The orc child

3

Aiyana's pov

I woke up to the sound of Nyx packing her bags as I rubbed my eyes the other day. It feels like a hazy memory as I could hardly remember the day my eyes hurt, to say the least of things probably from all the crying though Mama said it's normal to cry... Father says otherwise though..

"Good morning nyx!" I say almost immediately, looking up at her and moving to my side on the sleeping bag she had given me early in the night, i told her no when she offered it but she insisted id take it so I did I didn't want to anger her like I anger my parents as I was going to tell her i was used to sleeping on the ground I found it to be a nice and comforting feeling the grass and earth touch my face and body with a cool midnight breeze grazing my skin, i mean gesture was nice and all though she always looked upset when I told her how mommy and daddy let me sleep I wonder why? I hope she is in a good enough mood to have a conversation. I always was fond of talking even as an orc. I like talking. My father used to call me a yapper. I wonder if it's a good thing or bad? I never did quite ask though I'll add it to the list of questions I shall ask him after seeing him again!

Mother must be ever so worried about me going, she'll be devastated upon realizing my disappearance at least I think she would as we used to have these late-night talks I enjoyed when father was out hunting or going to war, she wasn't like father whats so ever which brought me to realize that no matter how much one tries to be like someone they will forever be themselves, mother always tried to be like father so have many other orcs and yet none of them could do it all still managing to be themselves which I feel is a good thing, the world would be such a bor if everyone was the same...I think..or maybe it wouldn't? Maybe everyone would get along for once and there would be no war.. Ever it would just be gone... wow what a thought! Then everyone could live in peace and harmony and I'd have a lot of friends and we'd all talk.. I wonder if Nyx likes my talking...maybe she does!...or maybe finds it annoying like father an-

"Morning' kiddo" I hear Nyx reply to me, and then I realize I forgot to ask how her night was! How rude of me! I looked at her as I was surprised to see she looked to be in a relatively good mood? I'm not used to this! mother and father were always so cranky in the morning as both were night owls, i believe they have told me I'm an early bird! Maybe Nyx is an early bird too! Another thing we may have in common how exciting! Father used to say in the morning when trying to get him up "'Aiyana it's too early to hear you talk this much yap" my father would say in a scolding tone though then he'd be mad he was 30 minutes late after pushing me away from waking hom witch I did not understand at all. I mean the previous night he asked me to wake him so why was he mad when I do so?" but nyx looked like it was mid-day ready to go and do whatever she needed

"How'd you sleep?" I finally got to the question I should have asked in the beginning: that's the proper way to wake up Mother always said! A nice question with a good attitude! I would make breakfast but there was nothing to make breakfast with as mother always said a proper young lady should always make a guest food! Wait... But Nyx isn't a guest. I'm the guest...wait but I did join her on her journey..so what would I be?

I think to myself finally getting up I'm hoping to spark some kind of conversation at least to know more about her she seems so mysterious like the characters in the book I read, well the books I'm not supposed to read...father said readings for boys but I think it can be for anyone...I think that to myself boldly yet will never say that out loud to his face

I look at her as I do so studying her features and her scent. She smells of dust, faint vanilla and mad..maybe old perfume? She had on the everyday clothes of an elf in my father's stories..yet she wasn't small like one she was at medium height maybe 5 '5? Or lower. I wonder if she's an elf..well it's hard to tell...her face is covered and her hair hides her ears...maybe I should ask! No wait... that's weird...wait no it's not it's just like asking a name...or is it?