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tamingthemuseTitle: Of Birthdays
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Chiwara
Warnings: none.
Rating: G
Summary: Another journal entry from Thomas.
Previous parts: here and here.
Tuesday…
Toki is a strange girl. I’ll be the first to admit it.
She’s whimsical and flighty and has a will that with shake the earth. Since I’ve taught her how to open the portal into other times, she has led me through many hardships and dangers that she laughs at. Does that girl even realized the danger she puts herself in?
Does she care?
We returned to the tribe that helped raise her not that long ago. We even returned to a time that the same people that were alive then are alive now. Just like that, she turned into a young, carefree girl with her matrons watching over her like protective vultures.
It brings a smile to my face to see her dressed in pure white cotton, feet encased in leather slippers as she danced around the stone walkway with others of her age. It was only here, hidden away from time and the deep in the jungle, that she was not daring and rebellious.
Maybe it is the touch of the women in the tribe? Maybe it is because these people are so dangerous to begin with. As much as I turn my eye away from it, there is no avoiding the fact that they practiced human sacrifice to their blood thirsty gods. I suppose next to these people, her morbid ways are normal.
Then she did the most crazy thing ever. She disappeared, leaving behind only a note to me to wait for her here. I had never been so scared in all my life.
She didn’t tell me where she had gone off to, or when. I could go back in time to before she disappeared, but I didn’t know when she had left. Shaking with fear, I let the women of the tribe coo over me as I worried myself sick over that girl.
Does she not realize that she’s the most important person to me? After I left home, I had nothing. Neither of my parents, nor my brother, cared a bit about my whereabouts. Cared whether I lived or died. I had nothing holding my upright without her. I don’t know what would happen to me if she didn’t return.
But she did.
When she appeared in the doorway, I stumbled over to her to hold her tightly. I cursed at her laughter, ignoring the sting of tears. How dare she do this to me?
She had a bag of things that she had gathered from her short trip through time. She dumped all the items on the floor and sat amid the mess, smiling happily.
“It’s your birthday, right?”
I hadn’t known she had known when my birth date was. Touched, I joined her on the floor and took her into my arms again. How can one person do this to me? I never wanted to let her go. She had saved me. She had brought me back from that dark world I had lived in and shown me light and laughter.
And she makes me a fool.
Because of the time of year for my birth, she says that I’m a symbol of prosperity. She wants to celebrate my birthday by going to a harvest party deep in the lands of Africa. Even more, she wants to go in a time similar to our home in the Mayan jungle. Before white man had touched the people and lands.
She produced brightly colored robes woven from fine cottons and dyed expertly. Then a strange object that I vaguely recognized from Uncle John’s house, many, many years before.
“It’ll be fun,” she promised, handing me the chiwara. “There will be dancing,” she said, as if that summed it all up and left the hut to prepare.
Only she could floor me like this. Only she could want to travel to a world where we would stand out like sore thumbs.
Then I smile, I smile now, as I realize that she’s just like me. Hadn’t I chosen to live in a Maya town? As pale skinned as I am, as long as we have lived here, I still get odd looks and it doesn’t bother me one wit.
The statue I’ll send on home and it can join the other on Uncle John’s mantle, but only after the party. Before that, though, I must do research on the Mali Empire. Will we be in danger? Toki likes danger, right? Will this be another one of her strange jaunts?
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Chiwara
Warnings: none.
Rating: G
Summary: Another journal entry from Thomas.
Previous parts: here and here.
Tuesday…
Toki is a strange girl. I’ll be the first to admit it.
She’s whimsical and flighty and has a will that with shake the earth. Since I’ve taught her how to open the portal into other times, she has led me through many hardships and dangers that she laughs at. Does that girl even realized the danger she puts herself in?
Does she care?
We returned to the tribe that helped raise her not that long ago. We even returned to a time that the same people that were alive then are alive now. Just like that, she turned into a young, carefree girl with her matrons watching over her like protective vultures.
It brings a smile to my face to see her dressed in pure white cotton, feet encased in leather slippers as she danced around the stone walkway with others of her age. It was only here, hidden away from time and the deep in the jungle, that she was not daring and rebellious.
Maybe it is the touch of the women in the tribe? Maybe it is because these people are so dangerous to begin with. As much as I turn my eye away from it, there is no avoiding the fact that they practiced human sacrifice to their blood thirsty gods. I suppose next to these people, her morbid ways are normal.
Then she did the most crazy thing ever. She disappeared, leaving behind only a note to me to wait for her here. I had never been so scared in all my life.
She didn’t tell me where she had gone off to, or when. I could go back in time to before she disappeared, but I didn’t know when she had left. Shaking with fear, I let the women of the tribe coo over me as I worried myself sick over that girl.
Does she not realize that she’s the most important person to me? After I left home, I had nothing. Neither of my parents, nor my brother, cared a bit about my whereabouts. Cared whether I lived or died. I had nothing holding my upright without her. I don’t know what would happen to me if she didn’t return.
But she did.
When she appeared in the doorway, I stumbled over to her to hold her tightly. I cursed at her laughter, ignoring the sting of tears. How dare she do this to me?
She had a bag of things that she had gathered from her short trip through time. She dumped all the items on the floor and sat amid the mess, smiling happily.
“It’s your birthday, right?”
I hadn’t known she had known when my birth date was. Touched, I joined her on the floor and took her into my arms again. How can one person do this to me? I never wanted to let her go. She had saved me. She had brought me back from that dark world I had lived in and shown me light and laughter.
And she makes me a fool.
Because of the time of year for my birth, she says that I’m a symbol of prosperity. She wants to celebrate my birthday by going to a harvest party deep in the lands of Africa. Even more, she wants to go in a time similar to our home in the Mayan jungle. Before white man had touched the people and lands.
She produced brightly colored robes woven from fine cottons and dyed expertly. Then a strange object that I vaguely recognized from Uncle John’s house, many, many years before.
“It’ll be fun,” she promised, handing me the chiwara. “There will be dancing,” she said, as if that summed it all up and left the hut to prepare.
Only she could floor me like this. Only she could want to travel to a world where we would stand out like sore thumbs.
Then I smile, I smile now, as I realize that she’s just like me. Hadn’t I chosen to live in a Maya town? As pale skinned as I am, as long as we have lived here, I still get odd looks and it doesn’t bother me one wit.
The statue I’ll send on home and it can join the other on Uncle John’s mantle, but only after the party. Before that, though, I must do research on the Mali Empire. Will we be in danger? Toki likes danger, right? Will this be another one of her strange jaunts?
