Post by Redshift on Jan 3, 2014 23:22:34 GMT -6
"Ruuuuaaa..."
The old herder ignored the whispers that called out to her. For years, she knew they were fake, but yet they still tempted her with their silky voices and comforting tones. They were nothing but a figment of her imagination. All she had to do was ignore them.
Right?
On this particular day, Rua found herself in the Junkyard, one of her favorite places in the city. It was a place where trash was disposed while treasures were found. Sometimes, even humans recognized its value and dug through its contents, as well. But they took the boring, non-edible garbage. What Rua treasured was the hidden gems of food that lied beneath the contents of the scraps. Throughout the day she would sniff methodically until she came across a potential mine. Then she would dig cautiously through the trash (some of it was dangerous and would sometimes collapse on itself), until she found her prize. Sometimes it was as disappointing as an apple core, but other times it was as rewarding as a half-molded cheeseburger. That was what especially attracted Rua to the place: the excitement and mystery of one's foraging.
She was just clearing away a pile of newspapers on the bottom of the heap when she was disturbed by her ghosts. They usually did whenever she was performing a menial task and not concentrating on keeping them out.
"What do you think it is? I bet it's crap. You have to go higher if you want to find the good stuff, remember?"
Rua gritted her teeth, willing silence in her mind.
"Come on, Rua, climb! Go go go! Treasure awaits at the summit of the mountain."
"Shut it," she muttered simply.
"Go, go Rua. Go go, go Rua! You can do it!"
"I said shut it. I'm not climbing that goddamn pile," she repeated, her voice raised slightly.
"Don't be such a poor sport. I believe in yoooouuu!"
"Shut up or I swear I'll go step in front of a train right now and end your insolence!" This time, she barked as loud as she could, her voice ringing around the Junkyard.
Finally, silence. Rua sighed, and went back to digging.
The old herder ignored the whispers that called out to her. For years, she knew they were fake, but yet they still tempted her with their silky voices and comforting tones. They were nothing but a figment of her imagination. All she had to do was ignore them.
Right?
On this particular day, Rua found herself in the Junkyard, one of her favorite places in the city. It was a place where trash was disposed while treasures were found. Sometimes, even humans recognized its value and dug through its contents, as well. But they took the boring, non-edible garbage. What Rua treasured was the hidden gems of food that lied beneath the contents of the scraps. Throughout the day she would sniff methodically until she came across a potential mine. Then she would dig cautiously through the trash (some of it was dangerous and would sometimes collapse on itself), until she found her prize. Sometimes it was as disappointing as an apple core, but other times it was as rewarding as a half-molded cheeseburger. That was what especially attracted Rua to the place: the excitement and mystery of one's foraging.
She was just clearing away a pile of newspapers on the bottom of the heap when she was disturbed by her ghosts. They usually did whenever she was performing a menial task and not concentrating on keeping them out.
"What do you think it is? I bet it's crap. You have to go higher if you want to find the good stuff, remember?"
Rua gritted her teeth, willing silence in her mind.
"Come on, Rua, climb! Go go go! Treasure awaits at the summit of the mountain."
"Shut it," she muttered simply.
"Go, go Rua. Go go, go Rua! You can do it!"
"I said shut it. I'm not climbing that goddamn pile," she repeated, her voice raised slightly.
"Don't be such a poor sport. I believe in yoooouuu!"
"Shut up or I swear I'll go step in front of a train right now and end your insolence!" This time, she barked as loud as she could, her voice ringing around the Junkyard.
Finally, silence. Rua sighed, and went back to digging.