Sexual_Muse
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It was an uncommonly clear day this morning and in the nearly cloudless sky flew a crow sized falcon with a white body and rusty reddish brown set of wings. Its cry pierced the open skies as it dove to the ground, wings tucked tight to its body. It broke through a cloud and spun effortlessly before opening its wings, slipping into an opening between two branches on the poorer outskirts of the capital.
Two years ago Rohana had entered the capital onboard an airship looking for a place new and exciting. More importantly a place that didn’t know her. She had gotten sloppy in the last city and as much as she loved the crispy sparkling aqua coastlines, she had outstayed her welcome.
Darren, the only friend she had risked keeping was in more ways than one her mentor and patron, had been her ticket to the capital. She didn’t know what he did to afford him a life luxurious enough for his own airship and she had never asked. It was one of the reasons their friendship last as long as it had. It was always his harsh seasoned voice her conscious chose to lecture her in. Always telling her to be careful, to watch out for herself and to keep out of trouble but the last time she had seen him there had been no parting words of caution.
“I believe this will be the last time we will see each other my darling.”
The words halted Ro in her tracks midway down the plank. She had at the ready the long ago agreed upon remarks to his father like warnings but they dies like broken promises inside her. “Darren?” Her voice soft and more unsure and childlike than she realized.
He looked down at her through his violet tinted glasses a sad and faraway look in his eyes. “I won’t be coming back. To this place. And because of that to you.” His tone of voice took on a kinder tone and he hooked his thumbs into his vest pockets and rocked back on his heels. “I’ll require payment this time, this last time.”
There was nothing Ro owned, nothing that she could give him as payment and Darren knew that. It lead her to believe that it was her he wanted as payment. He had never in all the years she had known him to be a man like many others. He never once moved towards her like an animal in heat. There was a small part of her ideal image of their friendship that darkened and splintered. But if this was his want after all this time it was the least she could give him for all his help, for his friendship and his care. With footstep normally silent and light, she walked towards him.
The smile that played at Darren’s lips was unreadable and it too spoke of a change between them. “Rohana,” Her name was spoken with such care as he gathered her in his arms. Words that was followed by pain, sharp, brief and gone before a comment about it could be made. The gasp from Ro sounded longer than the life of the pain and when she pulled back to look up on him the smile of unknown origins had been replace with something more like him. “Be careful, watch out for yourself and stay out of trouble.”
But where she should reply, there was nothing but a frown. “I would have-“ She started but was cut off.
“I know, but I got what I wanted.”
“Fair winds to you my only friend.” It was as much of a farewell as Ro could muster and with a final look over her shoulder she silently bid farewell to the only stable thing in her like before stepping into the mad rush at the busy airdock.
All the while Darren watched with hooded eyes as the young girl faded from his sight as a deep rusty feather spun slowly in his hand.
Ro swung down from the tree landing in the middle of a mud puddle. It had collected overnight and the sound of the splashing water brought fourth another memory, one that she wanted to visit even less than her parting with Darren. “What to do with myself today.” She sing sang as she started out towards the capital. Fun had led to the Iron Barrows but now it was time to return to the real fun, the kind of fun that could only, would only be in company of trouble. From one of the few manors on this side of the gates Ro helped herself to an apple and like so many days before Ro began her day at the docks listening to the coming and goings of the capital, the news as to what came in by water or air, the new arrivals and sudden departures.
The flesh of the apple was gone by the time Ro met with the water’s edge. It seemed it was too early of a day for the news to be ripe, all was still sleeping and quite. Passing a horse and cart Ro fed the apple core to the horse and helped herself to a seat in the back of the cart filled with roughly spun fabrics. The driver took little notice of her or what notice there was he ignored, calling a sharp order to the horse before the crack of the whip moved the four legged creature on its way. Ro didn’t know what the day held in waiting for her but it was bound be something good, she could just feel it in her bones.