Thread: Ishi's Travels

Ishi did not turn back towards the man that had just insulted her as she continued towards the others. Not only had he insulted her hospitality, she had wasted valuable time away from her chores in an effort to strengthen this intruder before facing the master. Was he so blind or self centered that he could not see that?! As Ishi reached the others, they greeted each other as always was the custom, but for some reason they seemed to be keeping their distance this morning. Perhaps it was the look on her face, or the way she her hoe was cutting into the ground with a passion. Everyone that worked the fields knew that Ishi seemed to have a gift with making things seem to simply spring out of the ground, they had even heard that while the master raised her as if she were one of his own she had somehow saved his son from death. But no one knew how it happened and no one was allowed to ask. Now here she was in a state none of them had ever seen before. But Ishi was deep in thought. Even in her anger, this John had touched a nerve somehow. A nerve she never knew existed. It was something in his manner, his disposition of authority, his royal attitude which seemed out of place from someone breaking into another man's private space. The more she thought of this man, the more irritated she got. So concentrated that she hadn't realized that the plants around her were withering and slowly dieing. But it did not go unnoticed by the others. So shocked, they had stopped working and stood there watching her as she left a trail of dead plants in her wake. Suddenly, Ishi could feel eyes upon her and she stopped her work, straightened suddenly and looked up to see all the workers starring at her. Was that fear in their eyes? Immediately her eyes widened, for surely there was something . What is wrong? Spinning around, prepared for some predatory animal that had slipped into the compound, or the occasional slave that turns mad from captivity, but that rarely happened from those who came here from birth. But as she turned to look, there was no one there. It wasn't until her eyes slowly fell to the ground that she saw the destruction she had left behind, and she gasped, covering her mouth and holding back the tears. Composing herself, she brought her hands down to her side and turned back to the workers who she now understood why they were looking at her like that. Go...go to the rest area and tell cook Ishi said to give you some sweetness to give you more energy for the work ahead. I will clean up this mess and when you return we shall quickly finish and enjoy a cool glass of spring water together. She smiled warmly towards them, even though she wanted to cry at the death she had just caused. Slowly, the group left, one following the other, some looking back at Ishi with intrepid eyes. She simply smiled and waves to them as they left, calling out...Tell cook to make sure she gives you a big plate! When the last one was finally far enough away, she walked over to the plants, fell to her knees and wept like a child, holding the withered stems like a mother would a sick child. As her tears fell upon the plant, it began to heal. Its healing touched the next plant, that plant the one next to it until they were all grown, green and well. But still Ishi cried. For never had anyone angered her so since that time so long ago. What was it about this John that got under her skin so? And why was she not able to control it now? After all these years, why was she not able to control that dark part of herself from surfacing just because of one man from the other side of the wall?!