Victoriously Yours,

Restlessly Acquainted

Following Chris the next few days had been a cumbersome task. He moseyed like a fast walking ant, moving so quick that at one point, River was scurrying behind him and if she turned away even to brush off her knees from the mud she would lose sight of him the next moment.

One time she caught him snooping into the secret flap of the main pavilion, where they were first taken to do the blood oath. She sneaked from the back and saw him, take pictures of the dragon fire with a device.

Huh. That was weird. Cell Service didn't work in Amazon. And obviously, they had no charger or plug points. Something terribly wrong was working out here and all the signs point back to Chris.

She began to recall the months of tireless trekking and how he used to make her wait at every turn or a particular spot giving a excuse he had to take a leak or had a big job behind the bush.

Too many times did they stop and she hadn't once thought he could have been marking his way for maybe...some more people to shadow them. Flagging critical points for the people behind.

What if they were already here? Is that's where he keeps niggling off to? She had no answers.

Lamentably, she had to report to Yisrael at the end of each day. She didn't see him throughout the daytime only to meet him back at his tent, where he would sit like a damn king and listen to her accords.

He would always comment on them with an unimpressive turn of his lips, "I need more", "This I could have told you in my sleep" and "are you busy admiring nature that he slips by you every time?" the degradation goes on and on.

He didn't even leer at her nowadays. An unpleasant distance was maintained between them. Clearly not from her side this time.

He'd often ignore her for no reason and when she thinks she could get away from a stupid reporting duty, he'd be right there in his tent with snake playing mountain on his shoulders.

Like always, River the analyst would examine and rethink and think again what he was trying to do with her. Making her play spy on a person she thought was a friend, this new aloof span Yisrael had created of himself was irking her.

It was like she was in those mirror maze. Everything has a reflection of her bannering thoughts from all sorts of angles but when she was searching for a way out, she keeps hitting a hard cold glass.

What creeps her out was the each reflection showed a different River. Some bad, some good, they all had a personified side but none of them were whole self.

Her feelings were just like this.

When we find ourselves in uncommon ground, we have so many perceptions of it in that spilt one second but only the one that matter to us the most comes in the forefront.

With Yisrael and his little bundle of not-human tribe, she had so many things in mind but her first moments was unbelief, then came the morbid curiosity and lastly, the urge to leave.

This place was built for them and only them. It had no space for River and she couldn't be a part of something that was entirely different from her way of being.

However, Yisrael comes center in her head and all hell breaks loose. No perception, no candor of her feelings, only left behind was beautiful chaos.

This chaos was like whirlpool. A cyclone that resembled the man. He was so maliciously magnanimous. He was full blown lost in the times super colossal.

And man, that evokes her stupid heart beating.

But if she gave in, every line of this chaos will break open like a vase falling down from a height and knowing it's going to shatter into those million pieces that you would have to clean and pay for dearly.