Miniwrimo Day 14
"I am not so busy on a Remstan as you would like to assume, Sray. A day spent outside with a good book might be just the thing. Or reviewing papers outside of a stuffy office."
Sray looked back at the older woman incredulously. "I am sure there are things you would rather be doing, Silfiya."
"But what else would you rather do, Sray? I want to help and support you. Why do you want to go?"
"Because..." The word drifted and hung in the air as Sray struggled with what to put after it.
"Because that terrain speaks to a part of you that has been denied expression for years." Silfiya finished. "You go up in these mountains and you can be Sray Sollit Hillenbohn, not Sray Hillenbohn, whom everyone else you ever met since you left Geteilpohth knows. You get to be the real you for once, the full you, and figure out who that is a decade since you last saw her." She looked up at Sray over her glasses. "I can't help you directly with that, but think that is one of the *best* things I could be helping you with, if you let me."
Sray considered Silfiya for a long time as the woman steadily watched her back, grey eyes clear and knowing. How Silfiya knew felt impossible and uncomfortable. Sray had been reluctant to put her feelings into words. She just wanted to feel it and be in the moment out there and not have to say anything to anyone about it.
"I..." the words didn't want to form, even in Kamenan. She exhaled sharply out her nose, not quite a snort, but still short and full of frustrated energy expelled forcefully in an attempt to rid herself of the feelings. "If you don't mind." She finally limped out.
With her exploring officially sanctioned, Sray planned to be out the whole day. She debated on packing her shoulderbag or simply filling her pockets.
Kem had kept a suspicious eye on Sray on Seltan.
"Do you think there are still Klamon up there?"
"I don't think so. If there were you wouldn't know."