"Maybe we can figure something out," he said hopefully, "or I can talk to your tribe.." *** She frowned slightly, folding her arms. "I know.."
She was quiet for a moment, but her silence seemed to indicate that she was unconvinced. "I don't want to lose you." * * * He noticed her frown, going quiet for a moment. "I'm glad he brings you comfort."
He pulled away to look at her. "I don't want to lose you either." *** She looked up at him. "He does."
Her eyes were welling up with tears and she was quiet for a moment before she opened her mouth to say something. The rising sun caught her eye and she looked over, her brows furrowing. "We need to get back." *.* * Victor had a strange expression on his face, but it quickly disappeared. "Have you taught him any tricks?"
He looked over before nodding, continuing on their way back. *** She looked thoughtful. "Nothing fancy. Just to come and stay for now."
One evening, they were sitting on a windowsill down in the kitchen. Dahlia's head was resting on his shoulder, completely asleep. The house was silent. * * * "What do you want him to learn?"
Osiris was quiet as well, his head leaned back as he slept. *** "I'm not sure. What do you teach yours?"
The sun crept over the horizon as they dozed and as the sunlight hit their faces, Dahlia woke blearily. She squinted out at the sunlight for a moment before her eyes widened and she gasped, sitting up straight. "Cy. Cy, wake up. Cy." * * * "Oh, you know. Retrieval. Survival. Paths around the woods that are safe to roam. That kind of thing."
"We slept," she said, a fear in her eyes unlike the kind he would have seen before. "It's daytime." * * * "Not as much use for that when you live indoors, I suppose."
He stood up quickly. "Go back to your tribe. I'll find another way to mine." *** "No, I guess not. We can figure something out.
She looked very nervous, standing up as well. "Cy, they're going to know." * * * "If he's anything like Muns, he'll be a quick learner."
His sternness seemed to subdue her and she bit her lip before turning and leaving without another word. * * * He approached an old oak tree, tilting his head back thoughtfully.
(Yoop!) Osiris had made it back generally easy, not raising any alarms. *** She watched him curiously. "What do you use it for?"
Dahlia had not come to see him within a week. * * * "Application, mostly," he said. "It's like... what's do the humans use? Glue?"
