RIGBY
They ate in silence as the sun disappeared, the first insects of Flowerbirth emerging to croak and creak. This was a much better place to rest than the last, surrounded not by stinking bog and tar but soft grass and earthy smells. He'd never been somewhere like this before, fertile plains and sprawling meadows. It was nice, but not enough place to hide from the sun. He took the berries from her, popping them into his mouth. They weren't as good this time around, not after breakfast, lunch, and now this.
He stayed up a bit later than Maeve, repositioning and rolling and curling up as tight as his long limbs would let him. The cold set in, and he found himself shivering to sleep.
Once again he awoke to the girl patting his leg, and with a groan he rubbed his hand across his face. He yawned, scratched a bug bite at his collarbone, and made his way out of the tree. Maeve was gone by the time he hit the ground, he scanned to find her walking further down the stream. Comfortable in the distance, the boy flopped down into the grass, relaxing into the true quiet of being alone.
He'd almost dozed off again, he shot his head up at the sound of her voice. Squinting and propping himself up on his elbows, he looked over what she'd brought with her. More than berries, there were shoots and stalks of various wild veggies. Any food was good to him, his face lit with a half smile, maybe an attempt at returning her cheery sentiment. "Where'd you find this?" he asked, standing and moving closer.
He stayed up a bit later than Maeve, repositioning and rolling and curling up as tight as his long limbs would let him. The cold set in, and he found himself shivering to sleep.
Once again he awoke to the girl patting his leg, and with a groan he rubbed his hand across his face. He yawned, scratched a bug bite at his collarbone, and made his way out of the tree. Maeve was gone by the time he hit the ground, he scanned to find her walking further down the stream. Comfortable in the distance, the boy flopped down into the grass, relaxing into the true quiet of being alone.
He'd almost dozed off again, he shot his head up at the sound of her voice. Squinting and propping himself up on his elbows, he looked over what she'd brought with her. More than berries, there were shoots and stalks of various wild veggies. Any food was good to him, his face lit with a half smile, maybe an attempt at returning her cheery sentiment. "Where'd you find this?" he asked, standing and moving closer.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
