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Stepping out, the next morning, early, onto the forest trail leading to the ‘collonades’? Naij had at least persuaded her to accept the limitations AND respect the her surroundings.
Luckily, the trail, looked much easier to traverse.
You could see the outline of what looked like structures, ancient ones and unquestionably their destination.
Some distance, it, would be laborious BUT, they were resigned to accepting the inevitable.
The, Frubu washes, would be a delicious supplement. Their conversation interrupted by?
The sight of whatever it was, appearing before them. Suddenly, might be a very relevant truth.
The ‘Ket’ face was strange indeed. The way it stared at them, was beginning to get unnerving, downright spooky and
Naij was NOT liking that look at all.
It stood there and smiled. Something Ameryst, if not Naij, found rather eerie.. The EYES were huge !
IF, we could make comparisons WE could relate to ?
WE, would know, as ANIME eyes?
“Well what have we here.. was there an echo ?
“WHO are YOU?” was voiced with some intrepidation.
“Never mind ME. I, am WHO I am. BUT YOU?
WHO are YOU?!
“We are who we are.” Naij was quick to respond AND making it clear as he took hold of Ameryst’s hand, he was speaking for both of them.
THIS whatever, it was seemed bossy, pushy, some ‘pomposity’ to its tone.
It did not, have any real effect on Ameryst. More amused than anything, at how weird it was.
WHAT was it coming into her mind.. What Torvan, had called and, she could RECALL, as being a JIGGLE.
She shook her head.. Naij noticing her scowl..
A Jiggle was a contrived being, who could change its form, to suit the narrative. NARRATIVE? What it believed to be and, demanded others too, should also believe; accept what IT said was the truth, the whole truth and nothing but
IT’s TRUTH. Good, bad or indifferent AND even it what IT spouted as TRUTH was not so and CLEARLY NOT SO?
YOU will not argue with a JIGGLE.. THEY are ALWAYS RIGHT.
YOU’re the one who is WRONG.
Naij, would not be bullied, into conforming, losing his own identity, to simply follow the NARRATIVE of this ,, ?!
Ameryst had hissed in his ear. “Its called a Jiggle.” “Juggle.. is it a Juggler?” 
Ameryst shook her head rolled her eyes, shifted closer to him. Her hand up cupped to his ear forming a funnel of sorts. “Its a jiggle - a JIGGLE.”
“Oh!” he stood back I remember now.. the ryhme my ‘parentia’ taught me, There is nothing like a
NIGGLE when it comes to a JIGGLE..
They bring out the worst in those they get close to.
Lying, cheating, misinformation and
incapable of telling the TRUTH?!”
The face and appearance of the ‘Jiggle’ changed.
IT appeared to be deaf to anything said by Naij and evidently so.
“I can show you a short cut. it will save you both a lot of time why would you not trust me to help you?
I am offering you, a quick easy way, to get to where you are going,” IT glared at Naij. “As for YOU! ..
I really do not like YOUR NARRATIVE !”
OK, what if, they accepted the JIGGLES NARRATIVE? The TRUTH was a known FACT but? give it the benefit of the doubt as one might say? Was IT being honest, did IT know a quick way to get to where they were going?
Naij stopped movimg appearing to be deep in thought,. It was NIGGLING him to leave him wondering..
HOW did, this Jiggle, know WHERE THEY WERE HEADED; GOING? He stared at it.. ignoring, the look, it was giving him as one of bordering on CONTEMPT?
“So, where are we going?” A pause. a long, a VERY LONG, SILENCE. IT stared at them, there was no sign of an answer any time soon! Naij repeated himself, before, he could finish, the look on the Jiggle had changed again, this time darker and more menacing?
“Why?” IT glared again at Naij. “Are YOU so passive aggressive towards me, is it the COLOR of my skin, the way I look or the way I talk that has YOU making fun of me? Assumptions based n what? WHAT you have read, seen or heard from others about me? THAT is, are FACTS; based upon the MAJORITY of my race NOT ME..
I am a MINORITY, in, a MINORITY, that YOU, are making out to be what the
MAJORITY of my ‘race’ are..”
Naij mouth opened slightly as though he was about to say something, before he closed it again but, on his mind was ‘’what the !’ Had they, said ANYTHING, about its COLOUR, IT’s RACE or and, no matter how irritating IT WAS; anything, about the way IT talked?
Its voice tailed off, as Ameryst now spoke.. A well known FACT, that the MAJORITY of JIGGLE, who LIE, CHEAT and ? There was definitely something shady about IT.. avoiding eye contact, shifty and ?!
Why you, can’t answer the question; WHERE are WE GOING?” ,
The postiure, the defensive pose, made Ameryst feel hers too, had changed. IF, this situation, got out of hand, she might need to remind IT, that they, were well prepared, for any physical confrontation.
Its form changed again, softer, more mellow. “No need for us to quarrel. I am right, YOU are wrong!
Of course, I know, exactly where you are going.
Wherever you end up, is where you are going. Its really as simple as that!”
So, Naij looked at Ameryst and then a the ‘Jiggle’.. “What do they call you?”
It smiled, the twisting of its lips, as it hissed.
“I am SNEAKEE.” ..
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