He nodded excitedly. "Yeah!" *** She grinned. "Be careful! It was nice meeting you and your cute mouse."
She gave him a cheeky grin again, tilting her head. "Okay! I'll... I'll come back tomorrow. And we can play hide and seek!" * * * He nodded, getting on the saddle and tightening the reins. "He is a cute mouse. Do you know how to get back?"
"And see the humans," she agreed, giving him a cheerful wave before moving back the way she had come. * * * The boy nodded slightly, looking down at her. "Hi, Nascha."
He paused before giving her a small smile. He urged the mouse forward, and within seconds, he had disappeared.
It was many years later. The house still stood and the tribes still bustled as always. It was generally an average day, summer time outside. Osiris was on the attic, sitting on the edge of a book, his legs swinging. Nascha was down below, a ways from her tribe. She set out the cheese she gathered and jumped behind a beam, waiting.
Dahlia was lying down behind him, staring up at the ceiling. “‘Siris?” she asked after a moment. *** Years had passed since she had seen the mouse boy. No one had known who he was or what tribe he came from. After hours of waiting, Nascha would see a delicate nose sniffing around the cheese.
He looked back at her curiously, leaning onto his hands. "Yeah?" *** Nascha's eyes narrowed, and she squinted as she watched the mouse.
“We should build a fort,” she said decisively, looking over at him. “A place that only the two of us know about.” *** The mouse sniffed around curiously, nibbling on the cheese. It was a larger deer mouse, having grown to be quite massive.
"That sounds like fun," he said decisively. "Where should we make it?" *** Nascha crept forward, carefully revealing herself as she spoke gently. "Hey, mousey.."
She squinted, looking around for a moment. "Up by the top window," she said decisively, standing up and brushing her hands on her pants. * * * The mouse looked up with its dark, beady eyes, squeaking curiously.
She nodded, putting her hands on her hips. This generally meant she was surveying something and coming up with a plan. "Yeah. We gotta make a pulley system." * * * It nosed under her hand immediately, encouraging her to pet him.
"That should be pretty easy," he said. "We just need to find the stuff." *** She grinned, petting it. "You're cute," she said warmly. "You remind me of something."
She nodded in agreement, pulling her hair back and securing it with a piece of twine. "Okay. We'll need a washcloth for the roof and some matches. Let's get up there first though. Get a feel of the area." * * * The mouse squeaked quietly, and a gruff voice came from the hole in the wall. "Munsheiner?" A boy not much older than her slung his leg over the hole in the wall. He had dark black hair and sharp green eyes. His mouth was covered by a bandana of sorts that concealed his expression. He had a sharpened blade in his belt and a coil of rope. He got to the ground and looked over at the two of them, his brows furrowing. "Munsheiner, get over here." The mouse squeaked in response and hurried over to the boy.
He nodded, getting up and stretching. "Sounds good." *** She squinted at him, backing up slightly. "..Munsheiner?"
She gave him a quick grin before heading towards the wall. "My mom expects me to be back for dinner, so we should make this part as quick as we can." * * * The boy looked over at her, frowning under his mask as he rubbed the mouse between the ears. "That's his name. It's not yours, so it shouldn't be your concern." He eyed the remains of the cheese and looked confused. "Are you... luring mice?"
