Post by Mo on Sept 26, 2014 15:19:18 GMT -5
He probably thinks I'm pathetic, she thought, living on my own out here, with no food. Trashy watched her reflection in the steady water, but a petpetpet buzzed across the surface and sent ripples out across the pond, distorting her image. She looked back at B, but didn't make eye contact.
"Charlie didn't even come today," she recalled the blue, ornery kacheek that mans the Dump on most days. He didn't talk to her, and she stayed out of his sight.
Trashy followed the Kacheek's gaze to a nearby house. She remembered going inside of a house before. They were big, but some of them cozy still; it would be nice to live in one of those, wouldn't it?
Not me, she thought. Houses are for families, not girls that live all alone. They're too big for just me.
"Maybe..." She said, unsure of approaching strangers. Not everyone was as nice as B... She had learned that much from experience.
She looked startled for a moment, and warmth swelled in her heart. Protect me... she thought. That's what she had told him a Knight should do, but she didn't realize that he really meant it until now. She had never had anyone to protect her before- well, at least, not since she'd lost her memories. All of those cold, stormy nights, alone; all of those nightmares about getting gobbled up by some hulking beast; all of those days that she almost went hungry because the crops weren't growing and she was too nervous to ask anyone for food; there was nobody to protect her, then.
Trashy always expected it to be a mom, or a dad, or at least someone big and strong, when they finally came to her. But before her now, a baby kacheek stood, barely as tall as his Feepit, with an outstretched paw... And it was even better than she had expected.
She took his paw with her own. "Okay. Let's go."
"Charlie didn't even come today," she recalled the blue, ornery kacheek that mans the Dump on most days. He didn't talk to her, and she stayed out of his sight.
Trashy followed the Kacheek's gaze to a nearby house. She remembered going inside of a house before. They were big, but some of them cozy still; it would be nice to live in one of those, wouldn't it?
Not me, she thought. Houses are for families, not girls that live all alone. They're too big for just me.
"Maybe..." She said, unsure of approaching strangers. Not everyone was as nice as B... She had learned that much from experience.
She looked startled for a moment, and warmth swelled in her heart. Protect me... she thought. That's what she had told him a Knight should do, but she didn't realize that he really meant it until now. She had never had anyone to protect her before- well, at least, not since she'd lost her memories. All of those cold, stormy nights, alone; all of those nightmares about getting gobbled up by some hulking beast; all of those days that she almost went hungry because the crops weren't growing and she was too nervous to ask anyone for food; there was nobody to protect her, then.
Trashy always expected it to be a mom, or a dad, or at least someone big and strong, when they finally came to her. But before her now, a baby kacheek stood, barely as tall as his Feepit, with an outstretched paw... And it was even better than she had expected.
She took his paw with her own. "Okay. Let's go."