RIAH JAMILA
Recently I stumbled upon the work of concept artist Alex Jay Brady on Twitter and was instantly hooked by their imagination and talent. Several pieces caught my eye which can be seen above and below. Since May I’ve been doing daily writing prompts with my friends Kate and Kalissa and one of the prompts I recently did was inspired by Alex’s work. The prompt can be read below and maybe one day I’ll be able to expand it into something larger. I hope you enjoy it! Also, Alex Jay Brady can be found at the links below! Check them out!
RIAH JAMILA
The orangutan scratched thoughtfully at the green fur beneath its chin. It had been so long, that Jacinda Wek was certain he’d forgotten the question. Two smaller orangutans, juveniles, a boy and a girl, swung in bored circles along the rafters of the tea house. Jacinda covered her cup with a hand as green hair floated down through the thick steamy air. Sweat dappled Jacinda’s skin. She was going to need a dip when this was all over to cleanse herself of the hairs getting everywhere.
Her patience running out, Jacinda leaned forward, ready to call the whole negotiation off, when the elder orangutan held up a long-fingered hand. “Your price is acceptable.”
Shit. She’d intentionally quoted a steep price to force the ape to find someone else, but now she was committed to the task. Jacinda plastered a smile on her face. “Great.”
The elder orangutan nodded, content with the outcome. “Very well.” He raised his own cup of bitter jasmine tea. “To a successful voyage.”
Jacinda held aloft her own cup and tapped it to his. She tossed the tea back like a shot. It was time to wrap this up. “So two days from now? At the Homily doc?”
The orangutan nodded thoughtfully, his nails once again scratching at his chin.
Jacinda gave a sharp nod and got to her feet. It really irked her that he’d just taken her first quote without even countering. She looked back to him, still seated at the small round table. “You know, not to renege or anything, but, I mean, you could have just shipped the boat to the other side for a hell of a lot less.”
Another nod from the ape. Scratch, scratch. “That is accurate, Lady Wek.”
Jacinda waited for more, but... “So, why don’t you?”
“The design of Riah Jamila has been my life’s work.” The ape rose, and climbed onto the table, bringing him and Jacinda to the same level. “There has never been a ship like her, here or anywhere in the Four Systems. Nor will there ever be another like her again.” His eyes shifted past Jacinda to the white sand and clear azure waters just beyond the porch of the tea house. “My father was a sailor, and his father before him. I chose... another path.” He met her gaze again. “Call me old fashioned, but just once I’d like to feel the wind in my fur and the roll of the waves beneath my feet.”
Jacinda knew the allure of the ocean. She’d felt the pull of the waves her entire life. As much as she had wanted to brush off the job and return to her days of drinking alone and trying to forget the past, Jacinda didn’t have it in her to deny the old ape this wish. She held out her hand. The orangutan smiled and shook it with a firm grip.