The Valley of No Answers
Bai was silent, as if contemplating whether to tell her or not. He grinned. “I don’t know. You know it though. Or at least,” he took a puffball off the same tree and bounced it, but unlike with Rane, the green acid did not burn him, “you will know when you find out.”
She took out her wooden stick and pointed it at him. “Why won’t you telll me?” she demanded.
He shrugged, unperturbed by the stick which caused a dark purple trickle to leak from a sharp cut above his collarbone. “You can kill me if you want, I don’t die. And, I also don’t know the answer.”
“Whatever you know,” snarled Rane, she picked another puffball and made to throw it in his face, “tell me now.”
He sighed and sat on a short toadstool, folding his legs beneath him and settling his tail on his lap. “Alright,” he said, “listen carefully and do not fall asleep, for it is a long story.”
Rane sat on a nearby toadstool, keeping the stick on his shoulder. “Go on,” she said.
He cleared his throat and gave his most serious face. “Once you find out how you got here, you will know how to leave.”
There was a long silence.
“Go on,” said Rane.
Bai laughed. “That’s it.”
She lifted her stick and swung it at him. He blocked the blow with his tail, rubbing the blue appendage along the length of the stick.
“Ah ah ah,” he taunted, “be careful with your actions. Pay heed that you do not become rash.”
Rane did not know why she felt so jumpy. During her journey, she had not felt much of anything, but now, she was tired. Very tired. “I want to know how to get out of here.”
“You don’t want to get out of here?”
she stared at him. He smirked.
“There’s a difference between wanting to know and wanting to do. If you just want to know, I assure you that it is better not to. If you want to do, go and look for the answer. Asking me who has no idea will not help you.”
Rane swung her stick again.