Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she observed the small scar carved on the firm golden flesh of the young titan. Did he not understand the message contained within the cicatricial knot? She was a woman of few words-preferring to communicate with her trusty Uzi or her knife, foregoing linguistic endeavors. Her experience with other humans was limited and generally unpleasant. Seldom had she emerged from a post enriched by the contact; indeed, usually she was the only one who emerged, leaving the others in sticky pools of gummimelt or in some other way impeded. How then was she to explain to this apollonian figure who stood gazing down at her with accusing and relentless glare, who left such confusing contrails of words in his wake, that she had no idea of the underlying motivation that drove her to certain acts. The analytic method was unknown to her simplistic mind. How could he understand that the reason they had stood this way, silent and motionless for a week now, was because she had no capacity for self-exploration? And that his very question had immobilized her as effectively as any ropes and chains could do. She gazed up at him with her limpid blue eyes, struggling to capture a concept that eluded her. He had , after all shared his meat with her. "I don't know," she finally stated.
Y'all don't know!!" Bub looked at her aghast. "Ah merely thought we could have us some fun together, Li'l lady. Me bein' somethin of a god myself, if Ah do say so, an' you bein' who you are-but Ah sure wasn't countin' on wakin up and findin' mahself bein' branded in unseemly fashion bah a mere slip of a girl, who didn't have the courtesy to explain just what she was doin' ridin' me like the stallion Ah am and carvin' her name in mah most treasured parts. And now y'all say y'all don' know whah you done it?" Indignation sent sparks from his deepset eyes and caused her to tighten her grip on her weapon.
"It seemed like the right thing to do at the time." She muttered, somewhat intimidated by his logodaedaly and irritated that he was questioning the appropriateness of her actions, something she never did. "After all, you did threaten to cut my hair." Righteous anger returned at the memory. Of course! That was it! Her crowning glory, those shimmering ashblonde locks that waved and curled, caressing her delicate features as she moved, flowing behind her like a proud banner as she ran, untouched by no man save one, had been threatened by this Taurian upstart, no Galahad he! Her discomfort fell away and she met his gaze with her own now steely blue one. "And just why were you after my hair!" she demanded. |
