the far side of gry'ondar
it's been a month slow, crawling progress through the desert nights, and still we haven't reached a place to rest the bolo and replenish our resources. nothing much happens on the dull tracks through the neverlands that endlessly stretch out around us, and the only danger we face is getting lost in this void without water, without food. but i loved every step of the way; filled with the joy of being aside the one i admire, adore.
but now the horizon has brought new excitements. the brutally burning sky of a thinning blue heat more and more has been fragmented by clouds, knitted into the fabrics of heaven and blinding the stars. a flavor of promise has arisen in the distant glistering lights: gry'ondar, the city of wonder, pleasure and chaos, its walls and entrances controlled by the mighty in'andins, a megabolo we have thriving contracts with, and thus obtained access tokens for.
all of the group are babbling endlessly with high pitched voices about what they will do, how they will endulge, where they will dance and laugh and fill their stomaches, as soon as we'll have reached the gates of gry'ondar; and yet, me and me'wal are gloomy about it. she's supposed to meet her other there, one of the prey'dals in the city, an ibu she never met nor looks forward to. and i, i am hating the moment when she's supposed to leave. i know i can't oppose, i have no rights to complain, i've been treated too much like a civil, not a guest nor a good in this bolo, i must accept what they decide.
and yet, i dread the moment when me'wal will kiss me good bye.