chariot { lex + denali }
Nov 7, 2018 19:29:50 GMT -5
Post by aya on Nov 7, 2018 19:29:50 GMT -5
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Lex turns her carving over in her hands. It isn't her best work — not by a long shot — but considering the circumstances it could be a lot worse. Redwood is much harder than any of the wood Lex has used for whittling before, Denali's paring knife leaves a lot to be desired, and the lack of fine sandpaper means the finish isn't as smooth as humanly possible. Still, it's distinctly a bird. Grooved wings, tiny beak, long tail. Crested head, chubby round belly, no feet. Yep. That's a bird.
She sits up, stretching out her neck and rolling her shoulders. Sitting still for so long has never been a trial of patience for Lex, despite her proclivity for impulse. The real test is tension. She ought to get up to stretch more regularly, but that means putting her work down — an impossible task once she's gotten engrossed.
An opposite but equal fixation has taken Denali. Some hours later and she's still preoccupied with... nothing? Her own thoughts? Biting her knees? Lex has filled the silence with every calm thought that's passed through her brain. Stories from her childhood in Seven, a description of the puzzle desk she and her dad had just started the week before the reaping, Arthur Lionel's takes on privacy and autonomy and breakfast food, an impromptu whittling tutorial. Turning an errant groove into happy little feathers.
She offers the totem to Denali. No response. Lex tries waving it in front of her face, tries pecking her on the nose with the little bird beak and an emphatic [attr="id","lSpeech"]"boop!" She finds success in physically slotting the carving's tail between Denali's teeth, which obligingly change their primary target to the redwood cardinal.
Lex unrolls the yoga mat on the ground and sits, stretching out her stiff back.
When the weather was good, Lex and her dad hiked through the expansive forests of District Seven. Lex had loved the woods so much that Arthur had been forced to save the outings as incentive - any finished project was rewarded with a day spent hiking. (This was quickly amended to any major project, as Lex would quickly produce picture frames and birdhouses and more requests to go exploring.) They'd see deer and foxes and rabbits with regularity, but only rarely did they run into a bear.
When you run into an aggressive bear in the woods, Arthur had explained, you'll be grateful that you decided not to hike alone. If you're with another person, you don't need to outrun the bear - just them.
Seven-year-old Lex didn't do the math on her running speed relative to her dad's until years later, but the point he'd made had stuck.
[attr="id","lSpeech"]"Hey Freckles, you still in there? Denali?" Eye contact, that's a start.
[attr="id","lSpeech"]"Look..." Lex sighs, scratches her eyebrow. Dried mud flakes off, a remnant from her earlier altercation with gravity. [attr="id","lSpeech"]"I'm no knight in shining armor. I'm just some bitch in a battle jacket. And when it comes down to it, I'm leaving your ass for the wolves if it means saving mine."
She clears her throat and rephrases her disclosure.
[attr="id","lSpeech"]"I'm not making a habit of saving you, so don't make a habit of needing saving." Her ears burn. [attr="id","lSpeech"]"Or do. You're an adult. Do whatever you want." Lex heard the you're an adult speech from her dad for the first time as a twelve year old. She sounded so much like him now she could practically feel the mustache sprouting on her face.
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