26.Apr.13, 01:54 PM
"Twelve? That's a grown up. ", he insisted. But she was rather small. Heck, what did he know about kids. Wait, he was calling her a grown up out loud and a kid in his head? Why were children so confusing? He'd just done it again...
"Well, if you followed a path here you should just turn around and follow it right back."
"No, spying is not a game. Don't ever spy on me.", his voice was cold as he leered at the child in a fury. He did not want anyone spying on him, even if he was doing nothing wrong, and especially if he was. Technically he wasn't doing anything wrong by preparing a route to escape the weyr, but he still felt dirty and guilty.
"Hungry and sleepy? Well I guess if you're hungry and sleepy than you should eat and sleep... We could probably walk back to the weyr, but if you're tired than you have to sleep, or else you'll explode or something.", he reasoned to himself out loud.
He switched his lantern to his other hand and used the newly freed one to dig through his pockets. He happened to have a bit of bread and cheese on him, and he withrew a piece of cloth. He sat down and unwrapped it, revealing a fist-sized chunk of cheese and two fists of bread. He held them out for her to take.
Next, he dug in his pocket and brought out a piece of wood. He worked it with his hands and unfolded a five inch blade. He handed that to her, too, handle first. What was Oahvakeen doing giving a little girl a blade sharp enough to cut air at the slightest touch? He simply didn't know any better.
But the other problem still remained, sleeping. If she got to sleep, than he'd sleep too. No sense in denying a good nap. So then he'd have to make a fire and sleeping bags. Could he sew leaves together to make an elaborate cloth? Weave together twigs? No and no.
"No sleeping bags so you'll just have to sleep on the ground."
He set the lantern down and wandered off, disappearing in the darkness.
"Well, if you followed a path here you should just turn around and follow it right back."
"No, spying is not a game. Don't ever spy on me.", his voice was cold as he leered at the child in a fury. He did not want anyone spying on him, even if he was doing nothing wrong, and especially if he was. Technically he wasn't doing anything wrong by preparing a route to escape the weyr, but he still felt dirty and guilty.
"Hungry and sleepy? Well I guess if you're hungry and sleepy than you should eat and sleep... We could probably walk back to the weyr, but if you're tired than you have to sleep, or else you'll explode or something.", he reasoned to himself out loud.
He switched his lantern to his other hand and used the newly freed one to dig through his pockets. He happened to have a bit of bread and cheese on him, and he withrew a piece of cloth. He sat down and unwrapped it, revealing a fist-sized chunk of cheese and two fists of bread. He held them out for her to take.
Next, he dug in his pocket and brought out a piece of wood. He worked it with his hands and unfolded a five inch blade. He handed that to her, too, handle first. What was Oahvakeen doing giving a little girl a blade sharp enough to cut air at the slightest touch? He simply didn't know any better.
But the other problem still remained, sleeping. If she got to sleep, than he'd sleep too. No sense in denying a good nap. So then he'd have to make a fire and sleeping bags. Could he sew leaves together to make an elaborate cloth? Weave together twigs? No and no.
"No sleeping bags so you'll just have to sleep on the ground."
He set the lantern down and wandered off, disappearing in the darkness.