Stirred...Shaken...Shelled

Posted on Thu Nov 7th, 2013 @ 8:10am by Gaia

665 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Tabula Rasa
Location: The compound
Timeline: Eh... whatever it needs to be

Gaia was getting used to the strange sun, strange gravity and the variety that existed for food sources here. She felt deep down that she didn't belong here. Her mind would drift to another who looked just like her but the hair seemed different. The two were connected some how and somehow Gaia did not know how. Occasionally a face of a man flickered through her mind and she felt as if what she was doing was not quite good enough for him. So Gaia shoved that image aside and tried to focus on the here and now.

Her help changed from day to day, she found that some folks had a natural gift for cooking, and food preparation and it came easily for them. Others they were best kept far away from her and the food sources. She felt at ease and her happiest in the kitchen itself. Stirring a pot of what ever she created for the day.

Today she walked among a few rows over grown with weeds and pulled peas and beans off vines. She had found some huge green melons that when opened had a wonderful red flesh inside, moist and delightful to eat. Periodically when she found one she had Mojo take it back to the pile that was forming on the edge of the rows she now walked through. A soft buzz of insects came and went in the mid-summer day feeling air. There was a soft warm breeze occasionally as it blew through the area. She smiled as she crouched down and plucked some more fully mature fat green pea pods off the vine and placed them in her woven basket made out of thick branches of ferns.

She would look up now and again and see those together who obviously had an attraction to one another and in some life beyond this belonged with one another. Her heart felt hollow and empty as she knew she did not have someone special. Even Mojo and Jenna had an affinity towards one another. Gaia suspected that they never acted upon it the way the two danced a parley of words around each other. It was interesting. Gaia felt that if they stayed here for a very long time that she would end up alone. The rest would perish. She sighed softly for she realized that was one reason why she was not attached. She had not found one who would live as long as herself would and therefore chose to be with no one.

As she continued to walk through what appeared to be random rows of self seeding vegetables that if they ever got our of here that she would find the person who looked like her and find out why she was alone. If she were to live so much longer then the rest of these people why be that way and then again perhaps she should leave them if she were to outlive them. She had tried to lead and had gotten snapped at by others and so gave up. She realized over and over again that she did not belong and she no longer wanted to partake of the situation that they had been placed in. Gaia bent down for more peas as she continued to reflect on the things that occurred around her and within her.

Eventually she finished gathering and sat before the fire pit. The same pit that Barak would soon be killed at. She ran her thumb down the pea pod, it crunched as she split it slowly she took her time so she would not loose any peas. The peas when into a bowl, the pods stripped of the semi-wiry edges were placed into another for a salad of sorts. She stayed quiet and watched, listened and waited. Time did not seem right yet so she did not say any thing to anyone about what she thought should occur, or would occur if they stayed too long.

Gaia
Civilian

 

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