Intimate Strangers | Jasper Oct 24, 2021 1:45:07 GMT
Post by Scarlett Ivy Montilyét on Oct 24, 2021 1:45:07 GMT
[attr="class","main1"]”Baby.. I promise I know. We just need to go a little bit more and then we can stop, okay? Come here.” Tiny arms raised in search of their mother in defeat. Copper waves covered weary eyes of deep emerald as her son’s cheek came to rest against her shoulder. Exhaustion and the strangely sudden fall weather had taken its toll on both mother and son as a last push in the night left her scrambling for a bearing in the morning. An unpleasantly hot not had all but shifted into a threat of winter in seemingly no time at all. The chill resting sickly upon a tiny chest had jolted her awake and into a fit of shivers that denoted illness. She couldn’t ask him to walk anymore. She knew she couldn’t. Yet, neither could survive the sudden shift in temperature unless she finished the trek into the nearest encampment before nightfall came again. Had something shifted in the rift? They needed information and a place to trade goods in the hope that she could somehow keep them alive for the duration of .. whatever this was.
Weary eyes drifted in and out of slumber once nestled against a mother’s chest. Her jacket had been draped carefully across a tiny back like a makeshift blanket as she juggled survival and motherhood on the road to nowhere. Her back ached and her mind was wired with possibilities of various new threats as they made slow progress through the forest. Was it a better idea to stop and try and make shelter for the night? Could they risk another encounter with the gangs patrolling the streets? If she could make it to the encampment faster perhaps it was the safer bet compared to the demons and cold that would surely kill them both out here. Absent thoughts and the promise of a warm bed for her son carried her deeper into the thicket. A strange push of adrenaline and hope aided her resolve the closer she believed herself to be to the encampment and yet the longer she walked the more she began to doubt her own instincts. Did she miss a turn? Were they on the path to nowhere?
A gentle rustling forced her immediately into cover, a protective hand resting atop Nolan’s crown to ensure she didn’t jar him too much in her haste to hide. The dense patch of brush and the shallow cover offered by skinny trees was far from ideal but over the years she’d learned to work with what she’d been given. Scarlett’s eyes closed as steady fingers curled around the hilt of an old blade. She’d need to wake Nolan and get him hidden somewhere safely. Cautious sapphire followed a joyful hum to somewhat messy chestnut locks and … did he just trip over nothing? Her brow furrowed as she followed his movements. He appeared happily lost in his own world as he scribbled down rushed images on a notebook. He certainly didn’t look the type to be waiting around for a gang to pick him up or even to ambush the travelers. In fact .. he didn’t look armed at all. She was exhausted and low on the desire to fight anymore. Should she just risk it and approach him? There would be no benefit to killing him for supplies as it looked as though he had none. Someone from the encampment probably? If so, he could give her directions back.
Scarlett sighed, weighing the options in her head before deciding on the helpless mother angle. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t taken on anyone before with a baby on her hip and by the looks of him she didn’t need much of a plan to hold her own. He looked far too well kept. Clean. Fed. He was probably just a guide for one of the local missionary groups here to take notes on the herbs. ”Olá!” She called, tucking away her knife somewhere safe for easy retrieval yet hidden to prying eyes. ”Você sabe a que distância estamos do acampamento?” She appeared to have startled him and yet despite that unsavory fact he didn’t appear to reach for a weapon or shout for help. Perhaps her instincts were right? Still, he didn’t seem to understand her words which prompted a second attempt in English. ”I’m sorry. Do you know how far we are from the encampment? Are we closer to Goias Velho or Brasília? I .. got lost in the night because of the weather.” Her memory of the map of Brazil wasn’t quite as good as it used to be. Perhaps she’d taken a wrong shortcut and was now in enemy cartel territory. Gods, I hope not.
Julian J. Trelawney 🍂Icelandic Wilds, October 2021
LAIKA OF GS!