All along the treetop the cacaphony of birds was just a background lullaby to the young Jothani woman who sat on the porch, swinging her legs and peeling potatoes. She wasn't normal, by any stretch of the imagination, something alien once, now just hated and shunned.
But not here.
Something odd had happened here, in this small village out in the great back of beyond marshlands that swallowed up any suggestion that the great river was anything more than a trickle. Here for miles and miles around the great river had widened to a delta, split into rivulets during the floods, but mostly just made everything soggy. Out here where horses couldn't travel, cattle's feet would rot, and Human law dared not penetrate. In these once poisoned deltas something amazing had happened for those willing to brave the dangerous, mutated beasties that still roamed around. Human and Jothani lived side-by-side peacefully.
And so, Shoda Mayeki just sat on the porch, swinging her legs, tickling the fish that were brave enough to try to nibble on her yellowed claws, and peeling potatoes.
1 comment:
I like the broad use of adjectives and the descriptivity ((is that a word?)) of it all. The only thing that jumps out at me is that the very last sentences seems awkward. I almost want to say changed "peeling" to "peeled" or to drop the "and".
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