04.Sep.13, 03:12 AM
Quenym needed to do laundry, partially at Casa's insistence because they had ended up painting the rocks in his room and she hadn't liked the piles of clothes she had seen sitting around, so he had gathered up what he could and went to the river. That way he could take a day off and be alone for a bit.
He was thirteen years old, and Casa was thirteen, and she was olde than him, and that absolutely stymied him. She was going to be a woman, a full-grown, man-loving woman, before he was a man! Or was she? He knew the physical aspects of puberty pretty well... It was the mental ones that drove him to distraction, trying to figure out girls. He had already start watching them closely, trying to figure out the differences between them and Casa (Casa was Casa after all), and wondering when she would turn into one of them.
Even though she had said that she wouldn't, Quenym wasn't all that sure that he trust that. So while he pounded out dirt from his clothing, Quenym frowned fiercely. And then more fiercely. And then he threw the rock he was holding out as far as he could.
"I don't get girls!" He shouted, glad that he was alone and that no one could hear him. He didn't get the giggling, flirting things, and was desperate about the idea that Sandae would join them. He had to beat her, he had to be a man first. Because all the men he saw knew and understood girls! But.... How did he become a man?
Quenym huffed and splashed down into the water, letting it run over his legs and feet as he contemplated the matter.
He was thirteen years old, and Casa was thirteen, and she was olde than him, and that absolutely stymied him. She was going to be a woman, a full-grown, man-loving woman, before he was a man! Or was she? He knew the physical aspects of puberty pretty well... It was the mental ones that drove him to distraction, trying to figure out girls. He had already start watching them closely, trying to figure out the differences between them and Casa (Casa was Casa after all), and wondering when she would turn into one of them.
Even though she had said that she wouldn't, Quenym wasn't all that sure that he trust that. So while he pounded out dirt from his clothing, Quenym frowned fiercely. And then more fiercely. And then he threw the rock he was holding out as far as he could.
"I don't get girls!" He shouted, glad that he was alone and that no one could hear him. He didn't get the giggling, flirting things, and was desperate about the idea that Sandae would join them. He had to beat her, he had to be a man first. Because all the men he saw knew and understood girls! But.... How did he become a man?
Quenym huffed and splashed down into the water, letting it run over his legs and feet as he contemplated the matter.