382. The blue rose, 8

(Rose)

For the few days we spent in the old power plant, waiting in likely vain for our friends to return, we did find a few notes they had left behind.

Nothing telling us directly where they would have gone, nor even goodbye.

It was more research notes, and electronic files on computers.

I tried to understand what the former were about.

Bleue tried to see the later ones on our computer.

What I realised is that his lost discovery, the computer linked to the satellite, was unfortunately gone with them.

He might have seen a little what happened if he kept it with him. I don't know.

They're just gone.

At least they didn't die here.

And wherever they headed toward, they know what to expect.

They'll probably return to one of the last humans in Orient sometime later I guess.

It's likely that some of the earliest cities will also become the last. I roughly know where to look.

But as for us... We know also what to expect now.

R - Should we try settling somewhere for a year or two, while our child on the way?

B - We still have the few open choices from before. Now that we can sail, we just have to choose.

So where should we go?

Ana oddly doesn't want to participate in the discussion. She's uneasy lately. I keep in mind her previous choice though.

Bleue is curious about a few notes focusing on some events and people in the north.

It was very stretchy clues of ours friends whereabouts. Something was going on in the north, between Caucasus and Scandinavia.

I also wanted to see Zeslinry and her daughter again.

Although southern England was an area we already knew rather well.

R - There are lots of snakes to eat there, I'm sure you'll like it Ana.

Ana still pouts, looking away from me as I told her that. I don't understand what's with her.

We didn't make any decision that day.

~

Ana was growing restless.

For the first time, food didn't lighten her mood.

Then, she laid an egg.

Bleue and I were actually a little embarrassed finding the egg.

Furthermore as it was an unfertilised egg.

Ana was feeling awful and couldn't find the words to express everything that was flowing through her mind.

Emotionally, she was attached to the egg, though she knew there was no point keeping it.

She couldn't decide to abandon it, and she just felt bad and angry.

There was no way we would eat it. Ana would have killed us. Yet she couldn't raise it.

B - Would you like to return to your mountain?

Ana roared more than she cawed, spitting her wrath at Bleue, hissing loud anger and sorrow.

There was no easy way ahead for Ana. No option suited her.

She went to hunt to attempt calming her nerves, leaving her egg behind to us.

After a while, Bleue began painting it, making it look ornamented.

B - It reminds me of an old story.

R - I know... Scarlett's egg was made of ceramics though.

Bleue began to say something then stopped midway, thinking it was probably a bad idea.

Something else was bugging her too.

R - What is it Bleue?

B - It's... A bad omen, I guess.

R - An omen? Tell me?

B - Daiûa... The scary lady who seemed to already know us. She said something about the blue rose...

I don't remember what she said at the time. Her existence stepped too far into what I can understand and relate to of reality. I don't recall what she said.

No blue rose was ever meant to bloom though, that's the idea.

Yet our promise of love blossomed, twice.

It was not supposed to be. It broke too many laws, of physics even.

B - To me... The collapsed wall between dream and reality isn't recent. The blue rose is actually a part of my awakening from the dreams.

R - I know that.

B - But we worked with daiûas to make it happen.... We brought them into our world...

I don't like where this is going.

B - it's probably not a direct consequence... Even Daiûa who dreamt of bringing the Ragnarök to Christianity actually didn't. But I'm thinking...

She forgot?

The first day we met, she saw things very differently, with the same facts given to her.

Only now she's depressed. So she interprets the same facts with a sadder pattern.

I catch her head between my hands. I stop her from sliding down further down into that miasma.

R - Don't listen to what the witch said. Don't you remember? We are here together, because you and I wished for it on a nice morning, centuries ago. To live this happily and free, again. For the blue rose to bloom again and longer. That was our wish.

The egg triggered something bad from her memories, the wrong way.

Bleue hugs me. She's worried about herself and our child.

About our children I almost want to say, as I'm almost including Ana into the family.

After telling her that, Bleue had a hearty laughter at least.

She could imagine our genealogy and ancestry tree as it currently is and how queer it looks like.

Between ourselves and our past lives, were a doll and other whatnot have entered the family tree and history.

Below or aside me were a hundred copies of my face. And below would be drown the aviary profile of Ana's head as first child.

Our genealogy is a train wreck that is very amusing to Bleue now that she thinks about it.

Doll, flower demon, bird, numerous copies of me. It was a ridiculous picture.

Some lines would kind of circle back to me or another me.

It somehow lost all kind of sense and logic along the way, mutating over and over into the monster, funny monster it now currently is.

Adding Ana at the bottom of it as the final touch was almost a refreshing new layer of comedy to it.

~

When Ana returned, we told her about that story of our sister's precious egg, and our vows, past and current.

Ana was free to choose, and to ask us if there was something she would like or prefer.

She struggled to find the better words.

She didn't want things to change.

And she kept pecking painfully on my legs.

We understood what she meant.

Bleue made the egg disappear later.

Ana didn't want to leave us. She didn't want to return to her homeland to build a normal family of giant birds.

She liked it with us she said.

She wanted to forget about that egg and all it could imply. We just accepted it and her.

Though we all felt a little bittersweet, we decided to begin heading north for now.

On a later day, we will decide if we prefer to venture further north, west or east.

~