the possibilities are there

 

There was no easy way to explain it. As it was, it was mindboggling and a lot to digest. But Milo knew he was stronger, faster, and full of knowledge in this pugilist world. Did he dare discuss it with ChaCha?

"You're a smart woman, you'll figure it out," Milo was ever so smug or was it that he hoped ChaCha didn't figure it out. He put down the half dozen fish he'd caught by hand. There would be plenty of hot pot to last for days. 

"Are you saying the wine had something to do with it?" She winced as if he needed to explain. She looked him over as if the marking might show on his forehead, or his hands might turn blue. He only laughed at her.

"The wine was your idea," he looked down at her as if she was being too silly about this.

"Tell me?" She pushed at his chest and he grabbed her forearms.

"Don't think too hard about it now?" He couldn't help but let his body shake with laughter. Finally, he felt comfortable and plenty suitable for the outside world. ChaCha pulled away and turned to hug herself as if he was being dishonest somehow.

"Remember how we couldn't decipher so much. It made our heads hurt. We'd try day and night to make sense of the words," he told her.

"What if it wears off," ChaCha said, shaking her head no.

"It won't wear off," he promised and took her hand into his. He would show her. It was written on the wall. "We drank the wine, we read the words. We know what to do now."

She only sighed as if this were a lame joke. 

"But-" She could read the words now. It said something about there was no need for greed. It was, to be honest with yourself and each other. A person's true calling was to be there for one another. And near the end there was mentioned that to be happy was to plant your own garden.

She looked at him as if this was just silly. He smiled at her and put his arm around her. "But I know what your true calling is," 

ChaCha remained even lipped as she hugged herself. 

"It's not poetry," he shrugged. "You have the gift of medicine."

"Well,  I do like plants." She looked away as if she could do well on her own to forage the forest.

"We need to find the beggar's sect," Milo decided.

"The beggar's sect?" ChaCha winced. "I don't even know if I have any powers. You might be just a tease."

"Fine, we'll stay a few more days. But our time is up here. We need to move on." He hugged her then and she didn't resist. 

"What if we got married when..when-"

"When we were intoxicated?" She looked at him ever so puzzled. He only smiled at her and kissed her forehead. Perhaps they could think it too. It only mattered to the two of them, anyway.