The Untrusted 8
Azrea.....what does she do to preoccupy her mind the first day.......
Sorry its a bit short, I will be posting the next part as soon as I can. And thanks for reading. Also thanks for the wonderful comments. =3
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Azrea stood there a moment longer before she slowly made her way to the first guest room. She looked at the bed and suddenly felt a wave of fatigue; so she crawled into the soft bed and was out in seconds. Azrea woke up to a dull pain in her stomach. She quickly looked at her belly and to her relief she saw that she was unharmed. Then her belly growled and she realized the pain was because she was so hunger. Azrea reluctantly crawled out of the soft warm bed and instantly wanted to crawl back inside. It was freezing and it didn’t help that she was in so little. Azrea hugged herself and ventured out of the room and made her way to the tunnel intersections. She looked down the boys’ tunnel and only saw blackness. Azrea contemplated if her problem was bad enough to bother him or not; her decision was made quickly, though, when a small breeze coursed through the tunnels and sent her into a fit of shivering.
"Syrian," Azrea said, but there was no answer so again, louder this time, she tired, "Syrian,"
"What," the answer came from beside Azrea and she quickly turned to face him, not hearing him approach, she was a little surprised and jumped. Azrea blushed and quickly looked away when she saw that all he had on was a towel wrapped around his weights’.
"Well, I was wondering if you had any spare clothes or something because well this top does nothing to keep me warm or covered," Azrea said quietly for she was embarrassed again for her state of undress. Syrian walked past Azrea and headed down his tunnel not saying anything or even acknowledging that he heard her request.
Azrea looked up and wanted to shout to see if he had forgotten her or something, but she refrained from it, knowing that it wouldn’t do any good and would just annoy her grudging host. She waited a little longer to see if he would come back out, but it was to no avail. Azrea turned around and started heading for the kitchen tunnel, figuring to herself that she was on her own for anything.
"Here, you don’t look much bigger than me so these should fit you," Syrian said, and because she hadn’t heard him come up behind her she jumped again. Azrea turned around to see Syrian holding a bundle of clothes. Quickly he tossed them over to her as if it he did not want her touch anywhere near him and she was barely able to catch them. Azrea smiled at his kindness, but his friendliness was short lived, "take a bath; I don’t want you to soil anything with your filth," he said with not an ounce of kindness he turned back to his tunnel. Azrea was about to yell at him for being so mean, but stopped herself. ‘He has done enough to help me and I know he really doesn’t want me here so yelling at him wouldn’t be a good way of saying thanks,’ she thought. So instead she voiced something else, "Thanks." Syrian didn’t give any sign that he had heard her.
When Syrian was out of sight Azrea took a look at the clothes he had given her. The shirt was a plain white, tank-top, that looked like it would hug her body comfortably. Azrea was puzzled at why Syrian would have such a shirt in his wardrobe; for Azrea could tell the shirt was made for girl and not a guy. The pants were also made for a girl and they were the same kind Azrea had on now. An interesting thought came to her mind as she looked at the clothes ‘Maybe he’s a transvestite and that’s why he doesn’t like a lot of people because he’s embarrassed of it. Or he just finds it fun to cross dress,’ she mused The only other thing he had given her was a towel which was fine with her; for if he had given her any undergarments she would seriously have to wonder about him.
Azrea walked to the tunnel that had the hot spring in it. The room was warm and had a convenient shelf to put her clothes on and there was a brush and a bar of what she thought was soap on another smaller shelf next to the larger one. Azrea smiled with amusement for this place was never what she expected it to be. After she undressed, and pulled her hair out of a ponytail, Azrea wadded into the warm water and breathing a sigh of relief leaned back against one of the walls and sat there and soaked. Realizing she had been in there long enough to turn her skin all wrinkly like a raisin she figured she should use the strange soap and wash her body. It was a very interesting bar for when she used it on her hair it felt like it was both shampoo and conditioner and smelled like the kind she used at home, but when she used it on her body it felt like body soap and it too smelled like the same kind she used at home but it looked nothing like it. Shaking her head in wonderment, she got out and toweled dry her head swirling with all sorts of questions.
When she was finished getting dressed and putting her hair up again Azrea decided to go to the kitchen to get some food for her belly was again protesting its empty state. When she got to the tunnel intersection she went straight to the kitchen. Azrea looked around, but regrettably she didn’t see any food or anything that could possibly hold anything other than dried goods in the cupboard; going to the first cupboard to her and opened it. At first Azrea couldn’t take in what she was seeing. In the cupboard there was roast, mashed potatoes and gravy, like you would see in a fridge but it was warm not cold like one. Azrea shut the cupboard and reopened it; again she was amazed for instead of roast and mashed potatoes there was ham, a loaf of bread, a carton of eggs, and milk. At first she silently questioned how this was possible, but the answer quickly entered her mind; it had to be magic. Magic, though, didn’t explain why Syrian had modern stuff everywhere. Azrea promised herself that when she saw Syrian again she would ask him about it. Then without another though on the problem Azrea grabbed the food out of the cupboard and set them on the table.
She then looked around in the other cupboards and found pans, cups, bowls, plates, silverware, and other things she needed for cooking. Azrea smiled and put a pan on the gas stove and, turned on the gas stove, she started cooking the ham. She then put a pan on the other side of the stove and started cooking the eggs. As she cooked and spiced the eggs and ham she also cut the bread and, after opening smaller cupboard and finding butter, toasted the bread and buttered it. Azrea then pulled out a plate, cup, and some silverware. Then she had to rush back over to the eggs so they didn’t burn. That is where she was when Syrian came silently into the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" he asked, but his voice was clear of any anger or annoyance. Azrea looked over her shoulder to see Syrian standing in the kitchen doorway looking at her with a blank face; as if not really interested in her answer.
Azrea gave him a smile, "I’m cooking breakfast,"
"Its late-afternoon," he stated flatly.
"Oh, well," Azrea said shrugging her shoulders, "You want some?" she asked as an afterthought.
"No," he said and then he turned to walk out of the kitchen.
That’s when Azrea remembered her questions, "Wait I have a question or two I want to ask you,"
Syrian didn’t slow as he answered, "Cool?... Seems you always have questions," Azrea wanted to run after him and demand that he answer her questions, but she had to tend to her food else it would burn.
After Azrea was done with her food she cleaned the dishes in the sink and then put them away. Then she went to her own room and tidied up, but with that done she didn’t know what else to do. So find herself bored she went to the other rooms and tidied them up too. Azrea took a broom, mop, and wash rag, which she found in a closet of one of the rooms, and started thoroughly cleaning down all the rooms. And when she was done cleaning the extra rooms she moved to the kitchen and storage room.
It took at least four hours and when she was done Azrea was tired again, but she was happy for the rooms looked so much better. With nothing else to do, and not quite ready to go to bed, Azrea strolled down the tunnel that lead to the entrance of the cave; with all intentions of going outside. Yet when she got to the entrance of the cave and she was able to see outside; she saw to her disappointment that it was raining. Not wanting to get her clothes wet and dirty, and having to ask Syria for more when he had been so grudging with the first one, Azrea resigned herself to stay inside, no matter how mind-numbing. Later that night Azrea finally went to bed; letting sleep consume her and the dream world take her away.
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Azrea stood there a moment longer before she slowly made her way to the first guest room. She looked at the bed and suddenly felt a wave of fatigue; so she crawled into the soft bed and was out in seconds. Azrea woke up to a dull pain in her stomach. She quickly looked at her belly and to her relief she saw that she was unharmed. Then her belly growled and she realized the pain was because she was so hunger. Azrea reluctantly crawled out of the soft warm bed and instantly wanted to crawl back inside. It was freezing and it didn’t help that she was in so little. Azrea hugged herself and ventured out of the room and made her way to the tunnel intersections. She looked down the boys’ tunnel and only saw blackness. Azrea contemplated if her problem was bad enough to bother him or not; her decision was made quickly, though, when a small breeze coursed through the tunnels and sent her into a fit of shivering.
"Syrian," Azrea said, but there was no answer so again, louder this time, she tired, "Syrian,"
"What," the answer came from beside Azrea and she quickly turned to face him, not hearing him approach, she was a little surprised and jumped. Azrea blushed and quickly looked away when she saw that all he had on was a towel wrapped around his weights’.
"Well, I was wondering if you had any spare clothes or something because well this top does nothing to keep me warm or covered," Azrea said quietly for she was embarrassed again for her state of undress. Syrian walked past Azrea and headed down his tunnel not saying anything or even acknowledging that he heard her request.
Azrea looked up and wanted to shout to see if he had forgotten her or something, but she refrained from it, knowing that it wouldn’t do any good and would just annoy her grudging host. She waited a little longer to see if he would come back out, but it was to no avail. Azrea turned around and started heading for the kitchen tunnel, figuring to herself that she was on her own for anything.
"Here, you don’t look much bigger than me so these should fit you," Syrian said, and because she hadn’t heard him come up behind her she jumped again. Azrea turned around to see Syrian holding a bundle of clothes. Quickly he tossed them over to her as if it he did not want her touch anywhere near him and she was barely able to catch them. Azrea smiled at his kindness, but his friendliness was short lived, "take a bath; I don’t want you to soil anything with your filth," he said with not an ounce of kindness he turned back to his tunnel. Azrea was about to yell at him for being so mean, but stopped herself. ‘He has done enough to help me and I know he really doesn’t want me here so yelling at him wouldn’t be a good way of saying thanks,’ she thought. So instead she voiced something else, "Thanks." Syrian didn’t give any sign that he had heard her.
When Syrian was out of sight Azrea took a look at the clothes he had given her. The shirt was a plain white, tank-top, that looked like it would hug her body comfortably. Azrea was puzzled at why Syrian would have such a shirt in his wardrobe; for Azrea could tell the shirt was made for girl and not a guy. The pants were also made for a girl and they were the same kind Azrea had on now. An interesting thought came to her mind as she looked at the clothes ‘Maybe he’s a transvestite and that’s why he doesn’t like a lot of people because he’s embarrassed of it. Or he just finds it fun to cross dress,’ she mused The only other thing he had given her was a towel which was fine with her; for if he had given her any undergarments she would seriously have to wonder about him.
Azrea walked to the tunnel that had the hot spring in it. The room was warm and had a convenient shelf to put her clothes on and there was a brush and a bar of what she thought was soap on another smaller shelf next to the larger one. Azrea smiled with amusement for this place was never what she expected it to be. After she undressed, and pulled her hair out of a ponytail, Azrea wadded into the warm water and breathing a sigh of relief leaned back against one of the walls and sat there and soaked. Realizing she had been in there long enough to turn her skin all wrinkly like a raisin she figured she should use the strange soap and wash her body. It was a very interesting bar for when she used it on her hair it felt like it was both shampoo and conditioner and smelled like the kind she used at home, but when she used it on her body it felt like body soap and it too smelled like the same kind she used at home but it looked nothing like it. Shaking her head in wonderment, she got out and toweled dry her head swirling with all sorts of questions.
When she was finished getting dressed and putting her hair up again Azrea decided to go to the kitchen to get some food for her belly was again protesting its empty state. When she got to the tunnel intersection she went straight to the kitchen. Azrea looked around, but regrettably she didn’t see any food or anything that could possibly hold anything other than dried goods in the cupboard; going to the first cupboard to her and opened it. At first Azrea couldn’t take in what she was seeing. In the cupboard there was roast, mashed potatoes and gravy, like you would see in a fridge but it was warm not cold like one. Azrea shut the cupboard and reopened it; again she was amazed for instead of roast and mashed potatoes there was ham, a loaf of bread, a carton of eggs, and milk. At first she silently questioned how this was possible, but the answer quickly entered her mind; it had to be magic. Magic, though, didn’t explain why Syrian had modern stuff everywhere. Azrea promised herself that when she saw Syrian again she would ask him about it. Then without another though on the problem Azrea grabbed the food out of the cupboard and set them on the table.
She then looked around in the other cupboards and found pans, cups, bowls, plates, silverware, and other things she needed for cooking. Azrea smiled and put a pan on the gas stove and, turned on the gas stove, she started cooking the ham. She then put a pan on the other side of the stove and started cooking the eggs. As she cooked and spiced the eggs and ham she also cut the bread and, after opening smaller cupboard and finding butter, toasted the bread and buttered it. Azrea then pulled out a plate, cup, and some silverware. Then she had to rush back over to the eggs so they didn’t burn. That is where she was when Syrian came silently into the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" he asked, but his voice was clear of any anger or annoyance. Azrea looked over her shoulder to see Syrian standing in the kitchen doorway looking at her with a blank face; as if not really interested in her answer.
Azrea gave him a smile, "I’m cooking breakfast,"
"Its late-afternoon," he stated flatly.
"Oh, well," Azrea said shrugging her shoulders, "You want some?" she asked as an afterthought.
"No," he said and then he turned to walk out of the kitchen.
That’s when Azrea remembered her questions, "Wait I have a question or two I want to ask you,"
Syrian didn’t slow as he answered, "Cool?... Seems you always have questions," Azrea wanted to run after him and demand that he answer her questions, but she had to tend to her food else it would burn.
After Azrea was done with her food she cleaned the dishes in the sink and then put them away. Then she went to her own room and tidied up, but with that done she didn’t know what else to do. So find herself bored she went to the other rooms and tidied them up too. Azrea took a broom, mop, and wash rag, which she found in a closet of one of the rooms, and started thoroughly cleaning down all the rooms. And when she was done cleaning the extra rooms she moved to the kitchen and storage room.
It took at least four hours and when she was done Azrea was tired again, but she was happy for the rooms looked so much better. With nothing else to do, and not quite ready to go to bed, Azrea strolled down the tunnel that lead to the entrance of the cave; with all intentions of going outside. Yet when she got to the entrance of the cave and she was able to see outside; she saw to her disappointment that it was raining. Not wanting to get her clothes wet and dirty, and having to ask Syria for more when he had been so grudging with the first one, Azrea resigned herself to stay inside, no matter how mind-numbing. Later that night Azrea finally went to bed; letting sleep consume her and the dream world take her away.
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