“The Calling” Scene 31: “The Adventure”

Kemena stopped along the side of the mountain road and took in the view of Landeck, Austria, and the Inn valley, situation about eight hundred feet below. Penny and she had been hiking up the road for about an hour after being dropped off by a drive, who said he’d come and pick them up when they called. And it was a good day for a hike, with the sky clear and temperatures in the low 80s that still made the mountain air feel just a touch cooler than the same temperature would feel back home.

She looked back down the road at her hiking partner who was still about fifty feet away. “Come on, Ariel.”

Penny stopped and exhaled hard. “I wish you wouldn’t call me that.”

“Well, it would be easier not to if your mother’s genes didn’t decide to take over your hair.”

Penny looked up at the locks hanging in her face. “True that.” In the last five years since they married, Penny’s hair had begun turning from the dirty blond she’d had as a child into a luxurious mane of cascading red locks. Leigh told daughter during last year’s visit to the pod that this sometimes happened and there was little anyone could do.
As Kemena had also remarked on a few occasions, the red hair made Penny’s gray eyes look that much more incredible as well as imposing—and also a lot more alluring.

Penny finally pulled alongside her wife and turned her gaze out upon the valley below. After a suitable amount of time she sighed. “That is so beautiful.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Kemena gave Penny a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for bringing me here, my darling.”

Penny shrugged as she wrapped an arm around Kemena’s waist. “Last couple years we went to the Bahamas and to the Keys, so since you been asking to go the mountains for a while, I figured this would be a good place to spend our fifth anniversary.”

This was something that Kemena loved greatly, that Penny had made arrangements nearly a year before so they could spend a vacation in the Alps, and that in three days time they would be having an anniversary dinner in Vienna before going to the opera.

It was all part of the Grand Adventure…

Since marrying Penny had never given the slightest hint that she was interested in anyone else, nor that she ever wanted to return to the pod. Kemena was aware that another five to ten years from now they could be a different story, but she didn’t believe that to be true. Penny was dedicated to her and loved her tremendously, so she felt no fear that The Calling would take her love from her.

She wasn’t even concerned with the six-week visits Penny spent every summer at the pod. She understood the need: her mother and family lived there, as well as a few of her mermaid friends, so every June she traveled to the Oregon coast with her wife to see her off, and would be there with a rented boat to pick her up when it was time to come home.

And while she was aware of the possibility that Penny might decide to bond with one of her friends while visiting the pod, she didn’t consider it important. Any it explained again and again how mermaids were not monogamous, and that if someone wants to bond with you it’s an indication that they love you more deeply than they love the other members of the pod. Kemena knew that Singing Nymph and Curious Squid loved her wife tremendously and given that neither of those mermaids would ever come to Albuquerque and tried to take her wife away, she was of the opinion that what happened in the pod could surely stay in the pod.

All this knowledge meant Kemena was secure in her relationship with Penny. She knew her wife loved her, and she loved her little mermaid dearly.

Kemena leaned in to Penny. “Can we just sit here for a while and look at this? I want to remember this moment.”

“Sure, why not?” Penny led her wife to the edge of the road where they found a large rock to sit upon. They held hands as they sat and gazed upon the splendor before them. “It’s not like were going anywhere soon…”

 

The End

Time to Throw Down: Show Me You Can

Ohayo!  Or actually, Ohio.  Which is where I am right now.  It’s an old joke.

As old as me, apparently.

As I did last time I’m keeping track of my progress and stops, and a few hours ago I was in North Somerset getting fuel and something to drink.

Come for the gas.

 

Stay for the drink.

 

Oh, and in the continuing saga of me trying to become a roller derby girl, I came up with my name while on the road.  Because I can.  It’s fun.  You should try it.

So, last time Kerry got blasted and hurt–bad.  Well, not that bad:  he’s been worse.  Like in a coma worse.  So don’t cry for him, Argentina, he’s actually in good shape compared to some of the times he’s been brought into the hospital.

And he even has a few tricks up his sleeve…

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Kerry closed his eyes as a sigh of relief exhaled. “There, better.”

Ramona cocked her head to one side. “What happened?”

“I numbed the pain in my arm and ribs: I should be okay for a bit.” As if to prove his point a bit of color begin returning to his cheeks. “Professor, I know this is going to sound stupid and egotistical, but I can’t let Franky walk away from this. At least give me a chance to fight him, to show him I’m not going to go away after getting sucker punched. Please.”

Ramona needed five seconds to decide what to do with Kerry’s request. “Here’s what’s going to happen. If you can get up, on your own, stand, and walk over to your starting position without appearing as if you’re about to fall over, I will continue the trial. However, if I think for even a second you’re about to go down because you are physically unable to continue, the trial stops. Those are my conditions; what do you say?”

He needed only a couple of seconds to make up his mind. “Sounds good to me, Professor.”

“All right, then.” Ramona stood as did Annie and Nurse Bianca. With a wave of the instructor’s hand the privacy screen around them vanished. “Let’s get you on your feet.”

 

There are some who would say, “Why would Ramona let him continue banged up like he is?”  Well, she is Annie’s and Kerry’s martial arts instructor and who’s to say she hasn’t whacked these two around a little already?  Maybe not as hard as breaking an arm, but part of her instructor is to teach her students how to be mentally tough so they can ignore the pain.  Deep down she’s probably like, “Hell, yeah, this is what I want to see!”

Deadening the pain in his body is a little trick Kerry learned in Advanced Transformation.  Since the match hasn’t started he decided to help himself out and Ramona isn’t saying shit about it, so it must be okay.  It’s likely something he isn’t supposed to do, but do you think Ramona won’t cut him a little slack right now?

So, now:  on your feet, kid!

 

Kerry sat for a moment to clear his head then, after taking a deep breath, began slowly making his way to his feet. Even with the numbing spell he crafted on his chest and arm, it still felt a bit like little knives were being driven into him. Though he finally managed to stand, his head spun just a little as he tried to hold his balance.

Kerry. Look at me.” She stepped a bit closer and pointed at her own eyes. “Look at me. Are you okay?”

He took a couple of deep breaths before nodding once. “Yeah.”

“Do you wish to continue?” Ramona said it loud enough so the students in the room could hear her clearly.

He drew another deep breath. “Yeah.”

“Very well.” Ramona pointed to the test mat. “Return to your starting position.”

 

He’s up and he’s ready to go.  There’s someone wants to say something before he goes, though:

 

Annie caught Kerry’s eyes before he walked off. Her eyebrows raised slightly as she smiled. “I’m going to stand over here and watch you kick his butt.”

He looked down as he chuckled. “You think so?”

“I do.” She kissed his right cheek. “Go get him, Tiger.”

Kerry moved slowly toward the mat and his starting square. Ramona was already standing in the center of the mat waiting for him and she gave him a nod as soon as he returned to his starting position. He resisted the urge to nod back as he felt just a touch lightheaded.

When Ramona was satisfied that Kerry wasn’t about to fall over she addressed the crowd. “Despite Kerry’s injuries, he wishes to continue. Therefore, we—”

“Um, wait a minute.”

Just as they said he would do. Ramona turned to Franky. “You wish to say something?”

 

In case you don’t remember, Annie’s words to Kerry are nearly identical to his words to her before she started her trial, so we come full circle in a way.

And, in the role of Weaselly Little Shit tonight is Franky Smith, doing exactly as Ramona reminds us she was warned.  The question now is:  if Franky wants to back out, do you think Ramona will let him?

If you do, you don’t know my instructors…