When Messengers Fall (pt3)

Bri may have wanted them to pay less attention to their more inanimate surroundings, but when doing so, all their attention moved to Bri. They watched her arm move toward them, then fall back at her side. Her sleeves were short for the cooling autumn, displaying the rough skin of her arm, colour even darker than Malak’s. It was littered with imperfections, caused from internal and external sources. There was the long white line from when the cat fell on top of her when Malak wasn’t paying attention a couple weeks ago. The dark splotches from childhood acne. The reddish scar from a gouge that Malak didn’t know about.

Malak and Bri had a similar ability of being unaffected in their approach toward other people. However, Bri confronted the next person with a smile, leaving Malak to either follow her or approach another person with their less than approachable technique.

Malak never had to be approachable before this point in their life. Before, approaching a human being had always been considered a miracle, and it didn’t matter how they came off. All that mattered was that they were a messenger. No one could see that now. Apparently the aspect which had always made their status obvious had been wiped away with everything else they had lost in their fall.

They listened to Bri’s conversation instead.

When Messengers Fall (pt2)

“I am always paying attention,” Malak replied. They adjusted their suit collar, perhaps the reason that people stared at them and Bri as they walked through this place. Not that there weren’t businesses in this place, but Malak’s suit suggested the city they now heralded from. “Nothing is new.”

Bri smiled, well worn lines appearing at the edges of her mouth and eyes. “You aren’t lookin’ close enough then.”

Malak then moved to adjust their cuffs. There was little point in it, except for the fidgeting nature they had developed since the change in their life only a few years ago. “There’s nothing we’d be able to see. No one has told you anything of interest. Until such time as which we hear useful information, nothing is new.”

“If you wanted to help out a little more.” It was a rib, as Bri might say. She nudged them with an elbow, something Malak didn’t have the capacity to react to.

When Messengers Fall (pt1)

The town was so much smaller than the city Malak had gotten used to. It lay at the base of the rolling hills which curved up over the western edge of the town centre. The east of the town lay flatter, eventually descending to the river which lay a mere few miles away. The hills were littered with fir trees, older than the buildings and people that they watched over.

If Malak was the type to consider trees to watch anything. The massive amount of needled leaves had their interest. More interesting than the world that currently surrounded them and Bri. The people of this town that was so small, yet large enough for the citizens to not all know each other.

Some of the trees were younger, covering up the land that had been clearcut perhaps ten years before. A blink of an eye, to Malak. To Malak, all of these trees were young. They had lived longer than anything within this vicinity and the youth of the world held no fascination.

Except for Bri. “Are you paying attention?”