Kip
The large, cheese-snacking man should have known Sunjata was approaching, because nothing else in the forest smelled of lavish feast–golden honey ham and sweet cinnamon rolls, somehow the combination worked–an exact match to what Kip most desired.
Oh, how he wished he had brought more to eat on this day.
Belly grumbling, Kip tipped his head up just the other waved from afar. Politeness led him to pull back his earthy cloak, revealing familiar features. Skin, despite not seeing much sun during the colder season, was still dark as roots and the dead leaves that scattered the grounds, his eyes–nearly blending in outside of the golden ropes along the edges. His frame remained hidden under his cloak, but beneath the leafy fibers was nothing special: Kip was just a large man with a heart of gold. He was slow to smile, not because he was unfriendly, but because Kip moved like the ancients, like the trees swaying slowly: Kip was slow and mostly deliberate with his motions.
“Sunjata,” he greeted, carefully searching his provisions and deciding just how much he’d have to split up. A small sigh–he’d brought his good cheese, but he supposed there were worse critters he could be sharing with. His gaze cascaded past the other, catching the other trying to bundle up in such cold weather.
“I dare not say things are calm–there is much more light left in this day.” Glancing the stones as if to gesture to whatever spirits might be lurking about. Even when it was quiet and everything seemed still, Kipper felt the others in his presence, always there, like a small grain of sand in the bottom of his shoe.
“How are things for you?”
Oh, how he wished he had brought more to eat on this day.
Belly grumbling, Kip tipped his head up just the other waved from afar. Politeness led him to pull back his earthy cloak, revealing familiar features. Skin, despite not seeing much sun during the colder season, was still dark as roots and the dead leaves that scattered the grounds, his eyes–nearly blending in outside of the golden ropes along the edges. His frame remained hidden under his cloak, but beneath the leafy fibers was nothing special: Kip was just a large man with a heart of gold. He was slow to smile, not because he was unfriendly, but because Kip moved like the ancients, like the trees swaying slowly: Kip was slow and mostly deliberate with his motions.
“Sunjata,” he greeted, carefully searching his provisions and deciding just how much he’d have to split up. A small sigh–he’d brought his good cheese, but he supposed there were worse critters he could be sharing with. His gaze cascaded past the other, catching the other trying to bundle up in such cold weather.
“I dare not say things are calm–there is much more light left in this day.” Glancing the stones as if to gesture to whatever spirits might be lurking about. Even when it was quiet and everything seemed still, Kipper felt the others in his presence, always there, like a small grain of sand in the bottom of his shoe.
“How are things for you?”
