Wind of Change
"Change is the handmaiden Nature requires to do her miracles with."
-Twain
I have not been very easy on bell. I did not have the motivation to be. I have not been cruel. But I have not been nice either. Why should I be? I am not a nice guy .. so why would I suddenly become one for a slave? Especially a slave who had the guts to come to me and expect me to believe for a moment that she had missed me. Not after the words she had given me.
Today started out no different. I had stated that both blue and bell acted as if they were moving on pins and needles .. nervous. Bell answered me first and I once again asked her the same questions I have asked since this whole thing started. The difference was that this time she actually had answers. Answers I could accept. Answers that logically fit the questions and showed a natural progression of understanding that she had gone through. Answers that made sense to me. That was different. That was new.
I can see bell changing .. growing. Today she was capable of communication. communication that was not emotionally based. Good answers to my demands for explanation to the ideas she wanted me to comprehend. I can not jump from point B to point F without the understanding of the steps between. The steps that brought her from point B to point F. She can not walk away from me one day and simply return and say she figured it all out .. and not have me question what exactly she figured out.
I have no idea where bell and I will go in the future. If anywhere at all. Bell has new responsibilities to Cana and the Kaiila Clan. To a boy she is destined to protect in her way. There are many things bell and I do not agree on .. things that may or may not be important. But one good thing came out of that talk we had by the stream. I will allow her near. I hold no anger towards her. I will allow her to speak to me without the digging in her brain for her maggot. Will she get passed the apathy that she inspired with me? I can not say. But at least she toed up to the line and gave answers to questions that I needed before I would tolerate her in my presence. I have let it go .. removed my grip from it.
As always the wind of change has shaped and molded and what final piece will be offered to the Sky is once more out of my hands and left to the future.
-Twain
I have not been very easy on bell. I did not have the motivation to be. I have not been cruel. But I have not been nice either. Why should I be? I am not a nice guy .. so why would I suddenly become one for a slave? Especially a slave who had the guts to come to me and expect me to believe for a moment that she had missed me. Not after the words she had given me.
Today started out no different. I had stated that both blue and bell acted as if they were moving on pins and needles .. nervous. Bell answered me first and I once again asked her the same questions I have asked since this whole thing started. The difference was that this time she actually had answers. Answers I could accept. Answers that logically fit the questions and showed a natural progression of understanding that she had gone through. Answers that made sense to me. That was different. That was new.
I can see bell changing .. growing. Today she was capable of communication. communication that was not emotionally based. Good answers to my demands for explanation to the ideas she wanted me to comprehend. I can not jump from point B to point F without the understanding of the steps between. The steps that brought her from point B to point F. She can not walk away from me one day and simply return and say she figured it all out .. and not have me question what exactly she figured out.
I have no idea where bell and I will go in the future. If anywhere at all. Bell has new responsibilities to Cana and the Kaiila Clan. To a boy she is destined to protect in her way. There are many things bell and I do not agree on .. things that may or may not be important. But one good thing came out of that talk we had by the stream. I will allow her near. I hold no anger towards her. I will allow her to speak to me without the digging in her brain for her maggot. Will she get passed the apathy that she inspired with me? I can not say. But at least she toed up to the line and gave answers to questions that I needed before I would tolerate her in my presence. I have let it go .. removed my grip from it.
As always the wind of change has shaped and molded and what final piece will be offered to the Sky is once more out of my hands and left to the future.
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