From my tree-shadowed sanctuary, I can hear them moving around, talking and interacting and I am so lonely. Exxie has been neglectful lately. I can’t really remember the last time I saw his face, or heard his perfect voice. I grind my jaws together, my teeth squealing against each other as I break into the fiery sunset. Perhaps someday I’ll learn to wait until it’s fully dark to emerge – but I feel so left out! I creep along in the twilight, flicking my ears forward and back, swiveling my head side to side. I can’t see very well at this time of day, and I blink uncomfortably against the fading afternoon sun.
Wincing, I follow the sounds of movement and voices. Voices! Maybe I’ll find Exxie there, socializing, as he likes to do. Whatever sense is left in me is unaware of what is good for me – my brother, Ex, is not good for me. But I am so hopelessly lost in him. Fortunately, I am not mentally equipped to realize or suffer these truths. I simply seek, and work my way through whatever I find in search of him. I can sense them before their long shadows come into view: the two strange males who are not my Exxie. I can’t find anything necessarily wrong with them, aside from the fact of who they aren’t. I maintain my distance and my quiet, watching them through my blurry insect eyes as the sun gradually releases Moladion from its blinding grip.
I smile as their voices resonate through my ears.
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flaming stealth banana |