A gasp of delight warred its way through his lungs, grasping away at the fluid building within for a moment. ”Wow!” Excitedly, he began to tear through them, one by one, and then eventually in handfuls, save for the few the stranger had snagged. ”Can you do that all the time? Just-,” the wave of exultation made him spasm and cough again, and he ignored the blood intermingling, interspersing, with the berry juice on his chin. “Just make food appear?” How that would’ve made their lives so much easier! Then he wouldn't have to worry so much about next meals! ”I wish I could do that. Then I could feed my broth-,” another cough; deeper and harsher. ”My brothers and sisters.”
A name to a face followed, and the child had already turned towards the angelic man, face full of glee, any apprehension gone. “I’m Malcolm.”
A name to a face followed, and the child had already turned towards the angelic man, face full of glee, any apprehension gone. “I’m Malcolm.”
