Oblivious Oct 3, 2013 4:44:14 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2013 4:44:14 GMT -6
The sun was setting as she walked in the long shadows of the buildings. The darkness of the stones that made up the streets made the shadows seem even darker, much more dangerous. She grinned to herself, suddenly feeling very much at home. The streets were quite, she had taken back-roads to reach home she wasn’t in the mood for crowds much. The further out she went from the centre of the city the more ramshackle and broken down the buildings became. Before she reached the worst of the buildings she stopped outside a medium-sized building. It was single-story and warm light flooded out of the windows in the setting sun. She was sure the fireplace already had a roaring fire as she shivered in the night-time air. Yes they were in the middle of the amazon but the nights could get rather cold, they were high in the air of course. She stood for a few more seconds, watching the house. The front door opened and her grandfather exited, holding a trash bag, she could see that it was quite heavy. When he put it down on the curb he held his back and stretched and looked up and down the street, a worried expression crossing his face. She had been asked to her family’s home and wasn’t here of her own mind. She could only imagine what they had in store for her. The look on her grandfather’s face was what brought her out of the shadows, as he began to make his way back to the house she cleared her throat.
He turned around, a frown on his face until he saw her. He was taller than her, but everyone was. She took after her father in that department.
“Evening grandfather” She said softly, her hands clasped in front of her, her back straight and her stance somewhat military-like.
“Nim” He said with a smile, not commenting on her formal greeting but holding out his arms for a hug. She grabbed his hand before it got too far out and shook it with a sullen smile. He held back a frown and smiled sadly at her. The school had definitely changed her. It had happened slowly but it had happened. The once loving and bouncy child that had been the apple of his eye was now a reserved and hidden woman. He nodded inside, not trusting his words and he watched his granddaughter enter the home.
The next two hours was a whirlwind of activity, the woman would not tell her what was happening and her grandfather stayed out of the way. It started with a suggestion for a bath before evolving into the idea that they should go out for supper. She was then promptly stuffed into a purple and black Sari. Apparently traditional Indian wear was in season. She frowned at herself in the mirror. Yeah she supposed she looked pretty and it made her feel nice. She shook her head and decided to go along with it. She was sure there was something up her family’s sleeve but she didn’t have much say on the matter now that she was here.
They shuffled through the streets to a small bistro on a corner, its red neon sign glowed in the now night dark. She looked up and down the street they were on, they were in a more prominent area than usual. Well usual for going out for dinner. She didn’t have much of a say, perhaps she had forgotten someone’s birthday. It wasn’t hers was it? They were seated at a rather large table that had been reserved, she frowned. Yes she had definitely missed someone’s birthday, she was sure. The table was outside and she soon had goosebumps from the crisp air but she didn’t say much about it. Her family were dressed much warmer. She fiddled with her nails while they spoke, not paying much attention. Thankfully when they had not been looking she had been able to clip the bag of marble-like balls on her hip underneath the Sari and a dagger in a strap on her thigh. So thankfully she wasn’t completely defenceless.