Irfa and Aragena

Aragena would tell me fairytales, stories of the distant past, of the giants and their machines, of battles and peacemakers. She would sing. She would satiate my hunger just by blabbering about a faraway cuisine in vivid detail.

I made her stay under my blanket until I fell asleep.

One day, I fashioned a little straw robe and wrapped it around her.

It fell off, according to her.

In reality, she was just protecting my father, as he mistook the robe for a kind of tinder. It took three years for him to confess.