Pleasing Tribes [ON HOLD| REWRITING]

11 GOOD QUESTION

Chapter11- good question

AIDA

I awoke when it was already dark. The skies looked pretty as it was right now. The stars were scattered on it making it even more beautiful.

I walked out of the hut to find my captor sitting in front of a fire. The gift of the gods to man and woman of course. They had sent a messenger to teach the craft of it creation to us. That is a story for another day.

I walk slowly towards him. He must have noticed my presence. He turns to me but I do not look at him directly. The pain has lessened a lot but I was still having some difficulty with speed.

I hope I heal fast.

"Good evening, your highness"

I try to bend a little to signify respect at least he deserves it for helping me this much. I have heard that his people are cannibals but he did not eat me. Although right now I am questioning the accuracy of the rumours, I have heard.

Let me say I tried but my body's reaction was not nice. The pain to my back was very sharp and intense. The prince does something shocking. He gets up to help me. He even helps me to seat.

He is indeed kind. That I think before realize that that might have just been an attempt to touch me.

It makes me to vex, good thing is that I am good at hiding my emotions. At least he sets me some distance away from himself.

After that, he deems it fit to reply me.

"Evening, you look better"

"Thank you"

I try my best to be as curt as possible. Any mistake can put me in the worst of dangers.

"You have said that enough times today"

If he was trying to make me talk to him, I will not.

I keep quiet but he just starts staring at me. I notice form the corner of my eye. Thus, I keep looking down. At some point, I cannot take it any more

He was blatantly staring.

"Why do you always do that?" I question

"Do what?"

Playing dumb, not to worry I will educate you

"Look at me" I pause to think "No gawk at me openly" or not

Just imagine? He snickers

He looks at me again. Almost as though he was challenging silently

'What would you do, what can you do?'

"Like how?"

Still acting dumb. I do not blame you it is natural.

"Like that" I say as I gestures to his eyes.

I dared to tell him that it makes me uncomfortable. It was as if he was occupying personal space without coming closer.

He laughs again. Do I sound like some kind of jester to him?

"I still do not understand. Can you explain? "

His voice is full of humour. This was funny to him. Yet I remain calm.

I look to the ground at the marks I had been inscribing. All this I had to be transferring my rage to something. I guess the receiver was the ground not the fool sitting beside me.

"It is absurd. Do not you think that a prince is to carry himself well?"

I reply in the most respectful way I can put it.