Post by mylex on Mar 17, 2011 11:09:17 GMT -8
A young woman wandered the fairgrounds with a lost, pleasured daze in her eyes. All around her bodies pressed in and away as they piled out of the large tent but for once there was no wariness. Delight swayed in the movements of her limbs and lit up her dark eyes. Barely keeping track of her steps she noted with interest the way lights danced against the toffee-color of her skin. This was quite possibly the closest Veata had ever come to drunk without having actually touched any alcohol.
Like a mad woman she began to giggle without reason or care. It had been so many years since she allowed herself this much fun. After she had left home it had been nothing but a cycle of run, forget, work, and move on. When there had been fun it had always been only when she was alone. She’d been too wary, too antsy and afraid, of other people to allow herself to be caught off guard among a group of strangers. God, it felt good to let go.
From the ocean of noise came a low chuffing that snapped her to attention. Veata’s head physically turned towards the calling and she stopped walking. IN the blur of her thoughts a red flag went up; she recognized the keening that beckoned her. Not from an environment like this, no, but from once upon a time. Once upon a time when she was a little girl. Once upon a time when the jungle trees thrived. Once upon a time where amber rose from elephant grass.
Veata closed her eyes, drawing the thread of that particular noise from the mess to follow. Not paying the slightest bit of attention to those around her she began to force her way towards a part of the grounds untouched by the crowd. Back there she found various darkened tents and cages. Within the cages dark forms shuffled back and forth; animals waiting for their turn in the show. This was where the chuffing had come from: one of the bear cubs from the earlier showing.
With the cold air clearing and sharpening her mind Veata wandered over to the bear cages. A wet, black nose shoved out between the bars and she giggled as a long tongue tried to reach her. Without a worry she stuck her hand in and scratched the cub’s furry, black ears. “I don’t have anything for you, Love,” she whispered, “Maybe next time, eh?”
Like a mad woman she began to giggle without reason or care. It had been so many years since she allowed herself this much fun. After she had left home it had been nothing but a cycle of run, forget, work, and move on. When there had been fun it had always been only when she was alone. She’d been too wary, too antsy and afraid, of other people to allow herself to be caught off guard among a group of strangers. God, it felt good to let go.
From the ocean of noise came a low chuffing that snapped her to attention. Veata’s head physically turned towards the calling and she stopped walking. IN the blur of her thoughts a red flag went up; she recognized the keening that beckoned her. Not from an environment like this, no, but from once upon a time. Once upon a time when she was a little girl. Once upon a time when the jungle trees thrived. Once upon a time where amber rose from elephant grass.
Veata closed her eyes, drawing the thread of that particular noise from the mess to follow. Not paying the slightest bit of attention to those around her she began to force her way towards a part of the grounds untouched by the crowd. Back there she found various darkened tents and cages. Within the cages dark forms shuffled back and forth; animals waiting for their turn in the show. This was where the chuffing had come from: one of the bear cubs from the earlier showing.
With the cold air clearing and sharpening her mind Veata wandered over to the bear cages. A wet, black nose shoved out between the bars and she giggled as a long tongue tried to reach her. Without a worry she stuck her hand in and scratched the cub’s furry, black ears. “I don’t have anything for you, Love,” she whispered, “Maybe next time, eh?”