noli timere messorem (defyuntildeath) wrote in summerview, @ 2018-11-23 01:11:00 |
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Jayati had known Gabriel's grandma for twenty years, within a week of Jayati moving to town and taking up the Sheriff position they had met, and she had left an unforgettable impression. Some in their community might not have taken her wisdom seriously, seeing a woman who was considered mature and wise for a human, but a child in so many of their eyes. Jayati, in fact, was still considered a child at the Socorro's age. However, her time spent traveling and listening to her wife taught her that wisdom, intelligence, and experience could not be measured in years, or the same way across the different races.
It also helped that they bonded over the too sudden loss of a spouse and cooking. Food and heartbreak transcended nearly every other boundary, she had found. They spoke Spanish together, shared recipes and late night drinks together since neither really favored going out to bars and the like. So she had watched her grandkids grow up across visits, still in awe a bit at how fast human children grew and being amused by their antics as they blossomed in a world so different than Jayati had. Jayati wasn't big into most of the American or Christian holidays, but she got roped into theirs on occasion, especially because Socorro was family oriented and didn't like people being alone - especially not during a familial holiday. When she died it wasn't - well. It wasn't a happy time for her, and she had mourned in both her ways and a few of her friend's traditions as well, having picked up a few of them throughout the years. Gabriel had stayed, and Jayati had taken it as her duty to look after him, even more than she had the other young ones in town. Especially since most of their residents had different ideas of how old was acceptable for things like alcohol than humans did, and they had a tendency of thinking humans could handle more when it came to deals and pranks than they actually could. Or worse, they knew, and didn't care. So since winter had come to Summerview in earnest, along with Thanksgiving - a holiday she understood to mainly be celebrated with food these days - she came by Socorro's house with a big pot of curry. No. Wait. Gabriel's house now. Old habits. It had been a bit of a tradition, to exchange good winter stews once it started getting cold, and now she saw no reason to break it since she wasn't sure how good he was eating these days. Damn kids and their fast, from - a - box food. |