Chapter 4
It's a beautiful day for a walk, the sky is clear, the fields are green, the sun is warm, but there's one thing that's ruining everything for me. I've been walking for half an hour already, and the Sram is still following me. The only consolation that I have, is the fact that she hasn't said anything since I started walking.
"Where are you from?" asks the Sram, which pretty much ruined everything.
"Somewhere," I say, trying to give the message that I don't want to talk.
"Where is 'somewhere'?"
"Somewhere."
"Why did you leave?"
"Because of a reason."
"What was it?" Holy chalice, can't she get the message, or she's just ignoring it? I stop walking, turn around, and look at her in the eye.
"If I answer your questions, will you shut up for a minute?" She answers with a nod. I turn around, and continue walking. "First of all, I'm from Bonta. As to why I left, it's none of your business."
"How long have you been traveling?"
"Didn't you say that you would shut up if I answer your questions?"
"I have more questions."
"Well, too bad. You only asked two, and I answered them." After that, she stays silent, which is a relief. However, it didn't last long, and she starts asking questions.
"What's your name?"
"The minute hasn't passed."
"Yes it did." Okay, I have to hear this. I stop, and turn around.
"How do you know that?"
"I counted." What the Shustuft Crust.
"Are you telling me that you counted every single second, just to ask me questions again?" She nods, and I have no words for it.
"You haven't answer my question." She's really set on knowing that.
"Give me your name and I'll give you mine." I get a strange reaction out of her. Her eyes waver, and starts to look at the ground.
"I can't." This is getting weird.
"Why?" She looks at me in the eye, and says.
"I have no name." That's kind of sad because it means that she was abandoned, but it does beg the question. If she was abandoned, how did she survive in the city?
"Didn't anyone give you a name?" She starts to look around again, and starts saying something.
"I was just a number, one of the many in the temple, but they kicked me out." Then, she grabs her head, and her eyes start to tear up. "I couldn't do it, I just couldn't do it. How could anyone do it?" Okay, I think I heard enough
"Emily!" I yell at her, and that gets her attention. "What do you think?" She looks at me with a puzzled look on her face.
"Emily?"
"Yeah, I thought I could give you ideas for a name. So, what do you think about Emily?" I think she starts to ponder on the name.
"Emily." Then, she smiles. "Yeah, it sounds nice."
"Then Emily it is, and I'm Zoe," I extend a hand to her, "nice to meet you." She looks at my hand, looks at me, and shakes it.
"Nice to meet you." She seems better now, which is good, and makes me smile without meaning to. I let go, turn around, and continue on my way, with her following behind. "Thank you." I don't know if she's thanking me for helping her with the name, or for not asking about her little fit.
"I still don't want you to follow me." I feel like I need to remind her about it.
"I know." Good to know, but it doesn't get rid of her. We continued walking for most of the day, until it started to get dark. I decided to set my bag between bushes, so no one would see it and try to steal it. I look at Emily, she looks at me, and there was no helping it.
"Come on in," I say. She smiles, goes into my bag, and I follow behind her.
We're eating something for dinner, which is some oatmeal, and all of the sudden, I realize something. I normally wouldn't care about it, but the curiosity started to get the best of me.
"Hey, Emily," I say, which makes her stop eating, and gives me her attention, "if you wanted to get out of the city, why didn't you take the money I gave you, and left?"
"Where would I go?"
"I don't know, anywhere you wanted?"
"I wouldn't know where to go?" I believe that, but she seems old enough to know. Wait, that give me another question.
"How old are you?"
"I'm eighteen, you?" She's eighteen!? She looks younger than that, with those small breasts of hers, and young face.
"I'm twenty four."
"Whoa, you're way older than me."
"Yes, I am, which makes me an adult, and you should listen to adults."
"I'm an adult."
"No, you're a young girl, and you should listen to me."
"Like when you tell me to stop following you?"
"Exactly."
"But I'm not following you, I just–" I know where that's going.
"Happen to go the same way as me." I go back to my food, and she does the same. Then, it hit me, a great idea that would make her go away, and the fact that she's from Brakmar makes it easier. "You know, while I was in Brakmar, I passed by a brothel." She continues to eat, but I continue anyways. "It had some sexy ladies outside, with this dresses that left most of their chest exposed. If I remember correctly, there was an Ecaflip, a Cra, an Osamoda, and an Iop." She's still eating, but this is where I make my move. "Unfortunately, I was too busy at the moment. Otherwise, I would have taken one of them into a room, and enjoy their company." That's when Emily finally gives me her attention, but I don't see any surprise on her face.
"To do what?" Is she serious, or she just playing around?
"It was a brothel, what do you think it's for?" She shrugs her shoulders, and says.
"I don't know, I've never been in one, but I've heard some screaming in them." Oh my goddess, she's serious.
"Emily, those girls were prostitutes, a brothel has prostitutes in them."
"What do they do?" I don't know what to think about this, but I answer anyways. Maybe this time, she will get the message.
"They get paid for sex."
"Oh, that explains the screaming." At least she knows what sex is.
"Yes, and I would have taken one, to have sex with her." She stops eating, looks at me, not showing any emotion, and asks.
"Which one would you pick?"
"What?" I wasn't expecting that kind of question from her.
"If you could, would you pick the Ecaflip, Cra, or Osamodas?"
"Oh, well, I would pick the Ecaflip."
"Why?"
"I found her more attractive than the rest."
"Oh, okay." Then, she goes back to eating, which leave me speechless. She doesn't seem disgusted, or troubled, so I ask her.
"Don't you find it gross?"
"What?"
"The fact that I like women."
"Not everyone in Brakmar is the same." In all honesty, I have to agree because she just proved that.
"Don't you find it awkward in the least to sleep in the same bag as me?"
"Not really, I don't think I'm your type." I don't know, she's actually pretty cute, with the little nose, big bright eyes, and long hair. She doesn't have the curves, or a big chest, but I'm not that picky.
"You'd be surprised." Why the fuck would I blurt that out? I blame it on the fact that I haven't done it in a while. Fortunately for me, she doesn't look too much into it, and goes back to her food. I think I dodged a bullet with that one.
With our meals done, we put the dishes away, and go to sleep. I hope tomorrow she decides to leave in the middle of the night. I mean, maybe she was hiding it, and thought that it would be awkward to leave right away, or she might be waiting until we reach the town. Yeah, that might be it, she might leave me alone once we reach the town, I hope.
