ALPINE; A human mate story

Chapter 1

Where the rainbow met it's end near the forest of clouds, is where the mountain peaks were visible. The fog of the clouds surrounded the mountain peaks, tall pine trees poked through. The smell of fresh pine wood seeped through the windows of the car and through the air con. This was heavenly.

I couldn't register the last time I'd been out in nature which was so undisturbed.

The car shrilled to a stop.

I looked ahead to see a parking lot and a tiny lodge of sorts up ahead. In big bold letters it said;

DEAD END; DO NOT DRIVE FURTHER; DANGER; DEAD END

A man approached the car.

Mr Krovotsky rolled down his window.

The man was a young blonde boy wearing a bright neon green worker's jacket.

He must work here. As soon as he approached the car, his looked inside, eyes landing on each person in the back, lingering on me for a second too long.

"you cannot drive further-"

"Kolochinov, etz mikinev et rahe," Mr Krovotsky spoke in a thick accent.

I was surprised. I knew they had a language of their own but I'd never heard anyone speak it. I turned to Zoe who had her legs propped up on the window and blue eyes immersed on a violent game in her phone. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up in a bun at the back of her head and the only freckle on her face underneath her pointy chin was hidden by her hand.

I nudged her and secretly pointed to her father in question.

What is he saying?

Her eyes wandered over to her dad's seat, zoning into the conversation they were having.

"Kekhz ze ne pas," The boy spoke.

"Vas dir nikhe sui shuler kolochinov. Ai Krovotsky,"

"Kekhz ze ne pas," The boy insisted.

Zoe shrugged her shoulders, her hand moving in a flickering motion.

I'll tell you later.

I listened to the language in amazement seeing if I could single out any words and link them to English or Latin. Where did their language even originate from?

"Ai dosh, dosh kekhz ze ne pas? Ai dosh Kolochinov,"

"Kekh ze ne pas,"

"Vas dan min?" Mrs Krovotsky spoke up in a soft voice, probably telling the two men to calm down. She sat next to Mr Krovotsky and placed her hand on his hand which was roughly gripping the drivers wheel.

"Lily?" The boy spoke. "Alliard commas sa ze pas et ze pas dosh,"

"Ni krichhy non rekog ines mosh,"

"Ei maise dan min, kekhz,"

"Sinne," Mr and Mrs Krovotsky both said.

"Sinne," the boy replied back and he moved out of the way letting us enter the parking lot.

Mrs Krovotsky turned around to face Zoe and I. I admired the way her silky blonde hair moved in the sun and how perfect it looked even after spending 8 hours on a flight and 4 hours driving.

Lily Krovotsky and her daughter Zoe looked far too similar for me to distinguish them properly. They look like sisters was a sentence that made anyone cringe but it couldn't be truer for the two of them. Just like Zoe, Lily had a point long face, and blue irises. I suppose Zoe inherited the shape of her eyes from her father and the fact that her hair was dirty blonde not completely yellow blonde like her mothers. They both had long noses though, with dips in the middle.