Fading Moon (Open to all)
Sept 8, 2010 18:10:29 GMT -5
Post by Rosetta on Sept 8, 2010 18:10:29 GMT -5
Yucca watched the slanting light snail across the glittery green water from her perch atop a rock, under the dock. She was carefully situated on the small portion of rocks before the water, which was lapping gently onto them, easing her mind and body.
Her faithful net was across her legs, sliding over her bare feet, which were poised one one of the rocks, firmly in between two familiar indents, as she sat there, lazily. She could be out in the tide pools, quietly wading in, or in the ocean with the others, stretching her net out into the surf for the fish. But of course, she wasn't. She was under a smelly dock.
She twirled an opal colored piece of hair between her fingers. Another streak. There were popping up every other week. Another month and her hair will be completely white. And she wasn't even 15 yet. Her eyes slid from her hair to carvings on the bottom the dock. She had carved them herself with her fishing knife, carefully drawing the phases of moon in, and marking the dates in. A full moon was expected tonight, and she would be there. Just the moon obsessed girl with the white hair. Nothing out of ordinary.
She reached over, and pulling the net up over her knees, examined the multi-color lanyard around her ankle, tied securely. She remembered the exact place she had found it. Under a rock, to the left of her, only one colorful string poking out. Years ago. She had been too young to work, but she had left home, after listening to all her siblings talking about their days, and never being asked once about hers. She had, expertly, crawled over the rocks to her, a place she had grown quite used to. She happened to spot it, and when she had pulled it out, found the half-finished lanyard. It was pretty, and before she knew it, she was continuing it. She didn't finish it, only some, then replaced it, feeling like she was robbing a grave.
The second time she came back, she saw it again, only this time, it was a little more finished. Amused, she added some more, and this went on for about a week, until it was completely finished. The next time she went to her haven, someone else was there. She wasn't a looker, a pudgy face, shadowed by coarse, black hair, and lonely brown eyes, they only spoke once.
"I'm Yucca."
"Smera."
And that was that. Smera wove her colorful lanyards, and Yucca carved her moons. This went on, no words, nothing, just the company of another. Another loner. The lanyard was left under the rock, as if a symbol of something. A symbol of friendship? Solitude? Yucca didn't know.
Then, came the day Smera was reaped. She remembered Smera pushing the lanyard back into Yucca's hand, in the Justice Building, without a word. Yucca didn't cry, not then. Not even when she watched Smera be beat to death, by a fellow Career, in fear that she was a traitor. She never cried. And she was sure Smera wouldn't have cried for her. Probably because they weren't exactly friends. They were just there. Lonely souls.
Yucca stood. She couldn't think of that right now. Net, her brother, who actually liked her, was probably wondering where she was, and she would never keep him waiting. However, as she turned to go, she heard something, or someone behind her. She wheeled around.
(Anyone is welcome to be that "someone". Sorry, I wrote so much! This is my first time doing this!)
Her faithful net was across her legs, sliding over her bare feet, which were poised one one of the rocks, firmly in between two familiar indents, as she sat there, lazily. She could be out in the tide pools, quietly wading in, or in the ocean with the others, stretching her net out into the surf for the fish. But of course, she wasn't. She was under a smelly dock.
She twirled an opal colored piece of hair between her fingers. Another streak. There were popping up every other week. Another month and her hair will be completely white. And she wasn't even 15 yet. Her eyes slid from her hair to carvings on the bottom the dock. She had carved them herself with her fishing knife, carefully drawing the phases of moon in, and marking the dates in. A full moon was expected tonight, and she would be there. Just the moon obsessed girl with the white hair. Nothing out of ordinary.
She reached over, and pulling the net up over her knees, examined the multi-color lanyard around her ankle, tied securely. She remembered the exact place she had found it. Under a rock, to the left of her, only one colorful string poking out. Years ago. She had been too young to work, but she had left home, after listening to all her siblings talking about their days, and never being asked once about hers. She had, expertly, crawled over the rocks to her, a place she had grown quite used to. She happened to spot it, and when she had pulled it out, found the half-finished lanyard. It was pretty, and before she knew it, she was continuing it. She didn't finish it, only some, then replaced it, feeling like she was robbing a grave.
The second time she came back, she saw it again, only this time, it was a little more finished. Amused, she added some more, and this went on for about a week, until it was completely finished. The next time she went to her haven, someone else was there. She wasn't a looker, a pudgy face, shadowed by coarse, black hair, and lonely brown eyes, they only spoke once.
"I'm Yucca."
"Smera."
And that was that. Smera wove her colorful lanyards, and Yucca carved her moons. This went on, no words, nothing, just the company of another. Another loner. The lanyard was left under the rock, as if a symbol of something. A symbol of friendship? Solitude? Yucca didn't know.
Then, came the day Smera was reaped. She remembered Smera pushing the lanyard back into Yucca's hand, in the Justice Building, without a word. Yucca didn't cry, not then. Not even when she watched Smera be beat to death, by a fellow Career, in fear that she was a traitor. She never cried. And she was sure Smera wouldn't have cried for her. Probably because they weren't exactly friends. They were just there. Lonely souls.
Yucca stood. She couldn't think of that right now. Net, her brother, who actually liked her, was probably wondering where she was, and she would never keep him waiting. However, as she turned to go, she heard something, or someone behind her. She wheeled around.
(Anyone is welcome to be that "someone". Sorry, I wrote so much! This is my first time doing this!)
