I watch her still, lazily chewing at my mouthful of grass. My copper eyes fix themselves to her mouth, and I beg myself to make out the syllables. Faintly I can hear her, but only just. I know and fear that soon my hearing will leave me altogether, and I couldn’t be happier in a sense. I’ve accepted my fate in this aspect, there was nothing I could do to stop it, nothing I could do to prolong it. I gulp the last bite, blinking once but quickly. I couldn’t afford to miss a thing, and lately my eyes have adjusted for the skill my ears had surrendered.
”Ug, Sidra don’t remind me.” I frown at the mention of my height. I would gladly be deaf, but I could not stand the thought of holding any resemblance to my Sire. “I don’t want to be tall, not like him” My eyes narrow, and I know that she knows to whom I refer. There was always one thing I had been jealous of, and that was the kind father Sidra and Sahm had. Not a cruel, unliked beast that had raped my mother. That had forced her to bear his child, unwillingly. I was a mistake, a plain and simple fact. Where she was born of love and trust, I was conceived in force.
The suggestion of having some fun, struck me unsurely. It teased at the nature I tried my best to repress, the thoughts that found me that were..wrong. Sometimes I disgusted myself with things I thought about. I would squint my eyes so hard to attempt to rid my head of them, it never worked for long. I don’t want to seem awkward, even more awkward than I already am, so I nod. My patchy dial tugging up and then down as I agree. ”Yeah okay, why not?” I shrug trying to appear indifferent. “The Falls isn’t far, we could probably make it back before nightfall. Or there is the Chamber just east of that, you remember that ugly guy always bothering Reuen. He stays there, and the Queen is a witch I hear.” My interest carries me away with conversation, I’m itching to leave, wherever she chooses.
