Geert walked up the 9 foot incline to the top of the rocky landscape. She stopped at the top, seeing someone sitting on a boulder strumming a guitar, quite well from what she could hear. The guitar stopped and without looking back the person called to her.
"You can sit down if you want." they said, turning around. It was a young women, she couldn't be much younger than Geert, maybe 2 or 3 years younger. "I don't bite, I promise." she smiled. Smiling at her Geert came closer and sat on the boulder next to her. She set her guitar down, placing the pick she was using between the strings and extended her small hand too Geert.
"I'm Cris." she introduced herself.
Geert took Cris's hand in her big one. "I'm Geert." she said shaking Cris's hand. Cris tilted her head to the side, looking up at the blue cloudless sky.
"Geert. German for strong with a spear. Good name, a very good name." Cris nodded, looking back a Geert. "It's nice meeting you."
"It's nice to meet you as well." Geert smiled, impressed by the girl. "But can I ask you a question."
"Of course."
"What is a girl like you doing up here alone?"
Cris smiled at Geert sideways and tapped her guitar. "Mountains like these are good for acoustics. What are you doing up here alone?" she asked.
"On a power walk." Geert told her looking out at the land in front of them.
"Hell of a power walk." Cris said, taking the pick back out from the strings of the guitar, positioned the guitar and started lightly playing again.
"You're the first person, I've met in my life in a long time that hasn't pointed out the obvious to me." Geert said, setting her bag down at her feet.
"What would that be?" Cris asked playing random tunes on her instrument.
"That I'm a guy dress up as a female. Commonly known as a Transy." Geert said in a blank tone, which made Cris blush.
"It's none of business. Its your right to dress and act as who you want and no one's right to judge you about it. I say fuck them." Cris said, playing a bit faster tune, the sound vibrating around them off the rocks. "It's amazing how wide open space can cause so much noise." she said changing the subject.
Geert sat back, crossing her legs at the ankles and looking Cris over. She had chocolate brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, beautiful tan skin, great figure and Bright metallic blue eyes that looked totally clear with the way the sun hit them from the side. Full pink lips, her bottom lip was slightly stiff with concentration as she played the guitar. Cris caught Geert looking her over from her side vision, with out a beat or turning her head she checked her out. Expect for the white knee length skirt, lace strap shirt, painted finger and toe nails, shoulder length brown hair and make-up, Geert had the build of a male. When she walked up to Cris, she knew that she was at least a foot if not taller than her. Cris knew if she saw Geert naked, she's be ripped with muscles. She could see that with her broad chest and pumped arms. But in general, Cris felt something for Geert. Which she found odd, not because Geert was a Transvestite, but because they just met.
"Are you far from home?" Geert asked.
Cris stopped playing and looked at her, "Sorta." she answered.
Geert nodded, "Where is home then?"
"Where ever I happen to be." Cris said, playing again.
"Where are you from originally?"
"A planet far far away." She laughed, hitting a bad note. "Where are you from originally?"
"Here in Nevada." Geert answered, as her stomach rumbled.
Cris set her guitar to the side and pulled her backpack up from behind her and dug around in it for a moment, before pulling out a bag of trail mix and handing it to Geert. "Here."
"Oh, I couldn't take your food."
Cris smiled at her, "It's fine. I have more." she said, setting the bag in Geert's hand.
Taking the bag and opening it, Geert started to munch on the mix of nuts, dry fruit and M&Ms. "Thanks. I haven't eaten since last night." she said tossing back a handful of the mix.
"Yeah, no problem." Cris nodded, sipping on some water and offering it to Geert, who took a few gulps. Cris stood up, slinging her guitar and backpack over her shoulders. "Well, it was a pleasure, Geert." she said, handing Geert a few more things of trail mix and two bottles of water. "I hope you get to where you're going, get it is you want and are blessed along the way." Cris said shaking Geert's hand once more, before heading down the rocks and back to the main road.
Geert pressed her lips together looking down at the things Cris had given her. Sighing, she put them in her bag and continued to sit there alone for the rest of the night and most of the next morning, before she decided to go back down to the main road. Never, not once, did Cris leave Geert's mind. The girl ran and swam around her head ever since she first met her, only depressing her more because Geert knew that she'd never see Cris again.