Huh? Not making any sense? Because of the nature of these little flash fiction vignettes, I thought it would be helpful to index previous back stories and journal entries. Although Artiste’s tales are non-linear, it can help to read some pages in groups by threads of associated content. Of course you could just read them randomly, and trust that it will all come together at some point.
The beginning back story is always a great place to start: The Artiste Gullible back story
For this particular installment it also may help to read:
• Steampunk Explorer
↓ Transcript
[image] A dark haired woman sitting by a candle with her back exposed.
[text] The woman agreed to exchange her talent for a portion of my potted rabbit; Two strangers with unique gifts sharing laughter, and a meal, as only accomplished pilgrims can do.
After dinner she excused herself, and slipped into her tent. A few minutes later, she called for me.
I entered to find her naked to the waist, her lower body draped in a robe, her bare back facing me, her long hair pulled up, with a candle sitting by her side. An intricate tattoo covered her alabaster skin from hip to shoulder. The flickering candlelight danced with shadows across the stage of her body; an enchanted performance of luminescent wonder. At first it appeared to be a pastoral country side, and then a city; a night of a thousand stars, and then a lonely summer road.
“Look deeply into it.” She said, the muscles of her back moving in concert to her breathing. A face took shape within the shifting parade of dreams.
“It is your future.” She instructed.
I looked into the eyes of my Averial, and relived the touch of her lips, the smell of her hair, the stolen month of joy, and the final warm embrace.
“I remember.” I whispered, “I remember.”
[text] The woman agreed to exchange her talent for a portion of my potted rabbit; Two strangers with unique gifts sharing laughter, and a meal, as only accomplished pilgrims can do.
After dinner she excused herself, and slipped into her tent. A few minutes later, she called for me.
I entered to find her naked to the waist, her lower body draped in a robe, her bare back facing me, her long hair pulled up, with a candle sitting by her side. An intricate tattoo covered her alabaster skin from hip to shoulder. The flickering candlelight danced with shadows across the stage of her body; an enchanted performance of luminescent wonder. At first it appeared to be a pastoral country side, and then a city; a night of a thousand stars, and then a lonely summer road.
“Look deeply into it.” She said, the muscles of her back moving in concert to her breathing. A face took shape within the shifting parade of dreams.
“It is your future.” She instructed.
I looked into the eyes of my Averial, and relived the touch of her lips, the smell of her hair, the stolen month of joy, and the final warm embrace.
“I remember.” I whispered, “I remember.”
Reminds of Pink Floyd.
I probably would have really liked this if I didn’t see something similar on Heroes (the tattoo lady) I LOVE the biting chair!!! That is my new favorite. =)
I stopped watching Hero’s after the 2nd season. Where season 1 seemed so original, afterwards, for me, it started to seem canned. But it just goes to show, truly unique ideas are hard to find. With the tattoo lady I was hoping to set up future story lines involving this mysterious girl with which AG has a brief torrid relationship.
She’s had those tats done by Ray Bradbury, hasn’t she? Second possibility: the Tokugawa era artist who did ‘Yuki’s’ kintaro front and yamanba back in ‘Kozure Okami’…