last read them. Please confirm whether you accept or reject these cookies being set.

A cookie will be stored in your browser regardless of choice to prevent you being asked this question again. You will be able to change your cookie settings at any time using the link in the footer.

A Quiet Crossroads (Lake Baikal, Siberia)
#6
An eventual hush befell the story teller’s captive audience. Kemala previously completed her fish stew and nursed a second cup of mint tea when visitors streamed away.

She made no effort to hide the fact that she studied the northern man. His face was certainly scarred in the manner described, but it was the trinket plucked from the depths of his collar that glittered like gold to Kemala’s eyes.

She waited behind, hardly sleepy. Despite the slow advancement around the globe, Kemala’s rhythm remained set to Bali. She desired to view the spoils of war on closer inspection, but she was comfortable in her place, eventually drawing her legs up under her.

She waited until he caught her eye, but she sipped her tea rather than leap at the opportunity to converse with someone so bold. Seemingly bored, Kemala finally spoke in lilted accent, “An exciting tale. Too bad it is complete bullshit,” she smirked, casting out a line into the waters to see what may bite.
 
∞ Kemala ∞ Oyá ∞ Dewi Ratih ∞ Kekura ∞




Reply


Messages In This Thread
RE: A Quiet Crossroads (Lake Baikal, Siberia) - by Kemala - 08-21-2020, 08:14 PM

Forum Jump:


Users browsing this thread: 6 Guest(s)