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"Now" The Boggart got from the stove to the kitchen table with the teapot between two crocheted pot holders. "Let's start back from the beginning."
The Sluagh sat watching his cup while Wendy filled it almost to the brim, without spilling a single drop, and then observed the same gestures as she filled in the second cup placed in front of the first.
"Your name is Ardashir, right?"
He tightened his grasp in the blanket that she had given him, trying to understand the question based on the little Householdish he had learned, hinting at a "yes" with his head. The huntress, sitting down, stretched out one hand towards her cup, pulling it closer as she pushed the other forward against the Horned One.
"For the Master," Wendy sighed, "you have come a long way to get here."
Ardashir's antennae moved slightly as a fatigued expression rose to his face in his lack of good understanding of the spoken language.
"Hearth here, yes?"
"Yes, you went well across the border." the Boggart replied, crossing her legs under the table.
The tension seemed to slowly dissipate from the yellowish face of the Sluagh. She leaned forward with her chest. She was taller than him and more imposing in every aspect, but her visage betrayed a kindness rarely seen on the face of a hunter. At that moment, that kindness was also colored by a tinge of curiosity.
"Why?"
The question took Ardashir by surprise. Wendy took a sip from her cup before clarifying her interest.
"Why did you end up here? Why did you leave the Cellar? "
The Sluagh stared at her, bewildered.
Why?
Smoke, lots of smoke.
I see a lot of smoke, there was a lot when I left home to go feed the beetles, but I thought it would have ended for when I returned.
Yet now there is almost more smoke than when I left.
I walk, I walk, I walk faster, that horrible feeling that closes one’s stomach.
We are not on the frontier, we are not in a bad neighborhood, there shouldn’t be so much smoke.
And flames.
It's getting hotter and hotter.
The others do not run, beetles without a master turn idly in the streets. It is the same feeling of having arrived too late from the main event of a village festival, there are still people celebrating but the rest of the world is immersed in a kind of stasis.
They move as fast as I do, those who bring the water to stop the fire, tame the flames. Medics bend over the wounded, wounded by what, wounded by whom? What happened?
I see our house, my house, the main event here seems to have already passed long ago. The roof has collapsed.
I walk, I walk, I run, it’s a dream.
It's just a bad dream.
There is a war, these things happen, but they happen to others. It couldn't have happened to me. Could it?
The door is closed, I’ll enter through the window.
Debris, debris everywhere, they cover the floor, they block the door.
They are on top of someone.
"Fareeha."
If I call her, she will get up, I'm sure.
But she doesn’t.
These things happen, but they happen to others.
I run, I stumble, I run again.
I pull her out of there, pressing her against me.
Black, black, blood, black blood, black, there’s black everywhere.
Smell of burnt flesh.
In my arms, in my arms you’re safe, in my arms everything is fine, I am here, nothing will happen to you and everything will be fine.
"Fareeha."
These things happen, but they happen to others.
"Father?"
Your eyes, you opened them.
"Fareeha ..."
I can't cry.
“I'm here, I'm here, I'm holding you tight."
"Where's Karim? How is mother?"
Why don’t you care about you?
Burnt flesh, the smell is getting stronger. The fire is far away, but I can see it from here.
Between the flames, two bodies, I can't look.
“Karim is fine. Even mom. "
These things happen, but they happen to others.
“Tomorrow I will take him to see the beetles. The female had laid eggs, you know? They will hatch shortly, if you look closely you can see the larva moving inside. When they‘re born, I'll take you all there with me, we’ll go together, together, and we’ll give each one of them a name. If you and Karim behave, you can choose who to name first. Then we’ll take care of them and in the evening we’ll go home and Raja will prepare her best dish, the one you like so much, and then in the evening we’ll ask Baasim to play for us and then- "Father"
You interrupted me.
I'm your father, don't interrupt me.
"I tried ... I tried to fight."
To fight what?
Is it really necessary to have something to fight?
What happened here?
"How's Karim doing?"
What are you thinking about?
“He's fine, Fareeha. He’s fine. "
She doesn't believe me, I don't blame her, I'm not good at lying.
Those black eyes lost in emptiness.
Lost in silence.
These things happen, but they happen to others.
"Father". she whispers. "I'm afraid of dying."
"No"
My voice cracked.
"Don’t say that, you won't die."
I'm not good at lying.
“It will be all right, I'm here now. Don't think about it, don't be scared, I'm here with you. "
"I'm sorry."
The body trembles, shaken by her sobbing.
She is not angry with whoever did this to her.
She's just afraid.
It's over.
The fire slowly goes out, there are others who enter the rubble where once was this house. Who knows how the neighbors are doing.
Who knows what happened.
But do I really care?
Would it make any difference to put a face on who caused all this?
It certainly wouldn't bring them back.
I just wanted ... what did I want?
What did I help to create?
I just want everything to end, I want to change everything, away, away.
These things happen, but they happen to others.
And we are all someone else's others.
"Ardashir ..."
"Ardashir?"
"Ardashir are you there?"
The Sluagh jolted in his chair. The tea had gone cold.
"Ardashir, you didn't answer me." Wendy looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Why did you leave the Cellar?"
He stared at her again for a few moments, returning to reality so slowly that it took him longer than necessary to answer her, always with that native slugan accent that crept in between the various syllables.
"To start over."
She smiled at him.
"Then you're in the right place."
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The Sluagh sat watching his cup while Wendy filled it almost to the brim, without spilling a single drop, and then observed the same gestures as she filled in the second cup placed in front of the first.
"Your name is Ardashir, right?"
He tightened his grasp in the blanket that she had given him, trying to understand the question based on the little Householdish he had learned, hinting at a "yes" with his head. The huntress, sitting down, stretched out one hand towards her cup, pulling it closer as she pushed the other forward against the Horned One.
"For the Master," Wendy sighed, "you have come a long way to get here."
Ardashir's antennae moved slightly as a fatigued expression rose to his face in his lack of good understanding of the spoken language.
"Hearth here, yes?"
"Yes, you went well across the border." the Boggart replied, crossing her legs under the table.
The tension seemed to slowly dissipate from the yellowish face of the Sluagh. She leaned forward with her chest. She was taller than him and more imposing in every aspect, but her visage betrayed a kindness rarely seen on the face of a hunter. At that moment, that kindness was also colored by a tinge of curiosity.
"Why?"
The question took Ardashir by surprise. Wendy took a sip from her cup before clarifying her interest.
"Why did you end up here? Why did you leave the Cellar? "
The Sluagh stared at her, bewildered.
Why?
Smoke, lots of smoke.
I see a lot of smoke, there was a lot when I left home to go feed the beetles, but I thought it would have ended for when I returned.
Yet now there is almost more smoke than when I left.
I walk, I walk, I walk faster, that horrible feeling that closes one’s stomach.
We are not on the frontier, we are not in a bad neighborhood, there shouldn’t be so much smoke.
And flames.
It's getting hotter and hotter.
The others do not run, beetles without a master turn idly in the streets. It is the same feeling of having arrived too late from the main event of a village festival, there are still people celebrating but the rest of the world is immersed in a kind of stasis.
They move as fast as I do, those who bring the water to stop the fire, tame the flames. Medics bend over the wounded, wounded by what, wounded by whom? What happened?
I see our house, my house, the main event here seems to have already passed long ago. The roof has collapsed.
I walk, I walk, I run, it’s a dream.
It's just a bad dream.
There is a war, these things happen, but they happen to others. It couldn't have happened to me. Could it?
The door is closed, I’ll enter through the window.
Debris, debris everywhere, they cover the floor, they block the door.
They are on top of someone.
"Fareeha."
If I call her, she will get up, I'm sure.
But she doesn’t.
These things happen, but they happen to others.
I run, I stumble, I run again.
I pull her out of there, pressing her against me.
Black, black, blood, black blood, black, there’s black everywhere.
Smell of burnt flesh.
In my arms, in my arms you’re safe, in my arms everything is fine, I am here, nothing will happen to you and everything will be fine.
"Fareeha."
These things happen, but they happen to others.
"Father?"
Your eyes, you opened them.
"Fareeha ..."
I can't cry.
“I'm here, I'm here, I'm holding you tight."
"Where's Karim? How is mother?"
Why don’t you care about you?
Burnt flesh, the smell is getting stronger. The fire is far away, but I can see it from here.
Between the flames, two bodies, I can't look.
“Karim is fine. Even mom. "
These things happen, but they happen to others.
“Tomorrow I will take him to see the beetles. The female had laid eggs, you know? They will hatch shortly, if you look closely you can see the larva moving inside. When they‘re born, I'll take you all there with me, we’ll go together, together, and we’ll give each one of them a name. If you and Karim behave, you can choose who to name first. Then we’ll take care of them and in the evening we’ll go home and Raja will prepare her best dish, the one you like so much, and then in the evening we’ll ask Baasim to play for us and then- "Father"
You interrupted me.
I'm your father, don't interrupt me.
"I tried ... I tried to fight."
To fight what?
Is it really necessary to have something to fight?
What happened here?
"How's Karim doing?"
What are you thinking about?
“He's fine, Fareeha. He’s fine. "
She doesn't believe me, I don't blame her, I'm not good at lying.
Those black eyes lost in emptiness.
Lost in silence.
These things happen, but they happen to others.
"Father". she whispers. "I'm afraid of dying."
"No"
My voice cracked.
"Don’t say that, you won't die."
I'm not good at lying.
“It will be all right, I'm here now. Don't think about it, don't be scared, I'm here with you. "
"I'm sorry."
The body trembles, shaken by her sobbing.
She is not angry with whoever did this to her.
She's just afraid.
It's over.
The fire slowly goes out, there are others who enter the rubble where once was this house. Who knows how the neighbors are doing.
Who knows what happened.
But do I really care?
Would it make any difference to put a face on who caused all this?
It certainly wouldn't bring them back.
I just wanted ... what did I want?
What did I help to create?
I just want everything to end, I want to change everything, away, away.
These things happen, but they happen to others.
And we are all someone else's others.
"Ardashir ..."
"Ardashir?"
"Ardashir are you there?"
The Sluagh jolted in his chair. The tea had gone cold.
"Ardashir, you didn't answer me." Wendy looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Why did you leave the Cellar?"
He stared at her again for a few moments, returning to reality so slowly that it took him longer than necessary to answer her, always with that native slugan accent that crept in between the various syllables.
"To start over."
She smiled at him.
"Then you're in the right place."
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Exotic (Other)
Size 1373 x 1114px
File Size 1.17 MB
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