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"I'm jealous of people who get to see you everyday. "
Thoughts for 1/11
Pledge
“Pledge!? Pledge!? Pledge!? Can you open this bottle for me?” The insistent voice of one the children from the fleet broke the quietness of the deck. Rio awoke, her light slumber interrupted, to a group of toothy children who looked quite pleased with themselves. “You know I do have a name, it’s Rio.” The Baywalker grumped as she took the bottle in question and opened it for the young child. “Now go play munchkins!” She shooed the children away, smiling slightly as they giggled and ran off.
“You better get use to it, ya know?” Roxy’s voice chimed in from behind her. Rio turned to catch the mischievous glint in her friend's eyes. “After all, I need someone to push my hammock while I fall asleep.” Roxy could barely hold it together by this point, slowly backing away from her adopted sister as she began to laugh.
“Roxy, you have until the count of 3.” Rio attempted to say menacingly, but a smile broke through. “1..2..3!” Rio tore off after Roxy, their laughter spreading across the boat as the chase began. Maybe a vacation had been needed after all.
Sleeping Sickness
It was gloomy within the small cabin, a tiny bit of light filtering through the thin curtains covering the portholes. In the corner bunk underneath a pile of blankets was the shape of figure, a small gun clasped in its visible hand. A soft groan emitted from the young Baywalker, her messy head poking up as she adjusted the pillows. The gentle rocking of the ship had lulled Rio into a semi-meditative state, but she hadn’t been able to get fully comfortable in the quietness.
Since breaking away from the main fleet, things on the small ship had been routine. A great deal of their shipmates had chosen to stay with the main fleet, as not many wanted to accompany the small ship to the meeting hosted by House Cutting Room Fleur. To be honest, Rio thought the whole thing sounded like a bad idea, but she was still going because she loved adventure. The other draw to the meeting was the possibility of her learning to be a Doctor, so that she could better take care of the crew. She hoped that her other friends from Gatorland would be there as well, especially after having not seen them for so long.
Rio squinted around the cabin as she sat up, her eyes briefly landing on a cloudy jar. Along the way they had made a quick stop at a partially marooned and rotten boat. There hadn’t been much inside other than a few dead, but she had managed to get an interesting substance out of a locked box. She wasn’t sure what the purpose of it was, but she was sure someone in either Gatorland or at the meet would be able to tell her.
A quiet sigh fell from her chapped lips, resettling into the cot as she did so. Her fingers went to her temples where they gently massaged either side of her head. A headache had set in earlier that morning, in addition to the chills of a fever. Roxy had forced her to bed rest, in hopes that it was just dehydration or a cold. Fluids had become her best friend along with the dark interior of the ship. Being away from the others was much like quarantine, but not one she was grateful for. She did not want to get the others sick, yet she missed their company. However, Rio knew rest was necessary to be fully prepared. The potential for things to go downhill was just too high for someone who wasn't fully rested and alert for the upcoming discussions. With a yawn, she closed her eyes and dozed off into a restless slumber.
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DR: What’s in a name
It was dark, except for a small group of candles burning on a bedside table. Occasionally a flash of light would illuminate the dim room, followed by a deep percussive rumble. A man and a woman sat hunched in the dark next to a bed, leaning over a pile of blankets in which a young girl hid. Her eyes were filled with fright as she clutched the blankets tightly around herself. Every time the light would flash and the small cabin would shake, she would muffle a scream, pushing her chubby face into the blankets.
“Shh now, it’ll all be okay. It’s just a little storm.” The woman spoke softly, her hand making small circles on the child’s back. As another bolt shook the run-down cabin, the woman glanced furtively up at the man. silently begging him for his help. The man ran his hand through his shaggy hair, before a grin formed on his face.
“I know! Rio, do you want to know where your name comes from?” The small child pulled her head up, looking at her father with inquisitive eyes. She seemed to mull over the question before eagerly nodding her head.
“Yes father, please please please?” She begged, trying her best to convince him with puppy dog eyes. Thunder shook the house once more, but young Rio paid it no mind this time, her attention solely fixed on her father.
“Very well. You, my sweet daughter, were named after a woman in a song my father used to sing. The woman in the song could be free, regardless of the things around her holding her back. She could push pass the barriers, and be herself. My father also mentioned that there used to be a river called the Rio Grande. Don’t know if it still exists...I never got to go that far west. But, I’d like to think it does. Would you like for me to sing some of it for you?” The man asked, amused at how captivated the young girl was. An enthusiastic nod met his question once more which prompted the man to scoop the young girl up, blankets and all, into his arms.
“Very well. Let’s see…” The man held the young girl in his lap, humming to himself as he attempted to get his vocal cords in working order.
“Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh Rio, Rio dance across the Rio Grande
Her name is Rio she don't need to understand
I might find her if I'm looking like I can
Oh Rio Rio hear them shout across the land
From mountains in the North down to the Rio Grande”
Not So Simple
Why is it that some of the simplest patterns are so difficult? I mean, sure I /might/ have cut the neck hole too big... :p I just want to throw this dress in the trash, buy some more fabric and start over... xP