lessons in reverence Who: Cheyenne and Talyssa What: Lessons in reverence, regarding an Ancient Language When: Over break Where: The library, at least to begin with Rating/Warnings: High/NC-17
Talyssa would have been lying if she had said she truly understood what she had done wrong, what she had done that had upset and enraged Cheyenne so. But out of the blue, the girl had held out an olive branch, and far be it for her, Talyssa, to turn that down.
She had no idea what to expect when she showed up at the library that day, wearing a simple white shift dress, her feet bare. Yes, it was cold, but she had been craving the feel of the earth beneath her feet for some time. The harsh asphalt of the courtyard was a poor imitation, but it was better than nothing. Better than the oppressive feeling of shoes and socks.
Still, she hugged herself slightly as she waited for Cheyenne to arrive. Being cold this way, it reminded her in a visceral way of living in a caravan with her parents, whom she had not seen in almost ten years. She had brought a coat with her, but she left it draped over a nearby chair. To wear it would be to admit that she had grown soft, and she had not quite sunk so far. Not yet.