Ourea

Back in the Mountains

So sleek

Fransisco

I waited for her at the restaurant, the closest restaurant to the wall. Even after thirty minutes had gone by I still waited. The lasagna wasn't the same today.

(p.s, I've been here before hehehe)

I thanked Emma, the waitress, for the meal, I even thanked her when she let me stay until night fall. Waiting for Angelica.

I knew I should have gone after her but I had a feeling I wouldn't find her. She was with someone else, I could sense it.

So much for not worrying on my birthday. She's like a sister to me. Well, not sister exactly. More like that shy girl next door, who, when taking off her glasses, transformed into a mythical creature you were afraid to lay eyes on. Wait, that's not what I meant either. What I truly mean is, Angel is the one true friend you would go to in need of someone to hold. She would be your shoulder to cry on. She would be the go to girl to get help on the math test when you were struggling. Even with her smart attitude and semi sweet personality, that soft center always had a place for you.

I remember this one time, long ago, right when I recently became a tall hill/young mountain and she a tree. She was sleeping/dormant. Whatever you call it. Sleeping, right? Well, the story goes that when she woke up she tried to cover herself.

Hold on, I'm gonna pee! HAHAHA.

Ok ok, she was all nervous and thought she was exposed. I wasn't a full mountain yet but I was getting close, more like a tall hill. When she was finally done fidgeting with herself, I "became my human form". I stood in front of her and put my hands where her shoulders were supposed to be.

'I'm Fransisco but you can call me Fran, nice to meet you kiddo. Now listen up, I'm going to explain everything in a few short moments. Are you with me?'

Little did I know that she couldn't answer me, she hasn't become mature enough to move into a spirit form. Instead of talking to her I waited until she moved down into the mound of land below her. When she eventually did, which took forever, I was a fully grown mountain and I took the responsibility of guiding her through life's map of learning.

When she was transforming into the hill below her, I learned everything I possibly could about us mountains. If she was coming into the world with a new lantern then I was going to light it.

Angelica was beautiful from the start, for a 16 year old anyway. I was only 19 at the time. She had a billowing silver tunic, hazel hair like silk, and a thin golden laurel wreath on her head to congratulate her on joining the mountain range. The only thing off was her eyes. Nobody remembers this but me, not even herself. When she showed her spirit self in human form (you known what I mean) her pupils, irises, and the whites of her eyes were completely blood red for a fraction of a second. She must've not seen the surprised look on my face, or maybe she did but thought it was because she came out of a mountain idk.

I proceeded to talk to her.

'Hello gorgeous, I'm Fransisco but you can call me Fran for short.' I winked at her and she gave me a blank stare. A BLANK STARE! Seriously, who does that? I'll have you know that I am one good piece of steak. The sprinkles on ice-cream!

'Um, you can also call me Wild thang, Macho man, Babe, Honey, My one and only, The love of my life, Dearest one, etcetera, etcetera.' I say as I count on my fingers.