~GRETA~
I wake up staring at the binding of the book Enoch gave me. My throat and face still hurt a little from my little panic attack last night.
I shouldn't have screamed and cried over Enoch leaving. I've forgotten he has a life here too. It's not right of me to feel so offended if he wishes to resume it. He has done enough for me and the god of the sun must be giving him his new task now. And it would be a terrible mistake for me to question my god's decision over such a thing.
I've been blessed to be taken care of by Enoch and I know my god must be seeing what I will do next.
When I sit up, I pull my hair behind my ears and peer around my bush making sure it's safe to walk around. Last night, I had eaten the last of my urkmink. Before the thought even registers, I find myself looking at the ledge of the fountain in search of the arrival of a new dark grey pile of dead bugs.
It's almost become habit.
However, the ledge is empty like surroundings. I make my way over to the fountain. Sitting down on the smooth stone seating, I dip my feed in the water wondering what could have happened to the small creature inside it. It helps to wake me up more.
The urkmink actually have been dug up and brought here again by the creature. However, most of them rest at the bottom of the fountain now. A couple are smashed completely on the ground.
I certainly did not see so many urkmink around last night. What could have done this to them and made such waste of my food?
My stomach grumbles in agitated agreement.
The dirt on my hands from sleeping on the ground gets washed away as I rub my hands together underneath the fountain's lukewarm water. The movement creates waves that pick up the dead urkmink at the bottom. I jump up with a squeal seeing the creature move out from under one of the circular plants floating on the water's surface.
"Oh!" I gasp.
It must have been hiding this whole time. I wonder if it was eating the urkmink too? I lean over the edge and peer down squinting my eyes. I don't think the creature ate any of them. All their shells look full. I reach down feeling around at the bottom and pick a few up.
They smell rotten so I toss them back in.
The rest of the day drags by without Enoch around. I spend most of it watching the flying creatures from under the safety of my bush. I already read through most of Enoch's book. It was boring and most of the words in it I could not even interpret. I enjoyed looking at the pictures though. My stomach growls again and I tense up against the unnerving pang of hunger. It is dimmer out now and no more of the small flying creatures have traveled over me.
I nibble on a piece of bread, but quickly feel my stomach's aversion to the taste and texture as the chewed food lands in its agitated depths. I cover my mouth while feeling my stomach tremor sharply. Getting up quickly, I abandon my hiding place to vomit far away enough where I won't have to smell the stink of my stomach acid.
When I return to my bush, I hear a strange pattern of sounds and automatically look between the branches concealing me.
Crunch, crunch, snap
My mouth opens in shock. Sitting on the edge of the fountain is fresh delivery of the delicious morsels I crave so badly...and my god is eating them!