02.May.13, 01:47 PM
As much as Oahvakeen had no idea how to handle a child or young adult, it seemed that fate was kind to him, as Flora was not an individual who would break and die if a single bad thing happened. If it were a smaller child, he would have made a billion mistakes by now, but Flora wasn't high maintenance, and she had a level head about her to protect her from his blundering.
"There you go.", he praised her in his own way. Next, he took the lantern and removed the glass casing for a second. He lit a small branch on fire using the flame from the lantern, and then transferred that branch to the dried grasses. They smoked and then burst into flame, quickly consuming the dried grasses in the middle, and then jumping to the twig teepee. "And that's how you make a fire. Don't ask me how to make a fire from nothing though, I'm not sure. "
He took the weavil-laden branch from her, lifted it, and then threw it into the ground as hard as he could. It was weakened already from the parasite, and easily split open, revealing a fist-width white grub with a single black eye. It struggled, all its legs paddling the air. It managed to get to its feet and then curled into a little ball. He grimaced at the sight of it and then checked Flora's expression.
"Wanna eat it? Actually, I wouldn't want to eat that. I don't know if it's safe. Why don't you put it out of it's misery? You have my knife. Here's a stick. Make yourself a spear and then stab it before it can get away.", the grub curled even tighter, as if sensing their words.
"There you go.", he praised her in his own way. Next, he took the lantern and removed the glass casing for a second. He lit a small branch on fire using the flame from the lantern, and then transferred that branch to the dried grasses. They smoked and then burst into flame, quickly consuming the dried grasses in the middle, and then jumping to the twig teepee. "And that's how you make a fire. Don't ask me how to make a fire from nothing though, I'm not sure. "
He took the weavil-laden branch from her, lifted it, and then threw it into the ground as hard as he could. It was weakened already from the parasite, and easily split open, revealing a fist-width white grub with a single black eye. It struggled, all its legs paddling the air. It managed to get to its feet and then curled into a little ball. He grimaced at the sight of it and then checked Flora's expression.
"Wanna eat it? Actually, I wouldn't want to eat that. I don't know if it's safe. Why don't you put it out of it's misery? You have my knife. Here's a stick. Make yourself a spear and then stab it before it can get away.", the grub curled even tighter, as if sensing their words.