dutchrain
* der Weisheit
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Kylikki snuggled up to Draco as the words kept flowing in her head. Feeding him, and giggling about it, the small morsels she had to place on the thicker part of his tongue, no way she could have thrown them in his mouth, left her no time to answer him. She wanted to think about what could be the best way how to act for him anyway. After the last piece was eaten and the floor clean again, she spread the fire again, to burn the last rests of the fish from the floor. She didn't want them to go bad and stink. It didn't take her long and she enjoyed his tales. Once she snuggled up to him, she enjoyed them even more.
They made her feel sorrow too. Sorrow for the world he lost, sorrow for the friends and mates he had lost. He was careful to tell her only about his youth and the world though. At least she felt it this way. She wiped a tear from her eye thinking it might be to painful for him to tell her about his friends yet. So many moons he lived here now, so much time they had spent together. It made her sad to think he would have to look for new friends almost constantly because of his long lifespan and mankind's short one in comparison.
When no new words flowed anymore for a while, she stirred.
"You could stay here until the first boats land. We could tell them about you. Show them we live peacefully, and send a request for an audition with the king? You could bring him a little gift, a calice or two. It would be a formality, if you declare yourself one of us, you are free to live where you want, only the King's woods are somewhat restricted, you, well, everyone, needs his permission to hunt there. I have never seen the King, but Irma has. She was one of his guards when she was still a man and a soldier. She could write you an introduction and you could add a few words in your own hand. I bet she would be willing to come along, but she might want to leave in a boat ..."
They made her feel sorrow too. Sorrow for the world he lost, sorrow for the friends and mates he had lost. He was careful to tell her only about his youth and the world though. At least she felt it this way. She wiped a tear from her eye thinking it might be to painful for him to tell her about his friends yet. So many moons he lived here now, so much time they had spent together. It made her sad to think he would have to look for new friends almost constantly because of his long lifespan and mankind's short one in comparison.
When no new words flowed anymore for a while, she stirred.
"You could stay here until the first boats land. We could tell them about you. Show them we live peacefully, and send a request for an audition with the king? You could bring him a little gift, a calice or two. It would be a formality, if you declare yourself one of us, you are free to live where you want, only the King's woods are somewhat restricted, you, well, everyone, needs his permission to hunt there. I have never seen the King, but Irma has. She was one of his guards when she was still a man and a soldier. She could write you an introduction and you could add a few words in your own hand. I bet she would be willing to come along, but she might want to leave in a boat ..."