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Thursday, April 16, 2009

It is not about you, Mezoo


(For all that asked ... Speak I)

From a distance we are instruments
marching in a common band.
Playing songs of hope, playing songs of peace.
They're the songs of every man.

Bette Midler


There was just enough sound of earth moving beneath my feet and the crunch of sand as a warning before the warrior impact. I swung him around with me laughing and scolding him at the same time.

Have you been hiding?

I was trying to look serious and didn't accomplish that very well at all. All he did was flip me around and into his arms ... grinning while he admitted he had been avoiding the first fires. My elbows have always felt right at home wedged between his ribs and found their mark easily as I wriggled out of the unexpected capture. Suddenly, it wasn't funny between the wrap of his arms that made that I like this so much I don't like it kind of discomfort as well as taking his evasion rather personally.

Why ... why would you not come?

It had been his idea in the first place, his insistence, his dragging me by my hand there to face the Ubar and the elders ... so why???

It's not about you Mezoo.

He gave me that scolded little sleen puppy look so I let it drop. I had heard his drums. I could tell them from the others now. He said he had been practicing when Fonce was not nagging him about the herds. I confessed that I had wanted to ride out to bring him something to eat but that Fonce hadn't said I could yet.

Fonce Fonce Fonce. He said he was sick to death of ... Fonce. That hurt on so many levels that I could barely breathe. I said .. Don't say death. He got all quiet on me like he wasn't sure what to say any more, like all the safe places weren't safe for us. I think he was glad to see Sev when she walked up. In the beginning she was his rescuer from a good tongue lashing but then ...
everything changed.

They hit it off together so well I was almost jealous. They are both so vibrant ... so ....
Together they just seemed to find this whole new language that only they could speak, like red and white all blended up until it is a bright hot pink.

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