Baskadia

Although our skin colors contrasted on the color spectrum hers the higher shade of yellow and beige, mine the deepest shade of indigo and violet, our (⧼᪦ Fivav) hearts were in sync with our s᭧f for each other. We each held each other long and breathed deeply.

"Bubala mamϿ," I said in old Afneen still holding tightly to mom.

"Heh leelu o Rage," mamϿ said struggling on new Afneen. We both laughed at her attempt. Ever since the British colony from Roanoke arrived in Afsastet on the ship Croatoan in 4076 Afneen year and 1587 Gregorian year English loan words had invaded the Afnean language colonized it, and nearly consumed it.

"Its fine mum let's just speak english,"
We did not let go of our embrace but led each other arm in arm to the deck. MamϿ released me long enough to pull out a seat for me. I sat down and warmed myself in the rising light of af✦trꜽ. A morning glory opened its trumpet shaped mouth into a full yawn as a humming bird hovered above it.

"Soo tell me what did they want?"

I looked down. "Mom its been an awful day today from Afneen calling me that awful name, although I've fought for them, the meeting with the council, and then a Prison guard may have threatened me."

"What? Why? What for?" Mom pleaded answers.

I told mom what happened with the guard and the double meaning of his words, happy to change the subject and delay telling her about the Council and their request.