The Goddess

Chapter Thirtyfive

I looked down to see we were about, from my assumed proception of how high we were, about 50 feet off from the ground and hovered a little bit before I felt a sudden jolt when she maneuvered with her wings in an instant and watched as we flew slightly toward the city, I looked up to Avira to see she was what seems to be focused on getting both of us to the city without being noticed. 

I would agree with her; she was holding on to me tightly, a little too tight though, and that made me slightly concerned that if she progressed any further with her unpredictable strength, she might cause inevitable bruises to my ribcage or the pressure on my skin which would also result in internal bleeding as well. 

Still, she seemed to know what she was doing and could control her strength around my torso.

Suddenly, I noticed we were slightly descending from and moving toward a small crack where the city alleyway stood.

She could land gnarly once she gently hovered almost slightly over the surface. Once on the city's white yet yellow, organically mutated, color-wise stone surface, she gently yet carefully landed on the ground. 

Once my brain could retrace its ability to understand gravity's weight, my feet felt the surface pressure. After taking a step forward, I turned to look up at Avira, who was looking at them with a sign of concern yet intent.

"Are you all right? I apologize for the sudden manner, but it was the only way to get past the royal borders and the guards." Avira said to me, explaining it rushed as if she was babbling, but I smiled and said, "You didn't hurt me, but I'm grateful that you could get us here, and I want to thank you for that."

She nodded and gave me a genuine smile, which made me smile too.

They looked at each other for a moment. Then, Avira pulled something out from her small shoulder-strapped bag, revealing a slight brownish-colored coat—the same one she had used when we first met.

She gestured slightly for me to follow her into the alleyway, and so I did, following her into the small depths of the city. She stopped, and so did I. She looked at me, pulled out another cloak from her bag, and gave it to me, saying, "This should fit you." She was in a hopeful yet serious tone.

I was able to take the cloak from her. The cloak was smooth yet scratchy, but I could carefully put it on and pull up the hoodie to cover my face.

Avira did the same. We looked at each other, and she gave me a watchful look that indicated she hoped I was ready to go, just as she was. I noticed the small glimpse in her eyes and nodded to her, suggesting I was prepared to go.

She was about to take my hand when she stopped to look at me.

"Is it... too much when I hold your hand?" she asked, which surprised me that she asked me this question and I wasn't sure how to respond to it, but it would be better for me, and if I was truthful to her, so I said, "Not at all." I said.

She smiled softly and gently took my bare hand with hers. The tip of her dark brown, the scaled skin on her fingertips, she was brushing her insect-like three fingers against the palm of my hand.

Before she could take a moment to witness her fascination with me, at least that's what I thought, Avira took me to the depths and crevices of the alleyways. 

We could go down the tall structures, which created walls between where we stood and walked. Then she turned sharply to the left and kept walking from there. 

Looking up from where we were, I noticed laundry hangars, clothing lines, or strong cables to where the other bees hung what I presumed was their laundry. 

It would make sense because humans had a similar mindset when they did that, a tradition we followed long ago on Earth.

As we continued through the alleyways, it remained like I was in the world of a movie I watched called The Maze Runner—the alleyways where we have reminded me of that, but without debris or vines. And dirt, including the monstrous creatures that lurked in the maze.

Everything was clean, with only the thinnest speck visible, including the tall walls connecting the structures.

Before I could ask where we were going, I was even conscious, unaware that I couldn't remember that I wanted to know where Avira was heading.

But before you know it, she stopped at the edge of a concern, coming to a straight halt. I followed suit and looked from her side to see another concern she needed to tune into, but I continued to explain why she had stopped at this turn.

That's when I slightly pooped my head out ever so slightly and noticed there was nothing but to see a wooden carved sign that was in Avira's language, said Vee's Herb shop.

I looked to Avira; she seemed too focused on me but on the side door to where the resumed vee was.

"Is that where Vee is?" I asked, hopeful, whether my assumption was correct.

She stopped her staring fixation and then looked down at me.

"Yes." Then she returned, but I noticed her expression was less excited than it should be and almost as if she was afraid.

To be continued