in this distortion [Meeka--open]
Aug 7, 2010 22:22:18 GMT -5
Post by [Ella] -- gone until 10/25 D= on Aug 7, 2010 22:22:18 GMT -5
kirin youngblood.[/blockquote][/blockquote]And so the day began, like always, with the sheep.
I continued to run my hand through Kay's soft fur, staring aimlessly at the flock of sheep before me. Watching. Guarding. I was starting to get into a phase where I wanted a predator to appear. An action, any action at all, would make things interesting. Or maybe it would discourage my parents' efforts to keep me outside. Either way, I had to agree that staying out here was better than working on the loom with my mother.
I could not make decent fabric, no matter how hard I tried. It always came out wrong, messed up, and...distorted. I suppose my mother's talent just didn't pass down to me.
"Oh well," I sighed, glancing back at the dog. "Guess no one can help that." It was beginning to dawn on me then how lonely I felt as well, especially when the only excitement I had at the moment was speaking to a dog. Pathetic. Shaking my head, I got to my feet and made my way to the gate of the farm.
This wasn't the first time I snuck out, actually, and neither was it the first time I'd question my motives. I still felt guilty, but I'd been stationary at my post for several weeks now. Plus, no one truly needed me. Now hunting for food, or running in one of the neighborhood's races--that was something I was needed in. Not as a shepherd. Not guarding.
I glanced back at my simple cottage and shook my head. My happiness was going to go first this time. So after giving the guard dog a quick wave of goodbye, I crossed the rest of the distance of the yard, slipping silently onto the streets. And then from there, I continued to the main center of the District. This time, I thought, I deserved it.