Re: quiet home garden: alyssa & damian
I know who you are. [This, she told the splinter in her finger. She'd read his name so plainly upon the page, she knew its translation. Δαμιανος. The man who could tame. Too bad she wasn't a lion, too bad the world wasn't one either. She spit the splinter out, tasting blood, although the bite in her finger wasn't so bothersome. Almost immediately, she reclined back upon her elbows, white thatched bits of thermal fabric which were bunched so high, they bit into the dirt as she looked up at him. His spontaneous approach didn't startle her, it didn't scare her. She'd seen Helios ride in on a chariot of fire more than once, what could shock her now? Still, to the twig, she spoke, this time in his identified preference for Arabic:] Do you prefer to speak like this?
[It was a language in time with her native memories, so it was easier to grasp than English… but she couldn't imagine why that would be the same or him. A brief glance was given up to his direction, to the man… no… boy? He wore no warrior's garb, but she understood now that such wasn't necessarily a factor in today's world. Regardless, he was young.] I know your name. [Her own voice, by contrast, was gentle. Soft, compelling. Dream-sweet.. Totally unthreatening as she stabbed the twig into the dirt. Totally unthreatening as blood dripped from her thumb. Her dark eyes watched him while she sat up and rocked to and fro, crossed legged in the dirt to some unknown song.]
Do you want to know? [This was spoken to the dirt before her eyes rolled up to him, and her smile curled… undeniable as infection.] You'll have to get closer. [Arabic, this time.]