It was not an ideal place to rest - the waterfall was very loud, even from this distance, to hear well enough. But she had very little choice.
The look of the sky was... she searched for the exact word. Words you think in are important, they decide what you think. The sky was Ominous. It was as if the sky was scared and wanted to warn her of dangers lurking around her. Sky was her friend, she liked the sky. She could almost see the chain going heavenwards. Of the faint memories she had of her father she was almost sure it was him who told her about the invisible chain that connects people who love each other. It is a thick solid chain. And mother was at its end. So was father, wherever he was. He must have smiled shyly when she thought of him, his eye more sad.
She was not scared of animals. She was just very aware that she may find some very intelligent and powerful beings who think of her as food or danger. Not wrongly either, in case of danger. It was only in the case of food that she had a difference of self-interest. She moved soundlessly to change her feet's grip on the thick branch. It was grooved due to its bark, but the slime growing on it made it slippery. Being able to control the direction she jumped in may prolong her life.
It had not been an unpleasant journey as such. It was a little uncomfortable, she did not have all the time to make the preparations needed for the journey, but she was doing very well. She was well on track- she was almost there. She had found all the markers. The Mother Ape, a rock shaped like an aggressive ape. When she climbed the rock she could see the direction in which she had to go: towards the tallest tree. Then the ginger shrubs and finally the waterfall.
She had ran almost all her way. She was much further from anywhere she had been alone ever. Even with mother it would take a whole day and more to reach here. Yes, she was doing good on time, congratulations. She wanted to reach near the plains before dark. Except that she had not calculated for the sudden appearance of dark clouds taking away a good hour and half of daylight from her. And she had to find a place to spend the night. Not to sleep, no no. Maybe she will inevitably dose, but there were beings with much superior night vision, enviable sense of smell, and acute hearing. The nocturnals: creatures of the dark.
She stopped her loud entertaining thinking and switched to the low interference, analytical mode. She heard something faint but heavy. A large beast. More uneven than a hunter's walk. It was almost clumsy. A heavy - baby? It must be a baby buffalo... That was then she heard the loud trumpeting. Or a baby elephant, she finished her thought. And it was very very scared of something. Something much smarter than to be heard over the noise of the waterfall and now the loud trumpeting. And there went the triumphant howl striking freezing terror in the heart of its prey. If the calf was going to live, there was no time to lose.
The look of the sky was... she searched for the exact word. Words you think in are important, they decide what you think. The sky was Ominous. It was as if the sky was scared and wanted to warn her of dangers lurking around her. Sky was her friend, she liked the sky. She could almost see the chain going heavenwards. Of the faint memories she had of her father she was almost sure it was him who told her about the invisible chain that connects people who love each other. It is a thick solid chain. And mother was at its end. So was father, wherever he was. He must have smiled shyly when she thought of him, his eye more sad.
She was not scared of animals. She was just very aware that she may find some very intelligent and powerful beings who think of her as food or danger. Not wrongly either, in case of danger. It was only in the case of food that she had a difference of self-interest. She moved soundlessly to change her feet's grip on the thick branch. It was grooved due to its bark, but the slime growing on it made it slippery. Being able to control the direction she jumped in may prolong her life.
It had not been an unpleasant journey as such. It was a little uncomfortable, she did not have all the time to make the preparations needed for the journey, but she was doing very well. She was well on track- she was almost there. She had found all the markers. The Mother Ape, a rock shaped like an aggressive ape. When she climbed the rock she could see the direction in which she had to go: towards the tallest tree. Then the ginger shrubs and finally the waterfall.
She had ran almost all her way. She was much further from anywhere she had been alone ever. Even with mother it would take a whole day and more to reach here. Yes, she was doing good on time, congratulations. She wanted to reach near the plains before dark. Except that she had not calculated for the sudden appearance of dark clouds taking away a good hour and half of daylight from her. And she had to find a place to spend the night. Not to sleep, no no. Maybe she will inevitably dose, but there were beings with much superior night vision, enviable sense of smell, and acute hearing. The nocturnals: creatures of the dark.
She stopped her loud entertaining thinking and switched to the low interference, analytical mode. She heard something faint but heavy. A large beast. More uneven than a hunter's walk. It was almost clumsy. A heavy - baby? It must be a baby buffalo... That was then she heard the loud trumpeting. Or a baby elephant, she finished her thought. And it was very very scared of something. Something much smarter than to be heard over the noise of the waterfall and now the loud trumpeting. And there went the triumphant howl striking freezing terror in the heart of its prey. If the calf was going to live, there was no time to lose.
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