A few minutes later, I was back inside, staring out the window at the field. However, not too long after I had gone inside, my stomach had started growling, and since the only food I had seen since arriving were the interesting-looking fruit in the bedroom, I decided to attempt eating some of those. I walked over to the table in the center of the room, and hesitantly picked up a large round white fruit.
“Here goes,” I murmured to myself, and took a small bite out of the albino fruit.
Oddly, it tasted like a pear that had been sprinkled with sugar. I finished the fruit off, hoping that it wasn’t as unhealthy as it tasted, then decided to try a different fruit, this time a purple one, shaped like a pomegranate. Again, I started with a small bite. This one was also sweet, but instead of a pear, it tasted like a peach, mixed with apricot.
It was just when I had finished this particular fruit when a boy, one who looked about my age, appeared at the window facing the cliff. He had straight chestnut hair trimmed above his ears, with eyes matching the color of his hair, although curiously, his eyes were not shaped like DeLane’s.
“Hi!” He said enthusiastically, with a deeper voice than I had expected, and an accent. After a pause, he asked, “may I come in?”
“Um,” I said, frozen in place. “Sure, why not?”
The boy disappeared from the window, but was inside my room within moments. He stood at the door awkwardly for a moment, then poked his head through the door to the main room. “Lyanna,” I heard him say quietly, then add something in the foreign language.
He turned around, looking back at me, and grinned nervously. Soon after, Lyanna stepped into the room, looking at the floor.
“Hey, Lyanna,” I said to the young girl, remembering how she had left earlier. “How did you disappear like that?”
The boy immediately turned to Lyanna for a translation, waving his hands around a little to emphasize what he was asking for. A little frustrated, Lyanna told the boy what I’d said, then turned back to me. “It matters not,” she replied, and after some coaxing from the boy, repeated to him what she had said to me, in his language. “This,” Lyanna gently told me, gesturing to the tall boy, “is Sanum Levi. He desperately wanted to meet you,” she said, then turned to the boy and added something in his language with an upset look in her eyes. The boy smiled nervously and backed away from her a step.
They conversed in their language for a little, so I licked my fingers to clean them from the fruits I had eaten, while awkwardly watching the two.
After about a minute, Lyanna stormed out, Sanum pulled out my desk chair, and slumped down in it, staring out the window facing the meadow.
“Um,” I said, and stepped towards him. “Hi.”
He sighed. “Hi.” After a pause, he exasperatedly added, “May I come in?”
I stared at him a moment, confused, and then Sanum started laughing. He stood up, repeated the words I had first heard when I arrived, and left the room. Taking it as ‘come here’, I followed him into the field and found him leaping onto a grey horse.
“Whoa.” I said quietly, and soon after, the grey horse Sanum was on trotted up to me.
“Okay,” I said. “You’ve convinced me that these are not, in fact, wild horses.”
Sanum laughed, almost making me feel like he could understand me, then gestured to the horses, saying something in his language.
“Me?” I asked, pointing to myself.
“Ze,” Sanum replied. “Me.”
I smiled at his language mistake, and climbed on the nearest horse, the brown one that had had the habit of following me from the beginning. It was easier than I had expected. As soon as I was up all right on the horse, Sanum took off toward the waterfall, shouting, “chaaalaaa!”
I laughed, and followed him. That wasn’t my first time riding a horse, but it was my first time riding one without a saddle, so although I had a foundation, I still had trouble riding the horse, and so had difficulty keeping up with Sanum, who had nearly made it to the waterfall already.
“Hey, wait up!” I called after him, but his only response was to turn around, and I thought I could see him grinning.
A few minutes later, I arrived at the waterfall, where Sanum had been waiting a while, and where he had cheered me on.
“Fijana!” He cried impatiently, with a hint of a smile on his face.
“Um, sorry?” I said hesitantly, and dropped off of the horse, who immediately started grazing. I stared at the horse for a moment, puzzled, then turned around, but Sanum had disappeared.
“Here goes,” I murmured to myself, and took a small bite out of the albino fruit.
Oddly, it tasted like a pear that had been sprinkled with sugar. I finished the fruit off, hoping that it wasn’t as unhealthy as it tasted, then decided to try a different fruit, this time a purple one, shaped like a pomegranate. Again, I started with a small bite. This one was also sweet, but instead of a pear, it tasted like a peach, mixed with apricot.
It was just when I had finished this particular fruit when a boy, one who looked about my age, appeared at the window facing the cliff. He had straight chestnut hair trimmed above his ears, with eyes matching the color of his hair, although curiously, his eyes were not shaped like DeLane’s.
“Hi!” He said enthusiastically, with a deeper voice than I had expected, and an accent. After a pause, he asked, “may I come in?”
“Um,” I said, frozen in place. “Sure, why not?”
The boy disappeared from the window, but was inside my room within moments. He stood at the door awkwardly for a moment, then poked his head through the door to the main room. “Lyanna,” I heard him say quietly, then add something in the foreign language.
He turned around, looking back at me, and grinned nervously. Soon after, Lyanna stepped into the room, looking at the floor.
“Hey, Lyanna,” I said to the young girl, remembering how she had left earlier. “How did you disappear like that?”
The boy immediately turned to Lyanna for a translation, waving his hands around a little to emphasize what he was asking for. A little frustrated, Lyanna told the boy what I’d said, then turned back to me. “It matters not,” she replied, and after some coaxing from the boy, repeated to him what she had said to me, in his language. “This,” Lyanna gently told me, gesturing to the tall boy, “is Sanum Levi. He desperately wanted to meet you,” she said, then turned to the boy and added something in his language with an upset look in her eyes. The boy smiled nervously and backed away from her a step.
They conversed in their language for a little, so I licked my fingers to clean them from the fruits I had eaten, while awkwardly watching the two.
After about a minute, Lyanna stormed out, Sanum pulled out my desk chair, and slumped down in it, staring out the window facing the meadow.
“Um,” I said, and stepped towards him. “Hi.”
He sighed. “Hi.” After a pause, he exasperatedly added, “May I come in?”
I stared at him a moment, confused, and then Sanum started laughing. He stood up, repeated the words I had first heard when I arrived, and left the room. Taking it as ‘come here’, I followed him into the field and found him leaping onto a grey horse.
“Whoa.” I said quietly, and soon after, the grey horse Sanum was on trotted up to me.
“Okay,” I said. “You’ve convinced me that these are not, in fact, wild horses.”
Sanum laughed, almost making me feel like he could understand me, then gestured to the horses, saying something in his language.
“Me?” I asked, pointing to myself.
“Ze,” Sanum replied. “Me.”
I smiled at his language mistake, and climbed on the nearest horse, the brown one that had had the habit of following me from the beginning. It was easier than I had expected. As soon as I was up all right on the horse, Sanum took off toward the waterfall, shouting, “chaaalaaa!”
I laughed, and followed him. That wasn’t my first time riding a horse, but it was my first time riding one without a saddle, so although I had a foundation, I still had trouble riding the horse, and so had difficulty keeping up with Sanum, who had nearly made it to the waterfall already.
“Hey, wait up!” I called after him, but his only response was to turn around, and I thought I could see him grinning.
A few minutes later, I arrived at the waterfall, where Sanum had been waiting a while, and where he had cheered me on.
“Fijana!” He cried impatiently, with a hint of a smile on his face.
“Um, sorry?” I said hesitantly, and dropped off of the horse, who immediately started grazing. I stared at the horse for a moment, puzzled, then turned around, but Sanum had disappeared.
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