Frivolous girl

A frivolous girl, whose arms are always up to the elbows in dried flowers and road dust. She hums songs, smiles at the sun and dances in its rays as if the celestial body rolled out into the sky just for her sake. Jel looks at her and can't take his eyes off. She clearly gets under his skin, and he has no idea why. It's probably because of the enormous gap between them. Tish had recently explained to her the importance of good lighting in the house, and this childish girl blurted out that she sometimes sleeps outside, right in her yard. She likes the stars. He likes the stars too. That night he spent outside, contemplating the constellations and looking for her on the horizon. As if this fool of a human could actually comprehend all the splendor of the heavenly bodies. She never came. Well, alright then, he had a great time being alone. Why would he need someone to interfere? Then he asked her to get some shells. For paints. Tish said that the silly girl required help and support. After all, she had only recently emerged from a tiny purple spark that had descended from the ancient ruins. Like a fallen star. Jel looked at her long silver strands of hair, big blue eyes, pearly white skin and thought that this is how the stars would look like, if the Dragon would grant them a real body. The rest of the day, the frivolous girl walked with Hassian and Tau. He taught her to distinguish animal tracks on the ground, and she played with the dog and laughed when the animal brought her shiny beetles. Something in his chest began to hurt, and Jel returned to his sketches. In the evening, the frivolous girl knocked on the door. He squeezed the pencil in his palm and exhaled nervously — she was deliberately distracting him at the most inopportune moment. She did not go further than the threshold, holding out a small wicker basket to him. It contained shells, a few more than he asked for. She smiled and told him about the wonderful flowers she had found by chance, having gotten lost on her way home. This place had accepted her only recently, but the fool of a girl already considered it her home. Then she said goodbye and left, and Jel was still standing in front of the closed door, holding the basket in his hands. He gazed at the large, beautiful, and neatly arranged shells. Exactly the same as the ones he had in his closet. Well, these seemed much more beautiful to him, and he didn’t even want to touch them. As if he would rob these breathtaking shells of their special shine with his own foolish hands. Jel put the sketches he had drawn today in this very basket. All in the same style, reminiscent of a meteor shower and the glow of celestial bodies. And instead of the usual faceless mannequins, there was her. Frivolous girl. Shenlana Dienhem.