by Verdana » Sat Apr 23, 2011 3:19 am
There he is. Just standing around. He's not making any ominous movements. He's not inching towards her. He is, as far as he knows, unarmed. Therefore, the girl's rather explosive reaction to his presence scares him as much as he seems to scare her. One minute they're standing in companionable silence, the next she is practically falling over herself in her haste to get away from him. This, to Onyx, seems slightly hurtful. He backs up a few steps, eyes widening in surprise. She doesn't run away, though. Not entirely. This gives the boy some hope that there is a potential friendship to be made. His look of astonished injustice turns to bewilderment as she asks him a question. He has never been asked that before. In his small tribe, everyone knew everyone else. There were no strangers, no secrets, nothing hidden, nothing mysterious. He had knowen everyone, and furthermore he had known their family too. That had been one of the things he had hated most about his tribe.
The problem is, due to this, he doesn't know how to answer a relatively simple question.
I'm Onyx, he says, after a long pause and some good, hard thought on the matter. He feels that his name sums up just about everything about him. Black and grey stone names were the names of the year of his birth. Granite. Obsidian. Himself. It is a name of stone, which is an element of earth, which will tell her which nation he hails from. He looks at her, for understanding, for acceptance. Perhaps for shunning and more fear.
And who are you? he asks. He wants to know how one is supposed to answer that question as much as he wants to know the answer to. He runs a hand through his hair. Being with people is already proving more perplexing and exciting than he'd ever hoped it to be.
And it's getting better.
Below them, on the beach, there is a girl astride the strangest-looking white creature that Onyx has ever seen. He diverts his attention from the girl before it to stare in expressionless fascination. Years spent hiding his exuberance and joy from the stern Elders of his home have left his facial expressions sadly lacking. It's a miracle that this hasn't dulled his active mind. The earth informs him that there are more people to see. He turns, to see another boy (accompanied by a long-legged brown thing that looks vaguely like something he had eaten on feast days) shaded by the trees, closely followed by a girl with an air of barely-contained enthusiasm. A small, contented, exhiliarated smile twitches the corner of Onyx's mouth up.
Yes. Yes, it's worth the cold and the rain and the running away from strange people who want to hurt him for no apparent reason. It's more than worth it to live.
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