i'm just waiting 'til you really let your guard down
Oh, but he has been watching for some time, now. And wouldn't you know, the boy is quite liberal with showing off his digusting little flourishes (in a fight with a harpy in the market, for instance) and so Shaju is well aware of what to expect. He is ready for it.
He's hoping for it.
The wing snaps out and strong hands catch at it. They grasp, yank, twist - and a splintering crack echoes throughout the woods, as though he's stepped on a particularly dry twig. He wants the boy to scream, to gasp in a breath that is nothing more than water.
You're wrong, Sunjata says.
"That isn't what your mother thought, by the end," he tells him, the boot pressing more insistently before he removes it, stepping out of the stream as if this is little more than a detour. "My, the things she had to say about you, boy. If you had only done what you were asked, perhaps she'd be around now to coddle you further. A shame, that you didn't care enough to save her."
He snaps his fingers and gestures down the stream. "Keep walking. There is a ways to go."
He's hoping for it.
The wing snaps out and strong hands catch at it. They grasp, yank, twist - and a splintering crack echoes throughout the woods, as though he's stepped on a particularly dry twig. He wants the boy to scream, to gasp in a breath that is nothing more than water.
You're wrong, Sunjata says.
"That isn't what your mother thought, by the end," he tells him, the boot pressing more insistently before he removes it, stepping out of the stream as if this is little more than a detour. "My, the things she had to say about you, boy. If you had only done what you were asked, perhaps she'd be around now to coddle you further. A shame, that you didn't care enough to save her."
He snaps his fingers and gestures down the stream. "Keep walking. There is a ways to go."
SHAJU
