"I trust jour chackels aren't too tight?" I ask the old Dwarf.
"Ah, yes, although they do hinder my ability to move my arms freely..." crowed Aldrick from behind rusted iron bars.
"Yes..." nodded the Dwarf matter of factly.
"... hinder jour ability to move your arms freejy?"
"... but that is the point of the chackles, my friend."
"Oh?! Ah!! I see!!" a wicked grin of understanding spreads across the wrinkles of the weathered Dwarf's face. "Then they are preforming their duty most splendidly!"
The Crippled Main rocks gently, soothing my soul as I watch Alrick examine his chackles with a renewed interest, as if he was seeing them only now for the first time.
"There are times that I envy jou, Mr. Spayce."
The elder Dwarf raised one bushy eyebrow.
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Jes, my friend. Jou remind me of a magestic, magnificent bird where I am from. Beautiful plumage."
"A 'bird' you say? Go on..."
"Ci. La Cotorra. Like other birds, La Cotorra goes away for the harsh, cold, bitch mistress of winter and we welcome her back into our warm, supple bosom of summer. However - and here is the interesting part - when La Cotorra comes back, she does not behave as she did before she left. She is still La Corotta on the outside, but no longer La Corotta on the inside. She is known as Pájaro Malvado. I see in your eyes the Pájaro Malvado, but when I look closer I believe I see La Corotta."
"There are BIRDS in my EYES?" Aldrick's hands fly to his face, feeling around for something that isn't there.
"No, no, no, Mr. Spayce - be at peace, my friend. There are not real birds here... well, maybe a seagull or two depending how far away we are from the land..." I feel myself getting lost chasing a silk thread of the tapestry of madness. With a quick breath, I refocus on the point at hand.
"Jou are not a bird, Mr. Spayce. No... jou are a Dwarf - a Dwarf I feel who has lost sense of who he is and where he has came from. This spayce business where jou are from, this is who jou were, yes? Jou are now who jou choose to be today. For when the Pájaro Malvado comes home to roost, we work as la familia to protect this national treasure and nurture La Corotta back to the beautiful bird she is."
"For every bird? An insurmountable task, surely."
"I did not say every bird, Mr. Spayce."
"What happens to those birds?"
"Let us just say that there are no Pájaro Malvado - or, how you say, "Bad Birds" - in my homeland for long, Mr. Spayce. Where I am from, there are people who stay and do what must be done to rid themselves of the bad birds..." suddenly the weight of memory hits me, pulling my gaze to the floor "...and there are people who can't... do what it takes... and must leave the paradise of home..."
Attempting to gather my composure, I meet Aldrick's eyes.
"Tomorrow brings another day, my friend. Let us make the best of it for the sake of us all..."
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Posted on February 06, 2017 14:07
Epic × 2!