Heart of Dorkness Scourge Thirty-Seven - Future

Scourge Thirty-Seven - Future

Scourge Thirty-Seven - Future

The flight was mostly fun. I say mostly because for the last twenty minutes or so, Bianca has been holding on so tight to my waist that its making it a little hard to breathe.

I an, I love hugs as much as the next person, but Biancas grip is a bit past hug-strength and well into leave-bruises strength. I want to tell her to relax a bit, but shes afraid, and the hug is kind of nice.

Just dont look down, I say as I do just that.

Im not looking anywhere, trust , Bianca says. I didnt think I was afraid of heights.

Oh, youre fine, I say. Its not heights, really. Heights is being high up off the ground but still on sothing stable. You know, standing next to an edge. This is fear of flying. Theres no edge to stand on. I get why youre more nervous.

The other monster friend swoops by, and Felix whoops in delight, her arms raised up and the only thing holding her in place is Es whos giving her all sorts of heck for her troubles.

Looking out towards the horizon, the sun is almost gone over the mountains to the west. I guess having huge mountains there makes it so that night arrives a little early in this part of the world. The sky is shading to orange, but its still a pretty eggshell blue above us. We should start looking for a place to camp, I say.

We havent been flying for very long, but Im worried that if we dont find a place to stay soon, well have to start looking in the dark, and that will make everything much harder.

I stare down below until I spot a clearing a bit to the north west of us, just a big rocky hillside, surrounded by big old trees. That looks like a good spot. Far from any roads, with the hill to provide cover from the wind.

I direct my bird friend that way, and the other wheels around to follow.

We spin around the spot a few tis, and confirm that its a pretty bland place, just a few scraggly bushes competing with jutting rocks covered in fuzzy moss.

Bianca and I land first, then Felix and Es co in and clatter to a landing just a bit above us on a bed of loose gravel.

That was fun, why are we stopping? Felix asks.

Its almost nightti, you doofus, Es says. Shes the first off her bird and the first to set foot on the uneven ground. Were setting up camp here?

Around here, I say. It looks like a nice spot.

She nods, then gestures to the ground at the base of the hill. Well need to set our tents down there if we want the pegs to hang onto the ground.

Could just magic the rock a bit, Felix says as she dismounts.

I help Bianca dismount, and if shes a little wobbly after our flight, I dont comnt. We could, I say. But then well be sleeping on stone. Besides, the grounds uneven here.

Right, Felix says. Dirt is softer... speaking of soft, when did I beco so soft? Was a ti I wouldnt have blink at sleeping on so rocks.

A life of luxury will do that to you, Es says.

Felix laughs, then starts unpacking her bird. I do the sa, and with the others joining in, soon our birdy friends are free to find a nice spot to stand very, very close together atop a flattish piece of stone.

We drop our bags down at the base of the hill, on a spot where the low hanging branches create a bit of a canopy and where theres a nice laying of mossy ground to work with. Felix starts unpacking our tent.

We only have the one, but its a big one, ant to hold four, and thats four rcenary-types, so I figure we dont have anything to worry about.

In the anti, Es and I head out into the woods and look for branches. I find a few that have fallen already, and even get Es to help carry back this one long and thick branch thats fallen a good fifty tres into the woods.

Once weve gathered enough for a small fire, Bianca--who has been building a small pit with so loose rocks--lights up the smaller branches with a bit of willpower, and I help Felix finish putting up the tent.

It only collapses twice. Why is it so hard to get a few poles to stick up?

Once camp is set, the sun decides to do the sa, and between one minute and the next, our visibility is cut down to nearly nothing.

Its a bit chilly, but we have the fire going, and Es pulls out a pot and starts dumping so of the supplies we bought into it and mixing with a long ladle. Felix is eyeing her like a famished dog staring at untended sausages.

Bianca settles down on the ground next to . Not so close that shes touching, but not too far either. She brings her knees up, and stares into the little fire, which snaps and crackles as the more humid branches catch fire.

Valeria, she starts. Do you mind if I ask you a question? And feel free to tell if Im being impatient.

Of course, go ahead, I say. I reach out with a stick and poke at the fire, but then Es gives a dirty look, and I stop. Its sending a bunch of embers up into the air and she is kind of leaning over the pot.

Setting Ess bushy hair on fire would probably not amuse her very much.

What do you expect out of your future? Bianca asks.

I blink. Out of my future? Uh. I dont know. Its not really sothing I think about a lot. I an, why would I, right?

I suppose.

The camp starts to fill with the enticing scent of boiling veggies, and Es starts cutting up so slices of jerky and tossing them into the pot.

Do you worry? I ask.

Bianca leans into her legs a little more, making herself smaller. A little. Honestly, theres not much of a future for in Caselfella. Not being born the way I was. Its... frustrating, to know that youre capable of so much more, but wont be allowed to try because of sothing outside of your control. I suppose it just ans that I wasnt fortunate.

Its not so bad, Felix says. I an, you seem well-fed enough.

Yes, I cant complain too much, Bianca says. Ive never lacked for anything but opportunity.

I hum. I guess... I guess I have the opposite problem?

How so? Bianca asks.

Well, Mom is... Mom. Shes big and strong and aweso, and she really does love . I think I could tell her that I want to dig in the dirt to collect worms for the rest of my life, and her response would be to move the castle to a place with better dirt for worm farming. Its... yeah. I could do anything. But I dont know what to do sotis. Its silly, isnt it?

No, I dont think so, Bianca says.

My dream is to die fat and old, Felix says with unwavering certainty. Fat, old, and happy.

I cant help but laugh. You do have it all figured out, I say.

Felix nods. Damn right.

Es laughs. Since you have it all figured out, how about you fetch the bowls and spoons?

What about you, Es? Bianca asks. What do you want in your future?

Es glanced up from her work, peeked at , then refocused on stirring. I... I dont know, she says. I guess Ill beco an archivist, like my parents before . Its what Ive always wanted. And... and maybe Ill work hard to beco strong too. A powerful cultivator, so that I can live a long life, and have more ti for the things, the people, I love.

Thats actually very nice, Bianca says.

Sure, Es agrees. I have the impression she wants to move past the subject. Felix, where are those bowls, oh, right, line up girls, I have no idea if this will taste good or not, so well have to see.

My stomach gurgles in anticipation, and when I get my own bowl of piping-hot stew, I barely blow over it before munching down. Theres the clacking of woods on bowls, the crackle of the fire, and the rry songs of the last few birds rushing back to their hos for the night.

Its a nice evening, all in all. Tomorrow well be moving further north, maybe even reaching Sempers stash by the early evening. Its going to be an exciting day, so Ill take what happy quiet I can get for now.

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