Noah
Yurashni awoke from his drunken slumber to the searing of his eyelids. Swearing to destroy the sun given the chance, he rolled over and squinted around at the rest of his sleeping friends, a headache threatening to send him back to unconsciousness.
Nothing a little more booze won't fix.
He half crawled half walked his way from goatskin to goatskin; not a drop left in anyone's stash. He let out a strained groan and realized just how thirsty he was; the sun was beating down with such fury you would of thought it was punishing them for their antics.
He noticed a live miniature of their wooden god crawling on one teen's leg and shuddered.
If I stay out here I'll die, may as well go home...
He relocated his garments and trudged his way back across the dessert to the village, leaving his mates behind.
Nothing a little more booze won't fix.
He half crawled half walked his way from goatskin to goatskin; not a drop left in anyone's stash. He let out a strained groan and realized just how thirsty he was; the sun was beating down with such fury you would of thought it was punishing them for their antics.
He noticed a live miniature of their wooden god crawling on one teen's leg and shuddered.
If I stay out here I'll die, may as well go home...
He relocated his garments and trudged his way back across the dessert to the village, leaving his mates behind.
"Beware the wrath of God!" an old man's all too familiar voice boomed.
Hayu groaned a curse. How did I let myself go down this street.
She turned and looked over at the short man with the long white beard.
Noah.
The craziest of all the crazies. Rumor had it that he had been working on his giant wooden box out in the middle of the sand for almost an hundred years, declaring to all the dessert that one day water of all things would fall from the sky, drowning us all for our sins.
Whats his problem? We never sin! We're just having fun-
"Hayu! didn't see you at the party last night, you missed out!" a tall grinning boy grabbed her shoulder.
She looked over at him,"My stupid master was making me work! Can you believe it?"
"I believe it," he rolled his eyes "She's always off having her own fun and never lets you!"
Always!
"I know!" she smiled sweetly and played with her earring, the mark of a slave.
They continued walking together for a ways before she pulled him behind a tent and slapped her hand over his mouth.
"Who is it?"
"Sham! Noah's son!"
"That God man?"
"The one and only--besides his family of course"
They watched him pass by before walking along the back of the tents to the side streets.
Hayu stopped and grinned up at Yurashni, draped her slender arms around his neck, and tossing her long brown hair over her shoulder she whispered "I'm not working now tho..."
He laughed and pulled her close, "You sure "God" won't mind?"
"I'm sure"
Hayu groaned a curse. How did I let myself go down this street.
She turned and looked over at the short man with the long white beard.
Noah.
The craziest of all the crazies. Rumor had it that he had been working on his giant wooden box out in the middle of the sand for almost an hundred years, declaring to all the dessert that one day water of all things would fall from the sky, drowning us all for our sins.
Whats his problem? We never sin! We're just having fun-
"Hayu! didn't see you at the party last night, you missed out!" a tall grinning boy grabbed her shoulder.
She looked over at him,"My stupid master was making me work! Can you believe it?"
"I believe it," he rolled his eyes "She's always off having her own fun and never lets you!"
Always!
"I know!" she smiled sweetly and played with her earring, the mark of a slave.
They continued walking together for a ways before she pulled him behind a tent and slapped her hand over his mouth.
"Who is it?"
"Sham! Noah's son!"
"That God man?"
"The one and only--besides his family of course"
They watched him pass by before walking along the back of the tents to the side streets.
Hayu stopped and grinned up at Yurashni, draped her slender arms around his neck, and tossing her long brown hair over her shoulder she whispered "I'm not working now tho..."
He laughed and pulled her close, "You sure "God" won't mind?"
"I'm sure"
"Are we expecting again Hayu?"
Berth looked at her swollen stomach at giggled. "Who's the father this time?"
She received a murderous glare from her friend. "Probably Yurashni, but who cares?"
Yurashni... Yurashni, lets see...
"Oh! The kid who fell last week!"
"Yes, the same."
"He was obviously an idiot, it doesn't matter."
Anyone who gets drunk enough to fall off a sand hill to his death is an idiot.
"Why would it?" her friend waved around her goblet and narrowed her eyes.
Oops.
"I just thought you might have liked spending time with this one is all,"
"Not that much" she relaxed.
"Did you hear? That old man is done with his... what did he call it? Arc? Yes, he finished building it. And hes loading animals onto it! So stupid!"
"Yeah I heard!" Berth threw more spices into the sacrificial fire.
Hayu followed suit. They worked in silence save for their chantings.
Berth looked up to the giant wooden scorpion and tossed in more cactus.
I sure hope this will keep us safe.
"Do you ever think... maybe," Berth said.
Hayu's fire illuminated black eyes met Berth's Honey colored.
"Think what?"
Berth shook her brown curly head, "Nothing, I just heard that the old man might be right about "God" after all and-"
Her murmur was interrupted by Hayu's loud girlish cackle.
"Right? That's the most stupid thing I've ever heard!," she held her belly with one arm and threw back her head,"Who told you that?"
"Um, I just heard it in the streets." Berth said with a laugh.
"Well, if you hear anymore let me know, I could use more good laughs!"
"I will!," she smiled and they set down their goblets "Lets go to the party now."
"All right, are you sure "God" won't mind?" Hayu laughed.
They walked out of the cloth temple and look at the sky. Strange gray smoke filled it. A drop of water fell onto Berth's shoulder.
"Yeah"
Berth looked at her swollen stomach at giggled. "Who's the father this time?"
She received a murderous glare from her friend. "Probably Yurashni, but who cares?"
Yurashni... Yurashni, lets see...
"Oh! The kid who fell last week!"
"Yes, the same."
"He was obviously an idiot, it doesn't matter."
Anyone who gets drunk enough to fall off a sand hill to his death is an idiot.
"Why would it?" her friend waved around her goblet and narrowed her eyes.
Oops.
"I just thought you might have liked spending time with this one is all,"
"Not that much" she relaxed.
"Did you hear? That old man is done with his... what did he call it? Arc? Yes, he finished building it. And hes loading animals onto it! So stupid!"
"Yeah I heard!" Berth threw more spices into the sacrificial fire.
Hayu followed suit. They worked in silence save for their chantings.
Berth looked up to the giant wooden scorpion and tossed in more cactus.
I sure hope this will keep us safe.
"Do you ever think... maybe," Berth said.
Hayu's fire illuminated black eyes met Berth's Honey colored.
"Think what?"
Berth shook her brown curly head, "Nothing, I just heard that the old man might be right about "God" after all and-"
Her murmur was interrupted by Hayu's loud girlish cackle.
"Right? That's the most stupid thing I've ever heard!," she held her belly with one arm and threw back her head,"Who told you that?"
"Um, I just heard it in the streets." Berth said with a laugh.
"Well, if you hear anymore let me know, I could use more good laughs!"
"I will!," she smiled and they set down their goblets "Lets go to the party now."
"All right, are you sure "God" won't mind?" Hayu laughed.
They walked out of the cloth temple and look at the sky. Strange gray smoke filled it. A drop of water fell onto Berth's shoulder.
"Yeah"
I hope you all enjoyed this short read! As you can tell I could use some constructive criticism. I can tell it seems a bit rushed, do you have any tips for that?
~Cayla
Also note that there wasn't actually alcohol back before the flood, that part is fiction for the sake of the story.
~Cayla
Also note that there wasn't actually alcohol back before the flood, that part is fiction for the sake of the story.