Join Date: Jan 2011
Location: The Great White North (NOT Alaska)
Caesario: Part III
I felt the bag I was in moving again, and the water around me sloshed gently as the two women moved and packed their things, all the while talking with great interest about what the person at the front of the room was discussing. I could hear that person stop the smaller woman, and as they spoke the opaque bag was pulled away and I was revealed in my fearful state. The person my guardians were speaking to was a middle aged woman whose dark hair was short and greying. Light coloured eyes examined me closely from the midst of a careworn face that had seen a lot of weather and life. Her stature was every bit as diminutive as the smaller of the two women that rescued me.
"She's beautiful," the older woman said.
"She's just a little stressed out at the moment," the larger of the two young women replied. "She'll colour up when she's had some time to calm down and adjust."
"If someone had just taken me out of a nice warm tank and shoved me in a bag I'd be a little stressed too," the older woman replied with an amused glimmer in her eyes.
"Come here," the smaller woman said softly as she took me from the larger one and gingerly placed me back in the warm, dark pocket of her wearable blanket. The water moved around me as they walked; I could feel them moving down more stairs and down a short stretch before they tapped softly on something hard and I was out in the cold light once more.
There was yet another woman and I was again being displayed like some prize that had been won. This woman was much younger in appearance than the first and had an accent that sounded foreign from anything that I had ever heard before, but her eyes were kind and her touch gentle when she lifted my bag from the hands of the small guardian. She praised my beauty like the other humans, but when she turned the bag in her hands to examine me from all angles the knot slipped from her grasp and I could feel the water rushing upward around me even as the bag fell and landed on the floor in spite of the smaller human trying to catch me.
All colour had now gone from my body and I could hear my pulse throbbing in my jaw as the small human picked me up and whispered softly that everything was going to be alright, but her brow quickly furrowed in concern. The water was slowly leaking from the bag, and she quickly put her small, delicate hand over the breach to stem the flow. The three humans quickly rushed into a small box that moved swiftly upward. There was a corridor, then a small room with a large tank full of guppies that sat next to a sink. While the older woman busied herself to find a suitable vessel, the small guardian gently placed me in the sink, where the water would not cause harm if it pooled. The second bag that I was placed into also leaked. A plastic vessel was now being rinsed out and I was rather brusquely dropped into this.
"I am sorry," the blonde woman said.
"Don't worry about it," said the small guardian. "She doesn't seem to be hurt."
The water sloshed around in this container even more than it did in the bag, and I felt the motion of the vehicle in this vessel even more than I did when I was in the bag, but at least I had more room now. The vehicle stopped and the larger human quickly moved me through the cold air from the vehicle to a very drafty and untidy room and placed me on a large desk with a green wooden top. There was a five gallon tank on one corner in which a small school of guppies played hide and seek among the plants, and next to the tank was a very large purple and red male betta unlike any I had ever seen before...