Re: Play Date
Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 3:19 pm
She snorted out a laugh as he went to find them a snack, a reluctant smile curving her mouth. She remembered that; he was 'almost missing a foot' because something had 'almost bitten it off.' They'd both been very young and if she hadn't been poking through some herbs herself she wouldn't have noticed him limping up with 3/4 of a foot hanging off. Good thing she tended to wander a bit too far herself at that age... He never had told her exactly what he'd done to get the tree angry enough to do that either. And it hadn't been ignorance; everyone knew there were flesh-eating trees, many of which used a venus fly-trap method. Everyone also knew not to poke at them or they'd reach out and bite. Typically they did have something close to inexhaustible patience... If they moved too much then they wouldn't be able to attract their prey.
Knowing her luck, he probably still wouldn't tell her even now. He never did learn not to poke things, either.
Oh, dear. She was sending her cubs off with a larger version of themselves.
The boy twitched his ears as his mother's sudden laughter reached them at nearly the same time as their uncle did, a sudden burst of giggles. She was about as nutty as any of the rest of them so he really didn't pay it much mind - he'd followed uncle Krin's steps and had picked up on the same scent. A young boar, one of the mild kind - still, it was bigger than he was and would have a tusk the size of his leg.
His sister wasn't all too thrilled, by the way she kept bumping his shoulder as she sniffed around herself. She loved to hunt, loved to run and feel the ground speeding under her paws, but she wasn't honestly all that great at it. She was fast and she knew some wicked tricks to bring prey down hard, but she'd been receiving whispers from her guide that she was nearing the peak in her hunting abilities - she'd be decent, but never an Adept. It bothered her; both her parents were skilled Adepts, and her father was a natural Hunter. Her talents must be almost solely focused elsewhere; but she wasn't yet sure where.
She was, however, at the age of twelve and thus beginning to learn what her role could be.
"Uncle," she said, "I run faster than he does, but I think I should follow behind him; I can leap ahead if I need to." She wasn't entirely sure why she said it; she was only just beginning to be aware of doing this on a frequent basis.
Her brother saw it much clearer, but that's just because it was one of those things. She had a talent for making things fit together properly; she could turn any grouping into something that made sense and flowed with the best harmony. He didn't know how she did it, she simply made it so that each aspect was complementary to the rest.
Of course he had no objection to running in front of her so he really wasn't all that concerned with her skills of uniting others; there was meat to be found.
"Can we run now?" he asked, and gave an eager wag, stifling an anxious whine - he would have to be quiet until they'd found the boar.
Knowing her luck, he probably still wouldn't tell her even now. He never did learn not to poke things, either.
Oh, dear. She was sending her cubs off with a larger version of themselves.
The boy twitched his ears as his mother's sudden laughter reached them at nearly the same time as their uncle did, a sudden burst of giggles. She was about as nutty as any of the rest of them so he really didn't pay it much mind - he'd followed uncle Krin's steps and had picked up on the same scent. A young boar, one of the mild kind - still, it was bigger than he was and would have a tusk the size of his leg.
His sister wasn't all too thrilled, by the way she kept bumping his shoulder as she sniffed around herself. She loved to hunt, loved to run and feel the ground speeding under her paws, but she wasn't honestly all that great at it. She was fast and she knew some wicked tricks to bring prey down hard, but she'd been receiving whispers from her guide that she was nearing the peak in her hunting abilities - she'd be decent, but never an Adept. It bothered her; both her parents were skilled Adepts, and her father was a natural Hunter. Her talents must be almost solely focused elsewhere; but she wasn't yet sure where.
She was, however, at the age of twelve and thus beginning to learn what her role could be.
"Uncle," she said, "I run faster than he does, but I think I should follow behind him; I can leap ahead if I need to." She wasn't entirely sure why she said it; she was only just beginning to be aware of doing this on a frequent basis.
Her brother saw it much clearer, but that's just because it was one of those things. She had a talent for making things fit together properly; she could turn any grouping into something that made sense and flowed with the best harmony. He didn't know how she did it, she simply made it so that each aspect was complementary to the rest.
Of course he had no objection to running in front of her so he really wasn't all that concerned with her skills of uniting others; there was meat to be found.
"Can we run now?" he asked, and gave an eager wag, stifling an anxious whine - he would have to be quiet until they'd found the boar.