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Crossroads (5/9)
(Anonymous) 2015-01-07 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)He pushed up his hood, the salvaged cloth of a mender. “Have not,” he said, bundling up his tools. “Your man was looking for them, too. Probably playing with the new kids.”
They wouldn’t have gone far; sulking or not, they both knew better than to leave camp alone. The sun rose, and the joint band set off down the road, leaving her weaving between them as she hunted for her sons. A female voice called cadence, and she caught sight of an old woman walking beside Santi, probably Gabrel herself. Adal hummed along, half-listening, hearing giggling in the crowd. She snagged the shirt of a girl as she ran past, playing keep-away with a bottle. “Hold on, there. You seen my boys?”
She pointed back behind her and wiggled free. Adal glanced up to see two figures dodge back behind one of the pack brahmin, one taller, one shorter. She saw a figure beyond them take note, and set her teeth at the sight of Jeth. He strode towards her, grim. She kept time with the group, letting him approach. “Adal. We didn’t finish talking.”
“I was done. I don’t know about you.” They slowed a little, dropping back until most of the Walker had overtaken them. When they had a little space, she said, “This has gone too wrong.”
“It has. It’s hurting them, now,” he said. He glared as one of the Taner strangers glanced back at them. “We need to either mend this or part ways.”
They walked in silence. She watched her feet, kicking up a little dust as she went. “We used to have something good.”
He looked away, thinking. “You laughed more.”
“You were funnier.”
“We talked.”
“Argued less.” She looked over at him, considering, as he did the same. “We were younger.”
“Y…we changed,” he said. Adal saw him stroke the soft leather of his shirt, the wedding gift she had made him. I will protect you. She rubbed a thumb on the strap of her rifle, salvaged cloth with animal tracks stitched onto it, his gift to her. I will support you.
“We’re walking to Crossroads,” she said. “All the bands are converging. We can…”
“My uncle was named Elder, recently,” Jeth said. “He’ll be forming his own band here. He’s a good man, would be a good example for the boys. Either of them.”
A little stab went through her heart. “Alam’s more yours than mine,” she said, and couldn’t look at him. “Wants to be a mender.”
“He’ll need his mother,” he said.
“I can’t look after them both alone,” she said.
“So find some other man,” he said.
“What’s that—” Adal took a deep breath rather than rise to it. “Take him with you, or he and Ches might kill each other.”
“That’s a reasonable fear,” he said. They kept time with the group, listening to them recite the jody about the first splitting of the Bands. “It’s better, that we Walk different roads.”
“Yeah. End this, before we kill each other.” He didn’t smile, and neither did she. “There’s a lot of mouths to feed now. Gabrel’s folk are planning a hunt. I’ll take Ches, see if I can break it to him out there.”
“Maybe…” he said. She hesitated as she tried to walk away. “Next Crossroads, we’ll be older still. Three years is a long time.”
They looked at each other, and he tried to smile, a grimace that didn’t reach his eyes. She shook her head and lengthened her stride, leaving him behind.