To Someone I don't know.
You could hear her greetings from even over the hill. Across Green grass
and bluer skies her calls broke out in a shrill shout. Eking over to the field
as quick as she was able to carrying a large basket.
Her little white dress fluttered with each stride down the hill
Ana: Mr.Martiri! Mr.Martiri!
Mr.Martiri: Little Ana. Those the dates I asked fer'?
Ana: Mhm Your not gonna eat all of'em are you?
Mr.Martiri: Nah. Need'em in some work I'm doin-
-set that on the shelf fer me please.
Ana: Oh, okay. Okay.
Mr.Martiri: Have you gone over those books I gave ya?
Ana: Mhm Mhm, Lis'pina for infections, Roquena for
sickness and Jaqu leaves for abrasions.
Mr.Martiri: Good. Bring it back tomorrow then.
I'll go over it some more with ya.
Ana raised up to stack the basket on the metal shelf,
turning back to Mr.Martiri to ask a question.
He sat back into his metal chair, performing the all known ritual of
lighting his cigar with a match. Quiet for a moment as Ana shoved the
basket further back onto the shelf.
Mr.Martiri: Where's that question commin from Ana?
Ana: I just see you with them, usually more than Pa even.
Mr.Martiri: Ana I'm gonna ask you a question instead.
Ana: Okay. . .
He sat back shaded under the potted plants surrounding him.
Speaking firmly and with a clear voice.
Mr.Martiri: Ana whats these plants beside me to ya?
Ana: Uh.. Plants. They look pretty.
Mr.Martiri: How about those Iguanas that loiter here?
Ana: They're sorta annoying.
Mr.Martiri: Now how about ya Ma n' Pa?
Ana: I love'em both a lot. They're family.
Mr.Martiri: So why don't ya love these plants or lizards 'ere?
Ana: Cause.. they're animals, n'plants.
Mr.Martiri: Well what's an Altalar then?
Ana: I. I dunno..
Mr.Martiri: Altalar ain't plants. They ain't Animals either.
So what are they Ana?
Ana: I'm.. I'm not sure Mr.Martiri.
Mr.Martiri: That ain't ya fault for not knowin youngin.
See those Altalar workin down there are people. Like me n'you.
Ana: People? But they got pointy ears and pale skin.
Mr.Martiri: But they got stories, hearts n'families like you youngin.
Just like you n' me. Them folk got souls just like you n'me.
Ana: ...
You could hear her greetings from even over the hill. Across Green grass
and bluer skies her calls broke out in a shrill shout. Eking over to the field
as quick as she was able to carrying a large basket.
Her little white dress fluttered with each stride down the hill
Ana: Mr.Martiri! Mr.Martiri!
Mr.Martiri: Little Ana. Those the dates I asked fer'?
Ana: Mhm Your not gonna eat all of'em are you?
Mr.Martiri: Nah. Need'em in some work I'm doin-
-set that on the shelf fer me please.
Ana: Oh, okay. Okay.
Mr.Martiri: Have you gone over those books I gave ya?
Ana: Mhm Mhm, Lis'pina for infections, Roquena for
sickness and Jaqu leaves for abrasions.
Mr.Martiri: Good. Bring it back tomorrow then.
I'll go over it some more with ya.
Ana raised up to stack the basket on the metal shelf,
turning back to Mr.Martiri to ask a question.
He sat back into his metal chair, performing the all known ritual of
lighting his cigar with a match. Quiet for a moment as Ana shoved the
basket further back onto the shelf.
Mr.Martiri: Where's that question commin from Ana?
Ana: I just see you with them, usually more than Pa even.
Mr.Martiri: Ana I'm gonna ask you a question instead.
Ana: Okay. . .
He sat back shaded under the potted plants surrounding him.
Speaking firmly and with a clear voice.
Mr.Martiri: Ana whats these plants beside me to ya?
Ana: Uh.. Plants. They look pretty.
Mr.Martiri: How about those Iguanas that loiter here?
Ana: They're sorta annoying.
Mr.Martiri: Now how about ya Ma n' Pa?
Ana: I love'em both a lot. They're family.
Mr.Martiri: So why don't ya love these plants or lizards 'ere?
Ana: Cause.. they're animals, n'plants.
Mr.Martiri: Well what's an Altalar then?
Ana: I. I dunno..
Mr.Martiri: Altalar ain't plants. They ain't Animals either.
So what are they Ana?
Ana: I'm.. I'm not sure Mr.Martiri.
Mr.Martiri: That ain't ya fault for not knowin youngin.
See those Altalar workin down there are people. Like me n'you.
Ana: People? But they got pointy ears and pale skin.
Mr.Martiri: But they got stories, hearts n'families like you youngin.
Just like you n' me. Them folk got souls just like you n'me.
Ana: ...
Mr.Martiri: I don't reckon you'll understand now but that's
the answer fer'ya question Ana. Maybe one day you'll figure it out.
Ana: That's. . . Confusing- but.
Ana: I think I get it.
This is Ana Cervantez I pick randomly with a couple
of friends recommendation's for this.
Here's a bit more work done for their
now adult character. That is all.
of friends recommendation's for this.
Here's a bit more work done for their
now adult character. That is all.
