The Sisters
Two creatures that exist in my story - now others stories as well. Recently I shared this with my creative community, to see what moments of story they would add to my picture.
Thanks to everyone who gave their take, It means a lot - to create the space - more than just sharing it, or doing it for myself… a lot more.
As promised, here is my own tiny story of two of my favorite girls…
The grass girls.
The whisperers.
The elves of Woodsdeep.
They have as many names as the many folk whom have seen them, or think they had, and even more names (and tales) from those who’d wished and hoped they could meet them.
…When I first found them, rather, when they had let themselves become known to me, I simply called them ‘Pale, and Blue’. Not directly, but in my head - too keep easy track. I tend to forget names. Not here - in this strange place - i’m sure - if anywhere - but, I never quit feel like I know. You know?
They did not speak in any common language, not mine at least. They spoke in strange noises in fact. Sometimes I think it had to be words, those sing-songy melodies, strung together charmingly, eerily echoing - like memories of the future, the way biology might talk to itself - realizing itself. Encoding. Projecting. Unraveling itself.
Later, I wrote down what I saw. When you’re alone, it feels like you need a witness. I have been lost for four weeks, and that makes matters worse. Or better. I can’t quit tell for certain.
Let me flip back… Here;
My face warmed. The fire crackled, intensifying again.
I sat up suddenly.
The sky was colored already.
A stick flew onto the fire, from the left - a thin figure was squatting there, watching the flames. And to the right, another figure sat that had been standing right next to her. That one poked the flames with a long branch, and it turned its head to me.
Without words, the thing seemed to say good morning. I greeted her back in a questioning hello, trying to make sense of today's surprising guests.
By the way of her features - the one still looking back - it was hard to make sense, but she was ephemeral looking and pleasant, not anything frightening, an eccentric looking human, but with something of a twist: Her blue eyes were so awake, her white hair streamed away from her skull as if stuck in a wind. Her neck sprouted out gracefully - much too long to be normal - but it fit her form rather perfectly. She had no smile or any disturbing glance, so she was, just there, as a natural looking attraction - a thinly fawn of a person, a mutant of sorts but of the most enchanting of kinds. Her blue eyes dreamed at dreamed into me.
Blue, blinked once.
She turned to the other, one that looked like a sister. She then turned to me - this left side one, a copy of the other, but with eyes much much lighter - and so, she just looked - pale.
Pale leaned over, across my own legs, her neck extending towards her sister. But she also said nothing, and it looked like she was preparing to whisper; but instead she dipped down and brushed her head against my leg. She exhaled into my robe, then pulled back in that breath with a series of sharp sniffing inhales.
The two things then both stood.
I watched.
They had short bows worn across their backs, and short bundles of arrows - toy sized items - along side animal skin backpacks. Pale’s thin short sword - the size of a large knife - bounced along her thigh as she adjusted her outfit. Blue, I assumed, had the same thin blade on her leg that was currently out of sight - on her far side.
I asked them their names, and what they were doing; what’s up kind of things, but they walked to the broken wall without answering, as if they had no use, or care for words.
Blue finally turned and offered me the branch, now with a charred thing on the end - a critter of sorts, since it smelled like burnt chicken or an overcooked barbecued thing.
I refused, gently pulling my chin in.
I gathered myself to follow them. I knew they waited for me, and that perhaps the stranger had felt sorry after all, and sent help.
Once ready I stooped to warm my hands - that were already warm - one last time.
The two sisters had an elegant mode of travel - they were already outside the rubble of the broken down walls, both watching back with side eyes, for the ‘guy thing’ to come over - but it was the way that they had moved, in just those twenty feet that was peculiar; they were lanky, and quiet, and knew just how to step. Only five feet tall at the most, they stood - blending in - as if grown from the forest itself.
I walked up. A twig snapped under my
leftfoot. I straddled over the wall at a convenient spot. My clothing was heard rubbing over the rubble and stones, but only because I now took notice, since the two kept turning further to scrutinize each move I made.I shuffled to a halt just behind the
sisters ?two girls.They stared at me.
I began squinting, scanning around as if with some kind of keen power - now that I sensed that the sisters seemed disturbed, turned off, or judging my clumsier behavior.
~ at least I was probably stronger, and definitely taller.
I remember I thought.
(the end, for now)
By the way, to be clear, These ‘girls’ are not to be underestimated. The best way I could put it; They enter no place, or become found in any space, where they wouldn’t be able to either kill or escape every single person in said location.
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Beautifully sketched scene here and so interesting seeing such shifts in perspective and character! I like the way you describe action, as if your images are begging to be animated.
When I first found them, rather, when they had let themselves become known to me, I simply called them ‘Pale, and Blue’.
So much like a fairytale, how the mysterious unknown comes to seek us!