Storm Tamer, The by M. Garnet

Author:M. Garnet
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: alpha male, near future, control of the storms, alien invader, fantasy, rescued by alien, super powers, urban fantasy
Publisher: New Concepts Publishing

Chapter Eighteen

Margo again woke to find the old woman Bada sitting beside her flat bed. "Hey Bada, don't you have a bed of your own? Where do you sleep?"

"I sleep here." Bada waved her hand behind her at the leaf curtains that separated the rooms.

What Margo was finding surprising was that although not all of Bada's sentences made any sense, she said words without any accent. She was a good mimic.

As Margo was getting dressed she tried to explain her problems to Bada.

"Bada, I am here because I needed to escape from a strange man who was holding me as sort of a prisoner. I am trying to get back to my own home. I have someone important I need to get back to and rescue him. He is in trouble also. Do you understand what I am trying to explain?"

"Okay." Bada nodded her head.

Sighing Margo continued. "What I am trying to say is that I need to leave the Noova and find my way home."

Bada nodded. "Yo. Go eat." The woman stood up and waved to lead the way out of the hut.

Thinking that she hadn't explained herself correctly, Margo hurried after the older woman as Bada headed out to the tables for breakfast. She had learned early from Bada that they didn't name their meals. There wasn't a breakfast or lunch or dinner. They didn't even call the meals first or last. A meal was just a meal, served at a time when everyone would expect to eat.

Actually, when Margo asked, they didn't have a lot of proper nouns in their language, so Bada couldn't give her names for some things. Each river was just a river, and each settlement was just that, a location where a lot of people were staying for a while. Smaller ones were temporary and larger ones seemed to be permanent. No one named them after the local trees or hills or the person who first found them. Their language was simple and not cluttered.

But it was confusing, and she couldn't speak it, so she had to rely on Bada who seemed a bit independent on what she chose to tell others or interpreted to Margo. Add to that was the fact that she felt the hunter's eyes on her whenever she went out of her hut.

Margo took to carrying or wearing her backpack all the time. Her thought was that they would get used to seeing her with it and they wouldn't get suspicious. She had to wander around and go out into the forest at different times just to see how people would react. It only took two days for her escorts to give up and quit following her every move.

As she walked under the old high trees with almost no cover underneath, she always just looked up or looked down, she would pick some wildflowers. If she passed anyone, she smiled and even sometimes looked at what they might be doing in the forest themselves. They often were gathering roots or fungal growths; some even looked like regular mushrooms.

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