Meadow

four. four isles filled with wandering souls. she wondered what evils lurked, what delights shadowed by ill. amunet urged the fear away, falling into his words for reprieve. his tongue-tangles ensnared her, and she could not help but smile try as she might. bahadir. had she more confidence, it would have been sampled; his named on her lips, again and again. bahadir. what would amduat think? her silly twin, mooning over the first kind stranger she'd met.

" home. " a murmur, a low and poorly made echo. she held the word between her teeth, mulling over such a simple concept. something so simple and usually so easily acknowledge. and yet, in her heart, it was far too alien. with roses falling from his lips, his desert-breath rasping such wondrous sounds. musical. she was eager for more. " tell me of it, your home. "

she settled, for the first truest time since he'd joined her company. she watched him, and specifically, his mouth. she would watch as his tongue lifted such fallibly delicate sounds, she would watch as it's corners turned and changed. frozen, only then by the query they brought. her brow slipped, pulling amunet inward. it was far too fresh, wasn't it? the pain coiled in her stomach and tugged at the invisible tethers of her heart.

her face pulled away from watching him and his speaking--wishing away what should have been only an innocent question between friends. " a tale for another time. " another time, she hoped, wouldn't come any time soon.