Yossarian's eye's glanced once again towards the titan, now firmly under its left hand's forearm, which was extended out point aimlessly. He found the distance unnerving.
The town was firmly within view, only a couple of meters away, a few large cottages sprawled across either side of a small ridge, the path crossing the middle of the village.
Relax the chances of the issue involving that monolith are little, Yossarian prayed. Yet still, his eyes averted back to the statue, its large body, bulging muscles and unnatural features, yet somehow human-like appearance perplexing him. A fuckin titan in plain view for all to see, who would have thought such enigmas were so easy to view.
Then his mind went to the party, the land which he currently walked residing within its vast borders. They must have kept it a secret, out of respect for its presence or to do something fiendish with it, his mind wondered in dismay, knowing the reason to probably be the latter.
He realised they were being observed. He looked around to see a few people stared at them from the distant fields, either side of them. "What a welcoming atmosphere," He mumbled to no one.
They continued until they were directly in the middle of the village, people - primarily women and children, a man or two lingering in the masses - whispering to each other, pointing towards the two. Primarily, towards Yossarian.
Yossarian noticed Georgia tensing up at the unwelcomed attention, her left hand gripping her slightly shaking right arm, concern starting to linger in his mind. He hadn't realised she had been slightly shaky until they got close to the village. He judged the anxiety resulting from the attention.
Yossarian stopped in his path and looked towards Georgia, "Do you see anyone of your relatives in the crowd?"
She seemed to snap out of her trance, her flat, emotionless nature starting to sap back in. She glanced towards the right side of the village, eyes landing on a pair of a mother and small boy clinging to her dressed leg.
The woman upon matching her look, a realization seeming to hit with her hand waving towards them, a smile spreading, causing a look from the other groups of people. The woman noticing the attention dropping her hand, her smile similarly quickly disappearing.
A strong unwelcoming sensation became rather prevalent to Yossarian, who had similar experiences during his time as an alchemist. The looks, the sneers, backwards glances, onlookers whispering to others under their breath, the knowledge of always being watched and judged for every action. Yossarian was actually glad to feel the familiar sensation, a saying playing in his head, 'different place, same people'.
"Do you know where their house is?" Yossarian whispered to Georgia who seemed to have a rather gloomy feel to her rather expressionless look. Damn, I'm starting to understand her. Fuck I'm good.
"Farther from the road, closes to the running stream on the right," Georgia instructed in a stagnate tone, eyes now drifting towards the right, far side of the village.
"Alright, we'll keep going until we're out of view then double back and sneak into their house." Yossarian again whispered, starting to move further down the road again. A smile planted itself firmly on his face as he was able to reveal his expertise in the field of being despised. Wait is that something I should really be happy about?
"No." Georgia retorted walking headstrong into the mass towards the woman and child. Yossarian was rather stumbled at her sudden rebuke and disobedience, standing still on the ridge road watching as she dodged past the groups and pairs of people, staring down at her as she went past. Yossarian now realising he was alone as a source of contempt and suspicion quickly followed suit.
Georgia embraced the woman, then the two gave each other a kiss on each cheek, in a rather awkward manner, Yossarian noticed - waiting patiently behind her.
"Cousin Marianne, it's been a while," Georgia announced loudly, after a moment of silence following their initial greetings. "I've come to ya to deliver the alcohol uncle order some time back." Marianne's stiff expression softened, eyes glancing to the crates strapped to her back, then to the crowd. Their suspicious starting to decrease from Georgia's words, some eye's however firmly planted still on Yossarian and his dubious attire. The struggles of being a clean blade amongst the rusted blades of many.
"Good to see ya hun, you've grew a ton since last I've seen ya. But who's that - man behind you?" Marianne questioned, an anxious glance quickly flickering to Yossarian then back to Georgia.
"I am-" Yossarian inserted, stepping forward to address himself, Marianne flinching back at his sudden intrusion. Yossarian clicked his tongue at her fickle nature. He cleared his throat before addressing her again, noting a more gentle approach being needed. "Sorry to be of a- distinct nature, but let me make it clear I having nothing of suspicion to present to you and to your lovely village." Yossarian comforted Marianna and simultaneously addressing the surrounding onlookers, taking in everything he said.
"I've merely been approached by this young girls pa to make sure she safely arrives and gets back to him in one piece. The man too busy himself to do the job as he is taken by a sudden surge in business. I myself, the local drunk-" Yossarian thought up, a shameful tone entering his voice, both to play to his character and his stupid choice of for deceit.
"- Sadly having too much time and a debt to her father, took his earnest request to make sure this young girl be safe in her travels. Isn't that right little one?" Yossarian asked, nudging Georgia slightly with his foot, her expression seeming to become gloomier throughout Yossarian's monologue.
She grunted in response. "Exactly so please I ask. No, I plea with you all, do not waste any attention upon us and please go back to your busy lives, whilst we conclude our business." Yossarian finished, clasping his hands together.
A few onlookers seemed to take his words to heart and started to disperse back to their boring lives, others - following suit- still gave the odd glances back to Yossarian, Yossarian noting their faces. Don't be too suspicious of others unless you've got something to hide, he chuckled to himself.
"So Marianne, shall we?" He asked, indicating the direction to their house.