Last Night...

She recalled falling asleep in Marlon’s arms late last night but she did not recall him bundling her up and flying them back to his home, Moeina, or being placed inside his bedchamber. She saw no trace of him when she awoke. She was trying to quiet the voices of defeat and grief that seemed to be replaying over and over again in her mind as the events that took place over the past days flooded her. She put on a brown cotton dress that was sitting atop the bed at the foot. She wondered where Marlon had gone to.

She opened the bedchamber door to go in search of him. She was halted by a  young boy, who looked no more than sixteen summers, standing guard at Marlon’s chamber door. She wondered who he was. He was staring at her like he had never seen another person before.

It almost became awkward. He spoke to her then.