Post by ALYA KARIMI on Jan 19, 2015 7:56:06 GMT
the mountains cast shadows bigger than mankind can claim. it's against this backdrop that alya waits quietly, cloaked heavily against the wind. it's so dark at the crack of dawn, but alya has nobody here to complain to.
are the mountains too big, or are the people too small?
she's been nervous about meeting shakti here, even if her gentle swagger in the wind says otherwise. her brain is working at several miles per hour, trying to make sense of what's going to happen to her department, to her kid brother, to a world that she loves more and more with every inch that she maps by her charcoal-covered hands.
(it's a cartographer's job to understand that their work will never do a waking sea and a sleeping forest or a vigilant mountain justice - but they try. they try and that's all that anyone can ask of them.)
the world is so big even as impending war shrinks it down with every tempered bum-bump of the war drums. it's so easy to lose people in its vastness. alya just has to make sure that she won't lose this girl.
she thought that she would be upset -- angry, even, at their estrangement. alya thought that she had every right to be, but justice doesn't translate so smoothly from plans to practice.
alya's eyes are so bright, and so are hers. so are shakti's when alya sees her with rosy cheeks painted by the sun.
(the morning wakes. hello. how are you today?)
"shakti!" alya waves, the years melting away as if they barely existed. youth is timeless. they can only hope that peace is, too. she runs, never mind the fact that you're not supposed to run along on the mountainside. "oh my goddess, you've gotten so tall" she squeals a bit before shoving shakti in her arms. the sleepy mountains can listen. alya doesn't care. she's protected this girl with her life before. it will happen again.
SHAKTI
are the mountains too big, or are the people too small?
she's been nervous about meeting shakti here, even if her gentle swagger in the wind says otherwise. her brain is working at several miles per hour, trying to make sense of what's going to happen to her department, to her kid brother, to a world that she loves more and more with every inch that she maps by her charcoal-covered hands.
(it's a cartographer's job to understand that their work will never do a waking sea and a sleeping forest or a vigilant mountain justice - but they try. they try and that's all that anyone can ask of them.)
the world is so big even as impending war shrinks it down with every tempered bum-bump of the war drums. it's so easy to lose people in its vastness. alya just has to make sure that she won't lose this girl.
she thought that she would be upset -- angry, even, at their estrangement. alya thought that she had every right to be, but justice doesn't translate so smoothly from plans to practice.
alya's eyes are so bright, and so are hers. so are shakti's when alya sees her with rosy cheeks painted by the sun.
(the morning wakes. hello. how are you today?)
"shakti!" alya waves, the years melting away as if they barely existed. youth is timeless. they can only hope that peace is, too. she runs, never mind the fact that you're not supposed to run along on the mountainside. "oh my goddess, you've gotten so tall" she squeals a bit before shoving shakti in her arms. the sleepy mountains can listen. alya doesn't care. she's protected this girl with her life before. it will happen again.
SHAKTI
XIII.
It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
LAIKA OF GS!