Wila flopped around
on the sand like a dying fish with the blank expression to match.
“I’m bored.”
“That’s
not something you do when you’re bored,” Lucius said,
wishing that the wooden block could be a more comfortable seat. The
sand had to be burning while the sun’s rays hit with the force
of a truck, and Lucius could feel the warmth through his
boots. He didn’t want to imagine how the sand felt pressed up
against his cheek.
“I do random
things when bored,” she replied, rolling on her back. Wila
brought up a sleeve to brush the sand off her face and only succeeded
in getting more into her hair. She let her hand fall to the side,
sighing and sitting up. “I hate boring things. Can I just
sleep?”
“Well…”
Sleep had worn away Mikhail’s troubled exterior to reveal a
flaky smile. “I, I’m sure you may if you want…
whether you can is another question.”
“True that.”
Wila’s gaze floated to the distant forest and a grin surfaced.
“What do you think Claud and Reyna are doing?”
“Nope.”
Lucius sat up straighter, a frown digging into his face. “We
are not going there again.”
“Party
pooper,” Wila complained, but didn’t press it. She moved
to lean on her right arm and sucked in her breath upon doing so.
“Ow-oh-ow-ow-owwww…” The pained squeaks blurred
into a single sound with bumpy pronounciation.
Lucius looked at
her straight in the eye. With a flick of his eyebrows, he ran his
hand through his hair and sighed. “Did you roll onto a stick or
something? Or did the heat finally catch up to you?”
Wila stared back
with uncomprehending pleasantness, and a couple seconds passed in
silence as both parties waited for the other to speak. Then she
averted her eyes and sheepishly chuckled, gently placing her hand on
the injured area. “If only the sand was as smooth as magazines
like to portray it to be.”
Lucius scrunched up
his eyebrows in thought. He had gotten magazines before, but they
tended to have pages torn out and the corners were usually beaten
into roundness. Never once had he seen an article or photo detailing
sand; there were mostly advertisements for cars far out of his price
range.
“Anyways,
forget about that,” Wila said, eager to put the awkwardness
behind them, “do you want to go take a walk? Explore? Something
along those lines?”
“Hey…”
Mikhail shook his head and shot a glance at the forest. “Reyna
and Claud told us to wait… Plus, it would be terrible to
encounter a-another group of p-people…”
“Shush,
child.” Wila bounded over to Mikhail and wrapped one arm around
his shoulders, the other silencing him with the universal symbol for
quiet in his face. “Look, you’re what, sixteen? You’re
old enough to explore some fantastical arena. If we find someone, we
run, alright?”
“I still
don’t-“ Mikhail’s protest was stopped by a vicious
body shake, rattling his next words. He shut his mouth and shot Wila
what was like a glare with most of the annoyance drained out and
replaced with confusion.
“We’re
going,” Wila said in the sweet voice of impatience. Her grip on
Mikhail’s shoulder tightened and she ignored his flinch. Then,
she relaxed her expression into one of amusement and drew away from
the boy. “Man, you get scared easily.”
“Then stop
trying to.” Lucius stood up and stretched out his limbs. He
stared at the line where the shade of the overhang ended, dreading
the fast-approaching moment when he had to come under the sun’s
reach.
Wila noticed this
and her mouth seemed to struggle between frowning in impatience and
smirking at the situation, settling for tightly drawn line. She
stalked over and grabbed Lucius by his arm cuff and pulled him into
the sunlight, not letting go until he had stumbled several feet away
from the overhang. She pointed to the plains in a mockingly slow
manner, then walked in the same direction, expecting the two to
follow.
Lucius turned to
Mikhail and raised his eyebrows. What’s got her so riled
up?, he mouthed. While the message may not have completely
transmitted, its content was clear.
Mikhail shrugged,
just as lost as Lucius was. Ever since the fight, or at least
witnessing it, Wila seemed to be upset by something. He clasped
shoulder where Wila’s hand had been and shuddered.
His quickened pace
did not go unnoticed.
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