"Hmm. I have practiced dodging rocks and arrows," Hadama mused, his own streak of mischief rising to match Evie's as he pretended to solemn seriousness. "But not knives." He watched her scoop her kitten up to his new perch, amused at the young cub's insistence, then gave her question due thought. There were not many easy options (aside from the rocks he had already trained with thanks to Melita), but one did come to mind...
The tallest trees that shaded the Pool, growing right up into the beach, had slender, graceful trunks crowned with broad green fronds. They swayed in the wind, and clusters of their ripe fruit occasionally knocked together. Though one had not fallen during their conversation so far, the ground beneath was littered with a half dozen or so that had dropped in earlier days. Several had even split their husks upon landing on hard rocks, their seeds peeking out and easy to retrieve.
"Have you considered a coconut?" he asked his friend with all due gravitas.
The tallest trees that shaded the Pool, growing right up into the beach, had slender, graceful trunks crowned with broad green fronds. They swayed in the wind, and clusters of their ripe fruit occasionally knocked together. Though one had not fallen during their conversation so far, the ground beneath was littered with a half dozen or so that had dropped in earlier days. Several had even split their husks upon landing on hard rocks, their seeds peeking out and easy to retrieve.
"Have you considered a coconut?" he asked his friend with all due gravitas.
