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Flowering. Approach. Part 26: Exposed Barriers

by Thavien Yliaster 2 months ago in Series
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Real and Perceived Barriers Exist.

"Flowering" is a series, that just like its artwork, is a work in progress.

Reader discretion is advised: This series contains death, violence, and sexual content. Flowering is not a lighthearted series. Flowering is meant for a mature audience. It is not my intention to mislead those who read it, thus misleading the perception of the series itself, leading your hearts astray.

Please, "take this lesson to heart." - LaRha and Wetah

By Timotheus Fröbel on Unsplash

Chittering her teeth from cold and fear, she slowly turned her neck over towards the left. Her eyes widened when she saw him, standing there, staring at her, mouth agape, eyes full of wonder and bewilderment and awe, but his hands clasped onto rocks. Seeing him, she instantly shrieked, and stood up. Almost instinctively she turned to face him, as if he were an attacker, a perpetrator. Feeling exposed, and being so, she went to cover her mentionables with her hands, but they were too cold, and she proceeded to flake the water off of herself with her fingertips.

Their hearts raced. They had never had this opportunity before. It all depended on who made the first move, or who made the first word. She was shaking from the cold, constantly shivering. Her knees wobbled within the water. He stood still, but tensed up to stay even more still when he first encountered the doe. He kept his breathing constant, through his nose and his mouth, not wanting to make noise. His eyes darted; first to her, then behind her, then to her, then to the branch with her dress, then to her, and finally he twisted his neck to look around them. Watching him intensely, she mirrored his movements, and did the same.

They were alone. The only other living souls amongst them were the fish in the rivers, the bugs in the air, the birds in the trees, the squirrels on the floor, and the trees themselves. If not for the roots connecting all of the trees, he and her were the two most conscious beings in the forest.

Her body reacted to the cold. Her body reacted to the exposure. Her body reacted to being away from what made her feel safe, her clothes.

His body reacted to the sight of her. His mind reacted to seeing her body. His body reacted to her movements and sounds. Her shriek of surprise was more pleasant to his ears than her shrieks of pain or her crying.

For her, it wasn’t something she hadn't experienced before. Young boys would always try to peek in at the women bathing in the Garden. Sometimes even a few men would “guard” the baths, only to have access to view the women bathing, but still scaring away the weaker men and boys. Even rarer, but still common were the men that would attend their women in the baths, having access to them at the same time. To her, privacy wasn’t always promised. In fact, it was a rare commodity. However, this was an entirely different area. Even though he was new to her, she wasn’t new to being stared at before, or even being jeered or leered at. Remembering all of those experiences, her goosebumps began to calm down.

Breathing out, she straightened up, and stretched out her back. Not caring for modesty now, all she wanted to care about was capturing him, but her stomach’s priority was on gathering enough to eat. Her stomach felt like it was eating itself. Following his eyes and where his head turned, she looked back down to the minnows, which had begun to nibble at her knees.

“Why is he just standing there?” He perplexed her, “Normally most boys would approach me to get a better look. Yet, he stays away. He’s not like the kids from the Garden, or even the men. Then again, he is not a man, he is a boy. If he were a man only then would he possibly approach me.”

Now this wasn’t the first time Zephyr’s seen a naked woman. Having bathed with his mother and siblings before, he was no stranger to the understanding that they were different people with different parts. They’ve swam, bathed, and even bashed their raiment in the stream with rocks as they were scrubbed with soap.

Yet, since it was her, there was something different about seeing her. Not sharing blood, nor familial ties, to him there was an indescribable natural instinctive feeling that wanted him to stay. It was like a force compelling him, if not pushing him forward, it was preventing him from leaving.

Not knowing what to do, mentally and physically fatigued from lack of food, she turned her head towards the traps, and unknowingly spoke what came to mind without ever so much as thought, “I am hungry.”

“You are hungry?”

They were both taken aback.

“He understands my words?”

“She understands my words?”

“He understands my words.”

“She understands my words.”

This was the first time they had heard the other speak. She had traveled from a great ways away, over the course of many days and nights, with which there had been more than a few moons to pass. How could somebody from such distant lands speak the same language as her? How could somebody new to their forest know the same words as him?


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Thavien Yliaster

Thank You for stopping by. Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm a novice poet, fiction writer, and dream journalist.

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