yindi [PHLOX] (weema) wrote in xemplify, @ 2009-03-14 00:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | phlox, ยง xaviers |
Friday, March 13th: Yindi. Narrative.
Who: Yindi [PHLOX]
When: In the afternoon
Where: Back at the ol' Institute
What: Yindi returns from a few months in Africa
Rating & Warnings: "G"
The last few months had been spent well. Africa was such a different place and yet it all felt very much like home. The Earth was familiar no matter where she went, the young woman had discovered, and it was as though all of the roots were connected throughout the world. In Africa, they felt to be the oldest there ever could have been. How she wanted to stick herself deep, deep down below the surface. They stretched and lay like sleeping giants, thin but strong, quiet but very much present. It was comforting when without the little things one tends to miss when away from home.
She would send postcards ever other week, even though they would take twice as long to get back to the institute. Yindi always took care to write to Patrick, as he had a great fear of being lost, and somehow being lost in Africa. He would have liked the digs they visited and the discoveries in and of life made along the way.
There had been a few frightening moments, too. Small or large, the scale did not matter so much as did the impact it had on her person. Yindi had come to realize that she was in fact much stronger than she tended to credit. She had moved along with some of the others at the institute but never had any particularly daring adventures--well, maybe a brave encounter or two. Was it possible that Yindi had left as a young girl and came back as a young woman?
The driveway did not seem to be this long before. Perhaps it was the great distance that she had already crossed and found herself to be exhausted, unenthusiatic in the efforts to finish the journey back. Honestly, she had forgotten to call anyone once she had gotten into the city and instead walked and hitched the way on out towards the institute. Additionally, she was without American coins and was terrible with remembering phone numbers in general. It took her two hours, mostly walking, before she was at the gate.
Her hair was a little blonder and much shorter than when she had left; Yindi cut it and traded it for some berries. She was a little thinner, too, but it was nothing that a few batches of her favorite cookies would not fix. The shoes she wore were on their way out and too big on her feet. Truth be told, she traded them with a woman who really needed a pair that would fit and had good arch support. But her eyes still sparkled and her smile lingered for long after whatever had instigated it passed on. Yindi was still Yindi, just a little more grown up and rightfully so.
During classes, she slipped through the hallways and corridors until she could get to her room. After she had set her pack down and stood atop it for a moment, Yindi had pulled down the key to the door from the top of the door frame; it seemed as good a place as any to put it! Immediately upon entering, she shut the door again, dashed into her bedroom and threw open the windows. It felt good to be home.