Kelvic? Faye cocked her head at the name, peering at Oralie curiously as she offered a cautious smile. She wondered distantly if she was having some joke played on her, but pushed the thought quickly from her mind.
“What’s a Kelvic?” She asked, her tone a mixture of amusement and curiosity. There was just so much about this world that she didn’t know, and Oralie somehow made her feel comfortable enough to be free with her questions. Faye was starting to like the woman a great deal, even before she gave her the dress which sealed it in her mind that they were going to be the best of friends. At least, she hoped so.
She didn’t let the doubt get to her though, nor did she readily dispense with the coat despite what Oralie had said. She knew how to take good care of precious things as she had a lot of experience making things last as long as possible. She could have stayed in that moment forever, chatting pleasantly with Oralie and maybe would have even broached the subject of going out together when there was daylight to be had. It never got there though.
There was something wrong. There was something terribly wrong with Cleon, more than just his hand. It had to do with his mind, a change that had overcome him since coming here that she didn’t quite understand as much as she didn’t understand the changes her body was experiencing. Perhaps it was natural and Cleon had this mental break a long time coming, but this felt different from all of the other times which were almost mild in comparison. She didn’t like this one bit. Watching him disappear down the beach broke her heart, and she feared for him in more ways than one.
Faye practically sank into Oralie’s arms as she held her as the tears came on, and on. She’d almost manage to compose herself once when she saw the blood all over her new dress which got her bawling all over again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She mumbled against Oralie as tried and failed to compose herself. It was as if all the anxiety and fear that had built across their long trip was suddenly pouring out of her then and she couldn’t do a thing to stop it.
Fortunately, Oralie was there for her, holding her and giving the support that she desperately needed in that moment as the one sure thing she had in this world ran away from her. It was almost too much to handle.
Eventually the tears dried up into sniffles as she clutched at the woman’s arm. Faye looked up to see that she had gotten Oralie’s clothes all wet and almost started to cry again when she asked a question that took her mind off of that briefly.
“Never, he doesn’t lose his temper like that. There must be something wrong with him, maybe he’s sick and needs some medicine like they gave me. Something about dust in my lungs they said, a nice woman gave me some syrup to drink and it has been really helping to keep me from coughing so much. Though I’ve never acted like he has now so maybe he has a different sort of illness.” Faye suggested, blurting out everything as she didn’t have a clue what would be important in all of that information. She was glad to hear thought that Oralie still wanted to help him, which made her feel she liked the woman considerably more if such a thing was possible.
“I’m.. Sorry if he scared you. He’s not normally like this I promise. He is usually rather restrained, if not kind in his own way. I just don’t know. Do you think he might have gone to find something to drink? He quit drinking before we went to live on our own, but if he’s started up again, that’s were he would go I think. Its.. He’s.. Well there is a lot he’d like to forget. I’ve heard him and my sister talking about it one time when they thought I was asleep so maybe its those memories coming back that’s causing him to be so irritable. Do memories do that? Bad memories I mean, come back? Do they ever leave or are they just stuck with you forever.” Faye said, and suddenly she realized she had been babbling as Oralie guided them along, and she had the presence of mine to give Oralie a nervous grin.
“I’m sorry. My sister Farren says my mouth runs faster than my thoughts when I get going. You don’t have to answer any of that if you don’t want to, I was just thinking aloud really.” Faye suggested, hoping she hadn’t offended her new friend in any way. She would go along with the woman wherever she lead, though she hoped they would check along some of her suggestions if there was such a place in Syka because Faye did not really know the place well even after having been given a tour. She supposed she hadn’t been paying it as much attention as she should have thought she couldn’t really blame herself on that account as there had been so many wonderful distractions from the good food to the talking birds. She smiled fondly on that memory now before the anxiety and worry set in again. They needed to find Cleon, and soon before he did something drastic.
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“What’s a Kelvic?” She asked, her tone a mixture of amusement and curiosity. There was just so much about this world that she didn’t know, and Oralie somehow made her feel comfortable enough to be free with her questions. Faye was starting to like the woman a great deal, even before she gave her the dress which sealed it in her mind that they were going to be the best of friends. At least, she hoped so.
She didn’t let the doubt get to her though, nor did she readily dispense with the coat despite what Oralie had said. She knew how to take good care of precious things as she had a lot of experience making things last as long as possible. She could have stayed in that moment forever, chatting pleasantly with Oralie and maybe would have even broached the subject of going out together when there was daylight to be had. It never got there though.
There was something wrong. There was something terribly wrong with Cleon, more than just his hand. It had to do with his mind, a change that had overcome him since coming here that she didn’t quite understand as much as she didn’t understand the changes her body was experiencing. Perhaps it was natural and Cleon had this mental break a long time coming, but this felt different from all of the other times which were almost mild in comparison. She didn’t like this one bit. Watching him disappear down the beach broke her heart, and she feared for him in more ways than one.
Faye practically sank into Oralie’s arms as she held her as the tears came on, and on. She’d almost manage to compose herself once when she saw the blood all over her new dress which got her bawling all over again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She mumbled against Oralie as tried and failed to compose herself. It was as if all the anxiety and fear that had built across their long trip was suddenly pouring out of her then and she couldn’t do a thing to stop it.
Fortunately, Oralie was there for her, holding her and giving the support that she desperately needed in that moment as the one sure thing she had in this world ran away from her. It was almost too much to handle.
Eventually the tears dried up into sniffles as she clutched at the woman’s arm. Faye looked up to see that she had gotten Oralie’s clothes all wet and almost started to cry again when she asked a question that took her mind off of that briefly.
“Never, he doesn’t lose his temper like that. There must be something wrong with him, maybe he’s sick and needs some medicine like they gave me. Something about dust in my lungs they said, a nice woman gave me some syrup to drink and it has been really helping to keep me from coughing so much. Though I’ve never acted like he has now so maybe he has a different sort of illness.” Faye suggested, blurting out everything as she didn’t have a clue what would be important in all of that information. She was glad to hear thought that Oralie still wanted to help him, which made her feel she liked the woman considerably more if such a thing was possible.
“I’m.. Sorry if he scared you. He’s not normally like this I promise. He is usually rather restrained, if not kind in his own way. I just don’t know. Do you think he might have gone to find something to drink? He quit drinking before we went to live on our own, but if he’s started up again, that’s were he would go I think. Its.. He’s.. Well there is a lot he’d like to forget. I’ve heard him and my sister talking about it one time when they thought I was asleep so maybe its those memories coming back that’s causing him to be so irritable. Do memories do that? Bad memories I mean, come back? Do they ever leave or are they just stuck with you forever.” Faye said, and suddenly she realized she had been babbling as Oralie guided them along, and she had the presence of mine to give Oralie a nervous grin.
“I’m sorry. My sister Farren says my mouth runs faster than my thoughts when I get going. You don’t have to answer any of that if you don’t want to, I was just thinking aloud really.” Faye suggested, hoping she hadn’t offended her new friend in any way. She would go along with the woman wherever she lead, though she hoped they would check along some of her suggestions if there was such a place in Syka because Faye did not really know the place well even after having been given a tour. She supposed she hadn’t been paying it as much attention as she should have thought she couldn’t really blame herself on that account as there had been so many wonderful distractions from the good food to the talking birds. She smiled fondly on that memory now before the anxiety and worry set in again. They needed to find Cleon, and soon before he did something drastic.
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