by Mousen » 02/18/2018 3:51 PM
Zari looked down at Betty and smiled. "Great!"
She leaned into Belias' touch, resting her head on his chest a moment. "I'll see what I can do."
The young woman held Betty's hand tightly down the steps of the caravan, making sure she didn't fall. She turned around just before Betty reached the front step in case she wanted to jump. Although Zari hadn't helped too much with her little sisters back home, she'd learned a few things. "I do have a story, one that my mother used to tell me along ago. It's a story from my home, where the deserts stretch on for miles and rich kings build glittering palaces out of the sand," she was exaggerating, a little, but who cared? "but it's not about a princess. It's about the very beautiful daughter of a gardener. She was very lovely and smart and kind, and everyone in the kingdom loved her..." Her voice carried the well-known story well as she walked Betty down to the main part of the circus. There wasn't too many people awake at this hour of the morning, most of them were night owls. She could see Milan and Pepijin talking outside their tent and gave them a wave, even without their clown costumes, they were still an odd couple.
It was only a minute or so until they reached the main campfire, where, as luck would have it, Goodwin was cooking pancakes on her trusty old cast iron pan. She gave one of them an expertly-timed flip before setting it down in front of Charlie, who caught sight of Zari as she turned the corner.
"And each night she told him another story, just without the ending, so he would keep her alive for another night and another night to hear the end of her tale. She told him about pirates and giant birds and people from far off lands much different to mine and then, 1001 nights had passed and--"
"Come to steal our food?" Charlie called, waving her over.
"Of course! Betty here would like one of your wonderful pancakes, Goodwin."
We’re all hysterical & going nowhere together.
C’mon rapture. Let’s go bedazzling.
Nothing gets futured without its own spitshine
& I’m already not not not not not not miraculous.