My heart beat rapidly as I pressed myself against the trunk of the tree, just moments ago this woman had saved my almost short life and now she was staring
at me strangely like a creature she had never seen before. She looked curious and confused, fiddling with my shoe tip as I tried grabbing a branch a short
distance away. I was frightened and it had just began pouring down rain, I had already noticed that she could not speak my language for when I tried
introducing myself she looked like she knew just about as much of what I was saying as I knew how many leaves were in this tree.
"Jack…" I pressed my hand against my chest to attempt at introducing myself. Without a moment of waiting she reached for my head and pulled it to her chest.
"Madam!" I tried pulling back but her strength was incredible. Her warm breasts were pushed against my temples and soon enough my face grew hot. All she
did was grumble and fumble with my hair before letting me go. I waited until she was done, hours seemed to pass by as I listened to her strong and healthy
heartbeat. She coughed and pressed her hand against herself, "Jack…" It was like attempting to teach a toddler a dog's name that had passed away
ages ago.
"No, no, no. Jack." I repeated my name and tried to get her to say her own, just when I was about to give up she looked up in thought and then clearly
pronounced, "Tawny." I nodded and smiled, my glasses had slid down my nose and in an instant they were in her grasp. I reached out for the delicate and new
pair Mother had just bought me back in London.
"I…need those." Too strong, she was quiet strong when related to other woman back in England. The young ladies at my college could barely lift all their books.
It seemed that this 'Tawny' would be able to lift a library. I backed away when she pressed her foot against my face. She tapped them, tasted them, smelled
them, and attempted to wear them.
"My goodness, where is your family?" I announced and she laughed pointing to her knee. I held my hand out in a stop motion, "Madam you-"She placed her
hand to match mine. After a few minutes of her amazement I sighed, "Are just like me." Thankfully she had a lion cloth on of some sort of animal skin but sadly
not a shirt. Her matted hair covered her chest but I still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. A few of the dark brown buttons had broken off from my yellow
jacket, I slipped it off and offered it to her after taking my hand away. She looked at it strangely and took it to feel, smell, taste, and more of her observing in
her own ways. She was quiet the curious little thing.
After a while of her checking over my coat, she dropped it out of the tree and I refused to hand anything else over to her. Who knows what had happened to
my glasses. Now all I had on was my white undershirt, my blue tie, dark brown cotton pants with a black trim and my good-luck adventure boots. They were
black leather and newly polished.
When I leaned against the tree I was immediately pushed back against the trunk for the wild lady crawled atop of me to touch my face. I backed up as far as
possible into the moss and hard bark. It was cool and dripping with water as this Tawny traced her red fingertips over my lips. It tickled so I brought my lips
back. She cocked her head in curiosity as she came even closer. My heart stopped when I heard her heart beat again. Her dark hair was unclean and in dreads.
I looked away from her, hoping it to be a good enough sign for her to step away. Instead she simply stood up with her heels digging into my sides and reached
to the next branch for something.
I had totally forgotten the monkey incident from a few minutes ago until the wild lady had handed me both my glasses and notebook of sketches. Immediately I
licked the tip of my pencil and began sketching everything I had seen, I had grown up knowing that no matter where, when, or why I always had to write
everything down before I forgot it!
I felt the young ladies breath on the back of my neck and could barely continue as she curiously looked over my shoulder at my artwork. There was a picture of
her form when I first saw her, swinging from a vine coming to save me. My glasses had moss on a lens and I would have to remember to clean them. I gripped
my hand on the leather side of my book, attempting to get a dark enough color for her hair. Things seemed too quiet until I remembered that I was in the
forest. Birds cawed, rain was dripping, lighting striking, bugs buzzed, and suddenly the rain forest became alive!
"Look this is-"I turned to see nothing and no one except myself talking to air. Perhaps my imagination? It couldn't have, for under the moss was a fingerprint
that was not mine and coated in dirt. On the next few pages I did some sketches of when our hands were touching, how she reacted to my name, and what
she did with my glasses. Nothing seemed to fit her face more than he look of curiosity.