Oct. 29th, 2008 at 4:23 AM
It's cold now. It really does seem like yesterday I was in green grass and warm sunshine. Time is...Time moves so strangely here for me, more so that it usually does for the denizens of this realm I think. I have a pocket of safety that I spent time within, and some times what I think are hours spent there turn out to be days.
I went to the giant porch-tavern, (it really does have a giant porch but it's not just a porch.) to find Right and Left had either followed me there or had been there before. They're living under the porch itself and I wonder if mice are like bears, where they sleep for winter. I didn't really know that bears sleep through winter...I don't know where I picked that up.
I settled with a book and my tea and hoped for another day of watching shades of places, people. It was empty as it usually is when I go there, but it did not stay that way, it never does stay quiet for very long. A woman with a hole in the knee of her olive pants and dark brown hair that looked gold in the sun came to visit and she walked like alley cats tip toeing toward prey across the rail. I asked her if she wished a drink and she did not, she told me her name was Gaelle and she had dirt in her fingernails. I wonder if she knows about plants, or if she buried her heart somewhere? Probably not her heart but I like to imagine.
Sin came in pretty-pink and jeans, she is a great fanged cat that comes to play with all the colorful rolls of people-string, but some times I wonder if she ever grows tired of playing. Pretending. Of being a mask in some masquerade ball that I am not yet sure I want to be invited to. She came and when she comes, like the night throwing her cloak over the sun--everything that bumps in the nightmares tend to come with her. The man with Wolf-eyes followed, the woman with snake eyes, another woman who smelled feral with tattoos. I did not catch the snake-eyed womans name, but the tattooed one is Vasha--I think.
Mesteno came too, weaving through the crowd as if he were looking for the secrets everyone keeps, a gray hat over his hair and eyes, a jacket--some sort of spy. I tried not to notice him but it is hard to hide hair that is like ours; it has to be dark without one lick of yellow sun. He is good at pretending, he tried to charm me I think, but he really doesn't need to--in his own way, all bird-bones and harsh little angles--he is charming enough.
There was...I have to be more careful. I have to keep the flame in my mind and not let it flicker. I must keep my center and focus on it. There were salt packets in my pockets that I do not remember picking up; I poured it in a line at my feet in dreaming-awake and when Sin asked me why I did not know at first, and then when I opened my mouth? All the words I needed were there. Protection, sacred, purification, ritual, barrier. I thought that I had this mostly quieted but apparently not.
I have seen men and women appear out of thin air, I have seen a dragon fit himself into a door so that he could drink ale. I have seen cat-men and women, magic that left glitter-glow in the air, but you would think all of that paled in comparison to one woman and her salt-lines in the dirt. Sin asked, and then the Wolf-eyed man came rap-tap-tapping, tapping at my porch floorboards. Mesteno did his best to try not to look at me and several others I have no name for yet pretended to look out over the porch onto the yard....But I could feel them. Like a tickle-touch of feathers from an old pillow nagging away sleep, their eyes were on me, all eyes were on me. (All eyes on me, mens eyes and women's eyes, greedy, hateful. Why should a little girl with no joy be able to see so much? Why not them?)
The wolf-eyed man lowered himself as one adult would to a child to appease them, trick them into safety. I must give him credit for playing at human so well, for even I cannot do so. They asked me how old I was so I told them I shall be twenty in January, and I had I known they were so keen on knowing I would have invited them all to my birthday---
Something snuck in then. For a moment I thought I saw something at the back of my mind in my thoughts, like an after effect of distant memory, but it was gone when Sin began trying to beat her own head in with her hands.
The wolf eyed man had prettier things to flutter off too after, but I think I know. He listens and he watches just like Mesteno who spent the next hour of so asking me questions.
I like questions, even though it is habit to never answer them in anyway straight.
My head is a jumbled mess, I keep seeing a cracked mirror for no reason and images of cob-webs.
Koyan came and made sure to make Mesteno's life difficult as best as he could while Mesteno pretended to be terribly upset by it. I am intensely amused by the two of them; there is much respect and perhaps even affection there that is masked in fistifcuff words. I told them about secret Keeping while Leaf told me about his books. I wonder what it must be like to live in rooms of them. Books, I mean, not leaves.
They kept looking at one another when they thought I was not seeing them. Just because I do not look at them in the eye does not mean I cannot see the way heads turn or the silence that overtakes questions not put to air.
I don't think I could ever answer if they asked anyway.
I also think the two of them are going to some party on the day of the dead, I would have liked to see that I think. But I realized that I must work on that day, I work every Friday behind the bar, so I do not think I can make it.
I drank too much tea so I had to leave to find the little coffee shop down the street for a bathroom. There are things living in the sinks of the bathrooms at the tavern..I...I do not want to recreate that experience every again. Half way back to see if Koyan and Mesteno were still there and everything went blank. I think I dreamed but do not remember anything that I saw. I hardly remember anything I see anymore, it's as if what happened...what happened....what happened....
I want to sleep, but I know that if I do all I will see fire.
It burns. It always burns.