Post by ‡§åkørü‡ on Jan 29, 2011 21:52:12 GMT -8
Mizuko, gasping for air as though she'd run a marathon rather than hit I'dou with a stick of bread, glared at the girl she'd so recently been kissing. She'd wanted to keep kissing her, too, had only stopped because of that stupid voice, and then the next one, and now they were both wrecking everything. And damn it, that appeal was still there: in the frown on I'dou's face, the shame in her eyes, the gentle curve of her cheeks. The baker wanted to say she was sorry, say that she could forgive her and that things would be okay. Her pride wouldn't let her, though, and so she chose the easier option: angry tears, swiped away with a vehement wrist, and demands for answers to her questions.
Somewhat taken aback by the rider's answer, Mizu softened, just a little - just enough to speak, though her voice was still high with anger. "Why not?" Why hadn't she wanted to be recognized? Was there something so horrible about riding a grey simourv? Was Laraph deformed? Did people hate that particular creature here in Sayaie? Surely not, for the baker had never heard of a grey even landing here. Surely she wouldn't be recognizable just by her bird. What was so special about a grey?
Questions popped into Mizu's head, quick as hummingbird wings. Who was I'dou, then? Why would it be so bad to be recognized? All these questions swirled in her head, and the baker didn't have the answers to any of them. Knowing that only made her angrier, especially because there was no way to get those answers. Not while she was angry, because she would only mess up the asking of them: turn it into a shouting game, one of fury and resentment instead of curiosity. Questions should never be asked in anger, and yet Mizuko was breaking her own rule, unable to keep from asking why the greyrider would lie to her like this. She knew it wasn't rational, and she knew she was doing something stupid, but none of that ever matters in the heat of battle.
Things seemed to be moving ridiculously fast, as though she'd said things and had them responded to at light speed. All she could figure out was that I'dou was stuttering, and she tried to ask what the rider didn't mean, but her tongue moved too slowly, and then that horribly formal apology hit her like a sack full of bricks. Nobody spoke that formally to someone they'd been kissing. Mizuko wilted under the apology, anger falling away likes leaves off of a dead tree. She watched I'dou walk out the door, but her brain didn't register what was happening until it was too late. And then, with a cry of horror, Mizu sprinted to the door and threw it open, darting out into the street. "W-wait!" she cried, and then again, but no one answered her. She didn't even know which way the rider had gone.
Biting her tongue uncertainly, hot tears welling in her eyes, Mizuko stood in the street for a long time. As soon as someone stopped to ask if she was all right, however (someone she thankfully didn't know), the baker shook her head and returned to her shop. She swept away the crumbs, evidence of a fight she shouldn't have started, and then flipped the sign on the window to 'open,' taking a sort of vicious pleasure in hurting herself. She'd hurt I'dou, made her leave just because she couldn't accept that people sometimes lied, and now she would act as if she never had. She'd run her shop as she had before. It was sweet, really, knowing that she was getting justice for what she'd done. There was only the hurting, stinging feeling, somewhere in the back of her mind, that the greyrider wasn't getting justice, wasn't getting the affection she should have. And all because she'd been too hung up on honesty to accept that people really could feel sorry, even when they'd lied.
Somewhat taken aback by the rider's answer, Mizu softened, just a little - just enough to speak, though her voice was still high with anger. "Why not?" Why hadn't she wanted to be recognized? Was there something so horrible about riding a grey simourv? Was Laraph deformed? Did people hate that particular creature here in Sayaie? Surely not, for the baker had never heard of a grey even landing here. Surely she wouldn't be recognizable just by her bird. What was so special about a grey?
Questions popped into Mizu's head, quick as hummingbird wings. Who was I'dou, then? Why would it be so bad to be recognized? All these questions swirled in her head, and the baker didn't have the answers to any of them. Knowing that only made her angrier, especially because there was no way to get those answers. Not while she was angry, because she would only mess up the asking of them: turn it into a shouting game, one of fury and resentment instead of curiosity. Questions should never be asked in anger, and yet Mizuko was breaking her own rule, unable to keep from asking why the greyrider would lie to her like this. She knew it wasn't rational, and she knew she was doing something stupid, but none of that ever matters in the heat of battle.
Things seemed to be moving ridiculously fast, as though she'd said things and had them responded to at light speed. All she could figure out was that I'dou was stuttering, and she tried to ask what the rider didn't mean, but her tongue moved too slowly, and then that horribly formal apology hit her like a sack full of bricks. Nobody spoke that formally to someone they'd been kissing. Mizuko wilted under the apology, anger falling away likes leaves off of a dead tree. She watched I'dou walk out the door, but her brain didn't register what was happening until it was too late. And then, with a cry of horror, Mizu sprinted to the door and threw it open, darting out into the street. "W-wait!" she cried, and then again, but no one answered her. She didn't even know which way the rider had gone.
Biting her tongue uncertainly, hot tears welling in her eyes, Mizuko stood in the street for a long time. As soon as someone stopped to ask if she was all right, however (someone she thankfully didn't know), the baker shook her head and returned to her shop. She swept away the crumbs, evidence of a fight she shouldn't have started, and then flipped the sign on the window to 'open,' taking a sort of vicious pleasure in hurting herself. She'd hurt I'dou, made her leave just because she couldn't accept that people sometimes lied, and now she would act as if she never had. She'd run her shop as she had before. It was sweet, really, knowing that she was getting justice for what she'd done. There was only the hurting, stinging feeling, somewhere in the back of her mind, that the greyrider wasn't getting justice, wasn't getting the affection she should have. And all because she'd been too hung up on honesty to accept that people really could feel sorry, even when they'd lied.
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