(Rose)
Our resourceful Blu managed to craft a pair of bows and a dozen arrows, for and Nokarlık. Good flower with golden fingers.
This area of the world still has far fewer beings-like-her roaming around. But fishes swim in the ocean and seas.
So I began teaching my daughter what I can about archery. Alright, my archery skills focus on fishing for so reason, but it kills two birds with one stone, furthermore when there are no birds around.
You know what I an.
Blu even puts so weights on the bow for balance like for modern ones. Where did she learn of these? She wasn’t around.
We go fishing with Nok.
We also venture carefully into the forests, but can’t find any ga. Only bugs and worms or giant mushrooms I barely manage to prevent Nok from tasting.
They looked so bright and colourful like fruits, I can see why they got her curious.
It’s anwhile the first ti really that Nok’s hands hold a dangerous tool really counting as a weapon.
She learns conscientiously enough. She shows she has a good hand using a small knife to gut fishes we get.
Maybe it’s part of her heritage, but the slls nor the actions phase her in any shape or form.
And when it all ends up in nice als we cook, from earth and the sea, she enjoys them cheerfully.
We returned to our current ho. The stadium changed slowly as Blu crops grew.
Over the days, Nok and I went further into the jungle to gather so materials. Saps, fibres, tallic needles that grow like plants or parasites on so trees, and so on.
Blu anwhile took a liking at craftsmanship. I taught her the basics of sewing and she grew beyond. From what we grow and find, we will have good equipnt and stocks to continue travelling on foot before the year’s end.
Building a boat around here would be challenging. But as long as we follow the shore on our way north, we might have so luck sooner or later.
I enjoy Blu’s skin sotis.
And ti flies.
~
A storm reached us.
We covered the crops with cloths and hid ourselves in the upper levels of the stadium wall.
We don’t make a fire to avoid burning the entire building, since the roots are literally covering every surface of it.
I tell another old story to Nok as she tries to sleep next to .
Once upon a ti, there was a ghost of ice on the shores of France...
Nokarlık gradually falls asleep as I ramble on.
Blu has a lancholic smile quite unlike her as she listens by my other side.
B - I was happy you accepted .
R - When?
B - At the very beginning.
R - Oh... That takes us back.
There is a thought that ca through my mind, a wonder that briskly vanished before I could voice it out.
R - Well... I just forgot what I was about to say... But I was happy to et you too.
Her unfamiliar smile is bittersweet and altogether familiar as well. In this damp and awful night, this is soothing.
~
What was I going to ask? My mind ruminated over it during the night. It was a simple question I could recall, but forgot its essence.
Sothing about identity or humanity.
Sothing that affected us, but not solely. Was it about how she felt she changed back then? No. It felt different.
I can’t quite put my finger on it again.
But now that I care for Nokaranlık, I feel like sothing about my past years in this world is queer.
As if I misunderstood sothing all these years. That I made a mistake in my understanding of sothing, and that only now do I begin to realise it.
Nothing clear again. Just an unease.
A blurry thing in contrast to the brightness Nok is giving .
We’ll see.
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A few days later, crops harvested, bags and clothes ready, our new shoes led the way.
As much as we can carry we brought as well.
Nok carries a good share too.
We went to the shore and began travelling north east along the ocean.
We made our first camp still in sight from the shore reefs where we had our experints before.
If she turned giant and began to run or swim, I wonder how far and how fast she could go. But I’m not eager to try.
If Blu taught one thing, it’s to avoid unnecessary exposure to predators.
We both do our best to teach it to Nokaranlık now. But she’s still a child, eager to play until limits hurt.
Being a child is so ancient to now. What I rember is so alien to us, it’s barely relevant. And Blu is even worse... We’re like strangers.
But I can pinch both of their cheeks at the sa ti, so it’s not that bad.
~
As the shore becos impossible to follow because it’s too impractical cliffs and boulders, we head a little deeper inside the woods for a ti.
We spot spiders the size of cats or bigger, running and jumping away as we approach.
I hold Nok back from running after them, goodness knows where. Also because I spotted empty eggs that were barely the sa size as them. If these were the new born spiders, I’d rather avoid eting their mother as much as possible.
I explain it to Nok, but she gives an empty nod.
Blu kept a hand on the hilt of her short sword she crafted for herself, as cautious as in such woods.
If she’s as terrifying with it as she used to be in a previous body, I don’t have to worry about much. Let’s avoid unnecessary risks and exposure though.
We didn’t et the bigger spiders, but we did find a gigantic web a little further, inciting us to head a little faster back toward the shore.
We finally reached a new clearing out of the woods, before nightfall.
A new shoreline easy to follow by foot cos out, and so shipwrecks along the way.
All these boats were a century old by the look of it. Decrepitude and blooming flowers of rust all over.
I showed Nok where the rust crystals grew in the shape of petals, instead of usual porous anarchic rust.
It’s one of these spores of life that adapted to this unusual environnt.
Chemistry of alloys oxidations was tweaked its way. It gave so of the wrecks, when you were close enough to notice, the beautiful sight of carved flowery patterns all over them.
I love these encounters.
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