Boula's head tilted back far as she strained to read the numeral before they walked past it.
4.
The corridor was patterned with circular, sand-colored bricks and white grout in a curved rhombus shape; opalite wires lined the top of it, kept in place with elegant hooks. They reached the room second from the right and Terrai Ares Affries led the way in.
"Good morning, Ares," said a couple amiable voices, and Ares responded back in kind, then said, "I've brought my daughter in today."
"Good morning, little one!" said an a'ehra, and Boula bent her head and eyed the ground a bit and said, "Good morning."
Her father set the basket down on a dresser that neared one of the a'ehra, a man whose age showed in his chipped horns, both of which looked nearly the size of Boula's skull, though they were somewhat tilty. He eyed Boula with watery eyes colored yellow and rimmed with red, then pulled up a stool for Boula at his side, and gestured that she sit. She set her feet on the lower rungs, making sure the heel of her new shoes caught, then clambered on securely.
Her father was getting ready, mixing cleanser in a bowl, polishing his comb and shears. Boula leaned over to watch him, and began to stand to see better, at which point he gave her a look.
"My love, if you do that you're going to fall and break your neck," he said, and she sat back down again hastily.
The a'ehra laughed. "As if you hadn't done that yourself as a lamb, Ares."
"And as if I'd never broken my own neck doing it!"
The a'ehra roared and then turned to Boula, speaking between chuckles. "My name is Share Mallos. What is your name?"
"Boula Affries," Boula responded.
"Hello, Boula! Do you want to become a she'ehra like your father?"
"Maybe," Boula responded honestly.
"Maybe," Ares agreed. "I'm just showing her the ropes for now." He turned back from the sink and raised his hand, gesturing by making a circle in the air; understanding, Share turned about in his chair, hooves scuffing the ground. Shawk shawk shawk shawk.
The corridor was patterned with circular, sand-colored bricks and white grout in a curved rhombus shape; opalite wires lined the top of it, kept in place with elegant hooks. They reached the room second from the right and Terrai Ares Affries led the way in.
"Good morning, Ares," said a couple amiable voices, and Ares responded back in kind, then said, "I've brought my daughter in today."
"Good morning, little one!" said an a'ehra, and Boula bent her head and eyed the ground a bit and said, "Good morning."
Her father set the basket down on a dresser that neared one of the a'ehra, a man whose age showed in his chipped horns, both of which looked nearly the size of Boula's skull, though they were somewhat tilty. He eyed Boula with watery eyes colored yellow and rimmed with red, then pulled up a stool for Boula at his side, and gestured that she sit. She set her feet on the lower rungs, making sure the heel of her new shoes caught, then clambered on securely.
Her father was getting ready, mixing cleanser in a bowl, polishing his comb and shears. Boula leaned over to watch him, and began to stand to see better, at which point he gave her a look.
"My love, if you do that you're going to fall and break your neck," he said, and she sat back down again hastily.
The a'ehra laughed. "As if you hadn't done that yourself as a lamb, Ares."
"And as if I'd never broken my own neck doing it!"
The a'ehra roared and then turned to Boula, speaking between chuckles. "My name is Share Mallos. What is your name?"
"Boula Affries," Boula responded.
"Hello, Boula! Do you want to become a she'ehra like your father?"
"Maybe," Boula responded honestly.
"Maybe," Ares agreed. "I'm just showing her the ropes for now." He turned back from the sink and raised his hand, gesturing by making a circle in the air; understanding, Share turned about in his chair, hooves scuffing the ground. Shawk shawk shawk shawk.
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