Movement of the Wilds

[Kira]

I glare at her before sighing. "I'm  Kira....I still don't have any clothes for you here....thanks r the bear..... I'm I still need to go.... Soooo....." my heads reeling and full of confusion but still I feel I don't know..... bad??? For her???

[Wylde]

"Wait!" She takes a deep breath. "If I get some clothes, can I see you again? Maybe tomorrow, here in this clearing?"

[Kira]

"Ok. But only if you're dressed." I say still flushing

[Wylde]

"Dressed. got it. Thank you. You won't regret this."

[Kira]

I nod still unsure but turn and hurry home to my small apartment. The next day I pack a "small" picnic lunch. Latkas, cold brisket, veggies, fruits, honey cakes, nuts, pita and humans, and a thermos of chia. I can't explain why but I feel like I need to look after this women who is clearly struggling. I want her to thrive.....

I walk back into the woods with my picnic hamper having managed to avoid the notice of the JGRN ( Jewish grandmother rumor network) and head for the clearing to meet wild.

"Hello" I call gently laying out a blanket. Once more I'm dressed in a long skirt, high collared blouse, stays, and turban

[Wylde]

This time, she's dressed: in ripped jeans and a grunge metal t-shirt. Not exactly date clothes, but they match the punk haircut and the nose piercing, so at least they seem to be her own clothes. 

She's practically skipping when she arrives. "A picnic! That's a great idea! I wish I'd brought something."

[Kira]

"It's ok." I say gently I can only image what she would bring to eat. I know there's some homeless camps in the mountains here but I can't emagin they have a knosher kitchen.

[Wylde]

"What'dja bring?" she asks, sitting down cross-legged on the blanket. 

[Kira]

"Just a little something..." I say unloading the basket

[Wylde]

Wylde's eyes get bigger and bigger as more food is unpacked. "That's not a little!" she protests. "This must have cost a lot, I can pay you..."

[Kira]

"It's not that much, I just wasn't sure what you'd like....."

[Wylde]

"I eat anything, I'm not picky." Not anymore. "So, where are you from? Around here or?"

[Kira]

"Iran, but we fled to the US when I was very little. I live in shtettle tora now. Or hope village if we're going by English names" I smile "what about you? Where are you from?"

[Wylde]

"Ummm.... up north a ways," she says, hesitantly. Seeing the look on Kira's face, she amends her answer: "A reservation. Auburn Rancheria."

[Kira]

"Oh, I didn't know natives could be blonde, I've only ever seen then in westerns.....which is kinda of like saying you've only seen Jews in Holocaust movies' so...probably not the best representation as a whole..."