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09.May.13, 01:45 PM
"I don't know...", he answered truthfully, his voice drifting off as he thought about the different creatures in his head. Any real adult was supposed to tell the child that there was no such things as monsters, and thus there could not possibly be a monster under the bed. He started to say something else, but decided against it, and remained quiet.
A shocked expression shook his indifferent features as Flora conveyed her concern for him. "Well, aren't you a little mother. I didn't see that one coming. That's very kind of you. I'm sure when you're a little bigger, that will be a shining trait when you start to look for a weyrmate. All of the guys will be swarming in line to try out your hand.", perhaps this conversation was much too inappropriate between him and her as a little girl and a strange adult man, but he didn't have the sense to realize it.
"It is pretty ugly. That's too bad you don't want to kill it, I was hoping we'd get to see what color blood it has. There he goes off to kill another tree and have his babies in it...", he jabbed a thumb towards the critter that had tentatively uncurled itself and was now wiggling itself away into the forest as fast as its many legs would allow.
"Harper training and you work in the kitchens? Hmm, we'll have to talk about that, and you'll have to tell me that story about gross things in the kitchen. When you wake up."
"Yep. Nothing else to do around here until light. I wouldn't want to get myself lost all alone like you did."
"Go to sleep now, we'll talk more in the morning."
He leaned against a tree as he tossed another piece of wood into the fire, turning his lamp down as much as possible without extinguishing the flame. He stretched out his legs, crossed them at the ankle, and folded his hands behind his head. He wouldn't talk any more until morning.
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The first light of dawn danced against the sky in dark purples, along with a colder wind that stirred the canopy of trees and the undergrowth and leaves beneath. Oahvakeen woke with the sound, rubbed his eyes, and yawned silently. A storm had begun to brew overnight, and the fire had completely died. Embarrassed, he quickly re-lit the fire with his lamp and new kindling as before, hoping Flora wouldn't notice he had fallen asleep and neglected the fire.
He lay back against the tree as before, trying not to stir, but his back ached. A few streaks of lightning graced the far-away sky, followed later by a low, rumbling thunder.
A shocked expression shook his indifferent features as Flora conveyed her concern for him. "Well, aren't you a little mother. I didn't see that one coming. That's very kind of you. I'm sure when you're a little bigger, that will be a shining trait when you start to look for a weyrmate. All of the guys will be swarming in line to try out your hand.", perhaps this conversation was much too inappropriate between him and her as a little girl and a strange adult man, but he didn't have the sense to realize it.
"It is pretty ugly. That's too bad you don't want to kill it, I was hoping we'd get to see what color blood it has. There he goes off to kill another tree and have his babies in it...", he jabbed a thumb towards the critter that had tentatively uncurled itself and was now wiggling itself away into the forest as fast as its many legs would allow.
"Harper training and you work in the kitchens? Hmm, we'll have to talk about that, and you'll have to tell me that story about gross things in the kitchen. When you wake up."
"Yep. Nothing else to do around here until light. I wouldn't want to get myself lost all alone like you did."
"Go to sleep now, we'll talk more in the morning."
He leaned against a tree as he tossed another piece of wood into the fire, turning his lamp down as much as possible without extinguishing the flame. He stretched out his legs, crossed them at the ankle, and folded his hands behind his head. He wouldn't talk any more until morning.
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The first light of dawn danced against the sky in dark purples, along with a colder wind that stirred the canopy of trees and the undergrowth and leaves beneath. Oahvakeen woke with the sound, rubbed his eyes, and yawned silently. A storm had begun to brew overnight, and the fire had completely died. Embarrassed, he quickly re-lit the fire with his lamp and new kindling as before, hoping Flora wouldn't notice he had fallen asleep and neglected the fire.
He lay back against the tree as before, trying not to stir, but his back ached. A few streaks of lightning graced the far-away sky, followed later by a low, rumbling thunder.
