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20.Jun.18, 01:40 AM
"You got it," Nlani answered, voice dulled and unenthused. Were Onari a proper mother, she would've chided her. But as it was, Onari couldn't help but empathize. It was clear the child was just as uncertain of all of this as she was. Sure, she was relieved to get "mother" help, but...
The child heaved a loud sigh after taking in a deep breath. "Your turn," she bade, eyes focused on the road ahead.
It went on like that for a while. To Onari, it felt like hours. Though her grasp on time at that juncture was tenuous at best. What with the pain and the delirium, ten minutes could feel like ten whole days. Either way, her ears listened to the game that droned on endlessly, child and older woman making guesses of things they observed on the road. To be frank, it wasn't a difficult game to surmount. The road itself was relatively empty and the plains felt more like flatland. What smattering of color that embellished the countryside was novel, easy to pick out, easy to realize that's what the "spy" was seeking out.
Eventually, however, Nlani felt herself drifting. Long after she'd shifted position into Onari's lap, still keeping the game going, even at a snail's pace, the girl eventually nodded off, head placed at the base of Onari's shoulder.
The kid's legs draped over her hip, and one heel was digging ever so slightly into her wound. It hurt, but not enough to make Onari consider disturbing her.
She and Dessa had sat in a terse silence for a while now, nothing but the clop of horse hooves and the rattling of the cart to fill their ears. Eventually, however, Onari's head lulled to the side, and she frowned.
"I really am grateful," she admitted, uncertain. "I'm sorry for being so short. I'm... kind of in a bad way, if you understand."
The child heaved a loud sigh after taking in a deep breath. "Your turn," she bade, eyes focused on the road ahead.
It went on like that for a while. To Onari, it felt like hours. Though her grasp on time at that juncture was tenuous at best. What with the pain and the delirium, ten minutes could feel like ten whole days. Either way, her ears listened to the game that droned on endlessly, child and older woman making guesses of things they observed on the road. To be frank, it wasn't a difficult game to surmount. The road itself was relatively empty and the plains felt more like flatland. What smattering of color that embellished the countryside was novel, easy to pick out, easy to realize that's what the "spy" was seeking out.
Eventually, however, Nlani felt herself drifting. Long after she'd shifted position into Onari's lap, still keeping the game going, even at a snail's pace, the girl eventually nodded off, head placed at the base of Onari's shoulder.
The kid's legs draped over her hip, and one heel was digging ever so slightly into her wound. It hurt, but not enough to make Onari consider disturbing her.
She and Dessa had sat in a terse silence for a while now, nothing but the clop of horse hooves and the rattling of the cart to fill their ears. Eventually, however, Onari's head lulled to the side, and she frowned.
"I really am grateful," she admitted, uncertain. "I'm sorry for being so short. I'm... kind of in a bad way, if you understand."
