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11.Jun.18, 02:10 AM
It felt wrong to be coddled by her. Two days out and Onari had already fucked up considerably.
"Ari, please."
The child's hand tugged at her wrist for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon. The sinew in her arms grew taut as she winced through another sluggish step. "You can't call me Ari."
"But--"
"I don't care what the circumstances are. You can't slip up once. What do you call me?"
Nlani's fingers massaged themselves into Onari's forearm, the frown on her features prominent. "Mama, please. It's still bleeding."
Onari's fingers curled around the wound on her hip. It was a cut that emblazoned itself horrendously down through her waist to her upper leg. It was held fast by a crude makeshift bandage made from scraps of Onari's clothing, but by then her blood had soaked through, reaching her grasping digits.
It hurt so much it nearly made her delirious. But they had to keep walking.
"Stopping won't do anything," the girl asserted through clenched teeth. "I'll bleed out on the road. It's best if we get somewhere. I can look at it properly then."
"But they took our money, Mama," Nlani objected, the slight warble to her tone making Onari's heart sick. "Where will you get--"
"I'll figure that out when we get there, sweetpea," she asserted with a breathy gasp, reaching her bloodied on the child's shoulder. "It will be all right. This won't take me down. I promise you."
"But--"
A sound halted the two of them in their tracks. Another hailing noise, so familiar that it struck itself against Onari's spine, shimmering a tension up through her muscles like a conduit. At first, they didn't react. Onari's arm tensed around the girl and, immediately defensive, she pushed the child behind her as she turned to face the sound.
She didn't know what to expect to see when she found herself face to face to the person who'd called them -- a lone woman on a small cart, arm in the air to greet their silhouettes on the roadside. To know it was a woman was comforting, but all the same, Onari couldn't let her guard down. Uncertain, she straightened her posture, even though she found herself wilting immediately after to cover her wound with her hand again.
Nlani had no such reservations to potential danger. The child slipped away from Onari's grasp, ignoring the terse bark the woman let out at her departure. Her little legs carried her quickly up the road, and she threw herself toward the cart driver's legs, eyes beseeching. "Please help my Mama," the child cried. "She got hurt. Please help."
"Ari, please."
The child's hand tugged at her wrist for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon. The sinew in her arms grew taut as she winced through another sluggish step. "You can't call me Ari."
"But--"
"I don't care what the circumstances are. You can't slip up once. What do you call me?"
Nlani's fingers massaged themselves into Onari's forearm, the frown on her features prominent. "Mama, please. It's still bleeding."
Onari's fingers curled around the wound on her hip. It was a cut that emblazoned itself horrendously down through her waist to her upper leg. It was held fast by a crude makeshift bandage made from scraps of Onari's clothing, but by then her blood had soaked through, reaching her grasping digits.
It hurt so much it nearly made her delirious. But they had to keep walking.
"Stopping won't do anything," the girl asserted through clenched teeth. "I'll bleed out on the road. It's best if we get somewhere. I can look at it properly then."
"But they took our money, Mama," Nlani objected, the slight warble to her tone making Onari's heart sick. "Where will you get--"
"I'll figure that out when we get there, sweetpea," she asserted with a breathy gasp, reaching her bloodied on the child's shoulder. "It will be all right. This won't take me down. I promise you."
"But--"
A sound halted the two of them in their tracks. Another hailing noise, so familiar that it struck itself against Onari's spine, shimmering a tension up through her muscles like a conduit. At first, they didn't react. Onari's arm tensed around the girl and, immediately defensive, she pushed the child behind her as she turned to face the sound.
She didn't know what to expect to see when she found herself face to face to the person who'd called them -- a lone woman on a small cart, arm in the air to greet their silhouettes on the roadside. To know it was a woman was comforting, but all the same, Onari couldn't let her guard down. Uncertain, she straightened her posture, even though she found herself wilting immediately after to cover her wound with her hand again.
Nlani had no such reservations to potential danger. The child slipped away from Onari's grasp, ignoring the terse bark the woman let out at her departure. Her little legs carried her quickly up the road, and she threw herself toward the cart driver's legs, eyes beseeching. "Please help my Mama," the child cried. "She got hurt. Please help."
