sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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#25
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Already, Chidi's patience grew thin - and she was known to be a bastion of the virtue. "So," she said, flaring her nostrils, "What do you recommend as a solution to the problem, considering the problem is you?" Shifting her pack over her shoulder, her eyes focused in on Tritonia's face and she dared let a smirk appear across her features, "And either your bulge is quite pathetic, or you seem to be doing just fine at least by your own standards without one. So tell me, how would growing a set aid in my cause?"
She stepped forward a bit, feeling the pressure of the bard shoving passed and huffed, rolling her eyes. The bard, after all, wasn't looking at her. The heat was expected by the Southerner and she looked out at the city that she wasn't sure she'd be returning to with any immediacy and shook her head, "Never been out of the city. Can't say I know much about survival in the wilderness either. You're certain you want me as a companion?"
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.
Even insects breathe.
-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
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Posted 09-02-2018, 01:22 AM
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