Day 3 | Night | Uneasy Homecoming

[Kannon]

"The spirit of Dy Nein will not linger forever."

The Old Mother cautioned, but nodded with some level of acceptance.. Thra U had been looking at Efren with an emotion that was difficult to name but had much in common with anticipation. Her attention was torn from him presently, however, her eyes squinted, and she immediately got to her feet to rush out. In that, she was like quicksilver.

[Efren Lanville]

Efren looked to his mother… and then looked outside after the woman as she fled.

He looked back to his mother as if to ask… Am I to chase?

[Kannon]

"A metal kingfisher is coming." Dy Wan rose too. "It may be for you."

[Efren Lanville]

A thopter… I told them I’d go to the old campsite. Who is in such a hurry…

Efren emerged from the tent and followed after U Thra. His eyes went up to the skies as he now heard the thopter approaching too…

[Kannon]

The thopter was more heard than seen in the night. Thra U had managed to send all stragglers into the caves and hide herself in the tree.

Dy Wan listened for a while as the flapping sound was moving slightly to the north of them.

"...I'll talk to him first before he takes you away again. As the Old Mother this time."

[Efren Lanville]

Efren paused and nodded after a second.

“I’m sure the two of you have plenty to talk about…”

Of course it will be my father… I’d be worried too…

Efren decided to let his parents have their conversation alone. He went under the tree he saw U go up and leaned against the trunk.

He called up to her, “[No danger. My father.]”

He then looked up the tree, “[Join? Talk?]”

[Kannon]

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She slid down quickly, watching the Old Mother go. Suddenly, they were all alone in the quiet village, at least until someone would tell those in the caves that it had been a false alarm. But Thra U didn't seem like considering it a priority. Instead, she reached out with her fingertip and gently drew an invisible circle around the line of his mouth.

"[Talk. Join.]"

[Efren Lanville]

Efren smiled a bit nervously and nodded his head.

Efren was a normal young man for the most part in the ways of courting and flirting. He wasn’t a womanizer by any stretch though (something probably stemming from his sense of loss of his mother), and so starting a conversation knowing later they might be coupling sometime made everything a bit more awkward. Especially since this woman lived in an entirely different world than any woman he had ever met. No standard approach would make any sense.

“[Remember you now. From field. You watch for danger person?”

[Kannon]

She nodded.

"[Mouth.]"

With that, she took his finger and brought it to circle around and across her lips, slowly guiding it so he could feel the texture, the breath, the dampness, the excitement.

Forunately for Efren, Thra U did not need to be wooed, impressed, conquered or educated, at least not any more than she had already been by his actions and the strange happenstances that put them together here and now. Matters between sexes were not obscured to her by sophisticated cultural ramifications, but rather highlighted by much simpler ones, getting to the core of what fertility, living communion and continuity across time meant and how they synched with basic religious beliefs. Love was different here in some ways. All she sought now was connection, across their communication barrier. And it looked like she had an idea.

Her fingers laced around his earlobe, checking if it tickled. She smirked, hoping it would.

"[Ear.]"

[Efren Lanville]

Efren reacted as one would who had their ear tickled. He smiled as his head tilted away from the tickling.

This girl seemed to really like his ears.

He looked into her eyes and returned the gesture. Gently gliding his fingertips over her ear.

“[Ear.]”

[Kannon]

Her reaction was exponential, she stifled her own giggle with a balled fist her small teeth bit into as she shook her earpieces energetically, having shed a few tears of ticklish laughter.

"[Much.]" She uttered, still trembling a little. "[Mouth-Ear.]" Bending her neck to the side to expose the ear to his lips, she found his hand to lace fingers. ["Hand."]

[Efren Lanville]

Efren linked his fingers in hers.

Her reaction and her direct approach was foreign but somehow primally welcome. Efren decided to open himself up… experience living in the moment.

He leaned in towards her exposed neck, but began lower than her ear. He gently kissed the base of her neck and then again closer to the ear, and again just beneath it.

He paused at her ear and whispered his word for it, “Kiss.”

He then proceeded to demonstrate the meaning of the word on her ear lobe.

[Kannon]

"Kiss... [Kiss.]... Kiss." She tasted the word in Galach on her tongue, letting it slip from trembling lips amid soft cooing. To pull him in with her free grasp, she advanced from his ear to another part of him her fingers wanted to reciprocally learn. "[...Neck.]" Her nails scratched a little along the spine, without breaking skin.

[Efren Lanville]

He returned the linguistic exchange by tracing his fingers down her body in a similar caress.

“Neck… Back… Hips…”

[Kannon]

A savvy tree climber, she turned a shiver he had caused by getting to the small of her back to hop up and wrap his waist in a firm, unrelenting grip of her thighs, feet crossed at his buttocks, heels digging into them so that no wind could dislodge her. With points of connection suddenly turning into areas, her excitement jockeyed the bated rhythm of her breath and stirred her resolve. With their hands joined, she pointed to the hut she wanted him to carry her. Her face leaned in to rub the tip of her nose against his.

"[Nose.]" The slightest of whispers, but laden with anticipation.

[Efren Lanville]

He saw the motion towards the hut and the first reminder of the implications came back to him…

His child… here. They needed a Young Mother… but he would be leaving a child here. Creating another him… with all the emotional turmoil associated with that.

Could he do it… Would he be as his father was… He understood it more than he had two days ago, but it was still a lot to think on. Would he need to demand for the child in the future? Repeat the cycle again?

Was it a repeat though? He had learned from his life… Learned from his father and now his mother… It echoed of the past, but also built upon it. It would build again… Ashes nourishing roots. The problems of tomorrow could be dealt with then… For now he had U and the spirits they would call.

After a moment of hesitation he smiled and rubbed her nose with his own, “[Nose]… Nose.”

He then walked towards the hut… He kissed her on the lips and said. “U Thra, beautiful.”

He motioned to her face with his own, “[U Thra’s eyes, nose, ears…] beautiful.”

[Kannon]

His dilemmas were indeed having a hard time staying on surface, washed over by certainty beaming from Thra U. Her trail would lead one direction now, and she blazed it without pause.

"[Verdant.]" She guessed the meaning and gave him the Muadh equivalent sometime between the sedulous, breathless kisses she was insistent not to break off from, seeking greater intensity after each one. Her body rubbed whole against his torso, in a suggestion of motion it had heated up for. "[Lush.]"

"[Eph Ren... Lush... Chest.... Eyes... Sunrise.]" She paced kisses to those words, having her eyes wide open just before his own, perhaps to get the non-verbal message straight across along with the words that still needed to be disambiguated.

[Efren Lanville]

U’s ministrations and linguistic acuity evoked a similar swell of passion deep within Efren. His ability to express himself verbally decreased as his desire to express himself non-verbally continued to rise as the sun rises over the horizon.

He carried U across the threshold of her domicile and onto the mat that laid in its center.

His passion continued to flare as the instruction session shifted into a more thorough hands-on approach that would last until the last of his energy was spent.

/fade to spirit calling after your post?

[Kannon]

/shade to metaphors

The translatory effort would result in thorough exchange of vocabulary, nouns and their matching adjectives, later mostly verbs and adverbs. Thra U was relentless in exhausting meaning and getting to the depth of synonyms, reciprocating with evocative pronunciation. Punctuation brought only brief pauses. When their eloquent summons reached both earth and sky, spirits replied, and took away the last bits of their energy to seed life.

/shade out

[Efren Lanville]

Efren slid behind Thra U's naked form as he felt the weight of exhaustion for the past two days descend on him.

He closed his eyes and whispered the last contents of his heart to the new Young Mother to be, "Thra U... beautiful..."

With that he faded gently off to sleep... off to the realm of good stories... after having done everything important he could while he was still awake.

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