Chapter 13: Chapter 13: Life is complicated and many paths may cross. Though some are worse than others

My friend is a most curious creature. Still, I can not say what it is exactly, that she is.

 

- A bird, a bee, a sunflower or whatever else, might have you.

 

But I feel as if we have grown to know each other, despite not knowing each other. I am a sunflower, she is Burch.

 

Is that not enough?

 

A day has passed in full and we do not continue our journey. Rather, we sit and hide on the outskirts and curiously gaze towards the many, the collective, as if we were hunters on the prowl along the outskirts of a herd.

 

But we do not hunt. We hide. We skulk. We observe.

 

Are you afraid of your ilk, Burch? Or is there something else at play here?

 

- I can not say.

 

It is perhaps simply, not for a sunflower to ever really know. But there are things that I have come to know, as we sit in the trees and we watch.

 

I have come to know that I do not care for heights.

 

Burch has climbed up a tree and I am on her back.

 

Has any sunflower ever gone up this high before?

 

I never knew that it was possible to go this high up in the world and the tree does not seem to mind our disturbance much.

 

That being said, the amount of sunlight that we can gather here is sub-optimal.

 

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- But my friend refuses to return to the ground. She clambers to the tree, as I clamber to her and the two of us, unable to see the sun, watch the creatures of the houses, of the ‘village’ instead.

 

Most curious.

 

There are similarities between them. The females are akin to herself and the males are akin to the gray-forager, who we ate on the other side of the world. But their skin is not of the same tinge, their hair is not of the woody tone that Burch’s carries, their eyes, what little we have seen of them, are not of the same verdant shade as her own.

 

They are the same, but they are not. Like wolves of different litters, there is a fundamental similarity, but there is a distinct separation of their external features.

 

Is that why we hide? Are you curious as to if we will be accepted by the others?

 

- Fear is a most interesting thing to feel.

 

I wonder what it is like?

 

It must be very exciting for her.

 

I turn my head towards the sky, trying to get even a tiny glimmer of sunlight.

 

I do not manage.

 

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It is later.

 

I managed.

 

Life is funny like that.

 

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