FAIRYTALES FOR A HUMAN (Lesbian)

Part 11 DRYAD

Up and down was jumping a huge chariot, roaring like a hungry beast. The view from the window was changing rapidly, so I couldn't concentrate on anything outside, though the roadscapes were astonishing. Firstly, it was just a high fence and a forest behind; out of sudden it ended, making room for tall, ugly or bizarre buildings. I've never seen so much glass and stone even in elders Heavenly Quarters. Another remarkable thing was people. They were everywhere: standing, waiting, walking, running, chilling; smiling faces, sad faces, hidden faces. Some of them were pushing weird trolleys with tiny humans in them; some were walking (Just fancy!) their domesticated wolves on leashes!

I was scared humans would discover my dryad entity, but nobody was interested in my peaky ears; only some really old looking ones were eyeing me from time to time but never said a word. I was sorry for them: they were languishing, wrinkled like old mushrooms. "Poor beings", I thought, casting my look at a baby in a ridiculously uncomfortable pink frock who was sitting on her mother's laps. "How can you run or climb a tree in this garment? Like that matters right now! Soon you'll become ugly and grey like this miserable old woman and fade away..."

"So, where are you from?"

I didn't expect him to talk with me and had no made-up story:

"I'm not from this land," I answered gingerly.

"A foreigner? An exchange student?" He seemed interested.

"..."

"I must have guessed! So how do you like the city?"

"Pretty noisy."

"Sure! I can't disagree with that. It was not projected for this amount of transport. As a result: inevitable traffic jam and crowds of people," he smiled at me. Maybe he expected me to sing the praises of his land, but instead I asked:

"So how long have you known Marina?"

"We've been friends since early childhood," he rubbed the back of the head. "We studied together at school and later at university; our parents are friends too."

"Why don't you date each other? Your union seemed to have been written in the stars?"

He looked embarrassed because of my words, "We are just friends and nothing else."

"But you said you wanted to be with her." I was emphatic.

"Like her best friend to protect her. She's better with me now."

"If you are not going to sleep with her, so why do you against her relations with Doris?"

"I don't mind her being with a woman. I was just surprised she didn't tell me she's into girls. I've already told you: I don't want her to be with your strange friend."

The hirsute head was so funny and tender at the same time in his stupid attempts to look brutal; instead, he resembled a child with his blushing cheeks and transparent blue eyes:

"You are like a dog on a bale of hay."

"What do you mean by that?" he looked confused.

"You don't need this hay, it's not a tasty marrowbone, but you desperately protect it from those who really need it," I enjoyed teasing him. "And why did you start talking about Doris's gender? Is it a problem here?"

"No!" he turned red as a beetroot, "No, it's not!" passionately retorted the young man. "What about you? Are you having views on Doris?" he thought he could puzzle me with the question.

"We befriended centuries ago, and I know her good enough to understand that your Marina is too weak for her. Doris is a free spirit, untamed; she is a traveler. Being with your friend, means to put chains on Doris's neck.