nothing ventured, nothing gained
06-16-2022, 05:20 PM
His pause told her this was a difficult question, but it wouldn’t stop her curiosity. He briefly pondered what he saw on the raft, and Sybil’s interest in his story multiplied tenfold. Systems? Domes? Had he caught sight of this great tree’s branches? Pup-like delight was hard to tamp down, the girl was still a child by many definitions after all, just not her own. Unwilling to derail the conversation just yet, she let him continue. He spoke of his land and Sybil thought of hers. His was a communal place, smothered by towering trees and guarded by mountains. Hers was of rolling emerald green hills, livestock and humble living, whispers of wealth on the horizon. Pleasant summers and bitter winters, nothing seemed to change but the seasons. She did miss it, the familiarity. The false sense of stability the repetition had given her. When everything was so big and new she found that she wanted to return to those hills and well trodden paths more than anything. New information woke her from her nostalgia, mind returning to earth. The man described his camp, a humble affair surrounded by walls, as if echoing the surrounding mountains. Their purpose intrigued her. “Walls? Why did you need them?” Young mind already conjuring up towering beasts lurking in the forest, or armies of thousands looking for an opening to attack. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ |