Together, she and Anana had been walking the shoreline in silence. Anana had probably been expecting her to talk. She wasn’t stupid, she knew when Payapa was in a bad mood. So, she remained quiet, waiting for her sister to speak. Payapa knew that much. She knew it was her turn to talk, and that she’d have to bare her feelings about the situation. Well, it wasn’t required, but if she was try to pretend she was close to her sister at all, she would have to be honest about this issue at the very least. Perhaps Anana could sense it? At the very least, Anana could sense that she needed to be patient and say nothing for now.
Payapa went to open her mouth and her sister looked over expectantly. Payapa closed her mouth again. Anana looked back toward the sand after the false alarm. They continued to walk on in silence.
Would this change anything? Some terrible feeling in her heart, her very core, said yes. That might be why-- no, it was definitely why she’d avoided talking to Anana lately. The whole situation was set up so that neither of them would come out of it happy. Isn’t that how it seemed? Set up? Of course it wasn’t, but...
And then in a daze, Payapa saw Anana’s shocked face of disbelief, that heavily wounded look that ran deep below the surface, that look that only Payapa herself could bring forth. That real leer
of contempt that cut her deep, but not as deeply as it could have. Payapa had been right to distance herself from that traitor. She had been right
and her sister was...
It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair! No, she’d escape from this situation. Her family be damned, she didn’t give a Rattata’s ass.
Finding the snake, she...
...was drenched? What?
PK sat up and blinked heavily, holding her dripping limbs out, dumbfounded and confused. Had a wave crashed over her or something? It didn’t seem like that was the case, but maybe it was and she just hadn’t woken up ‘til now. Huh.
“Hey girl!” a piercing voice cried. “Hey girl, over here!”
PK wasn’t even cognizant of the fact that she was being talked at until she got a shot of water to the side of the head. She turned to her right and her lagging mind finally figured out that it wasn’t a wave that’d been her assailant, it had been this Pelipper.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
It stood there, wings folded. Without moving its mouth, it miraculously started to talk again. “You might wanna hear me out. I have something to tell you.”
PK was a little weirded out by this display, though certainly there had
been weirder occurrences than a Pelipper who could pull a ventriloquist act. “I’m not really interested.” PK shifted her weight and crouched so that she might stand in a moment’s notice if this oddball didn’t soon leave her alone. “I’m a little busy.”
“No, I don’t think you get it! C’mere, I got something to say! About love, please, listen to me,” the little voice cried.
PK eyed the seabird with suspicion. Was this some trick? “I don’t need any advice. Thanks, but, well, I’m fine.” She stood up, wiping the wet sand from her back and legs as best she could. It was probably time to either find a ride back to Tao or to start walking. Had Barty gotten a little Drifloon encampment set up over here yet? Maybe it was time to take a look.
Part 14 of "The Dates"