'Nitsa (miss_midday) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-18 00:39:00 |
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Who: Lady Midday and open to any wandering/driving souls that happen to be in the middle of nowhere.
Where: Still in Death Valley, but heading East. On the move.
When: Noon, March 17.
Warnings: Strange literary or pop-culture references and general strangeness.
With Zhara the Canary perched on her shoulder and a consistent aflow of incoherent nothings - likely curses - pouring from her lips, one might argue Miss Midday came back with even fewer more screws loose. But, they say that happens when one is more or less losing touch with reality with every passing day. And she was. Literally. But any onlooker who knew her true nature, her truest name, and the history behind her light-catching blue eyes would realize there was absolutely nothing strange about her somewhat wavering gait through the desert, nor her conversation with a bird, or her tendency to sometimes waver in and out of a cloud of dust. From a distance, one could easily mistake her for a dust devil, if they were, for example, in denial of the image of a young girl walking through the desert alone in the heat of the midday sun, barefoot.
She procured a sheath of wheat from the pocket of some jeans she'd taken from a dead body - she had nothing to do with it, really, just some unfortunate lost tourist who got turned around in the desert, prayed for rain, and instead died of hypothermia after spending the day sweating in the desert. Never sweat in the desert. It's ironic. But the wheat is what had her attention. She stared at as she walked. Was this a messenger? A treat? Humans once laid wheat on their doorsteps to ward off Lady Midday's wiles. Was this a warning? Or just wheat? Wheat... always wheat... tons of wheat... fields of wheat. Inward smile.
Oh, a road. A road! She tore herself from her reverie of wheat and looked up, squinting pleasantly against the white light of Death Valley. A road! And she placed one foot in front of the other, and started walking East. She'd get to New York City in no time... you might call her the Walkin'Dude, if she were a dude, for one, and for two, if she were some crazed villain in a Stephen King novel, which she wasn't. Maybe.