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Galadriel55 · 06-18-2012, 07:02 PM

"Hello! Are you hurt?" asked the man. Theolain took no notice.

"You are hurt," the man added after a few moments. Theolain listened, but made no reply. "How old are you, child?" Theolain gave the man a hesitant grin as he looked up at his tall form.

Then, without any warning, Theolain dashed away. When he was half a score feet - and a few tumbles - away from the man he turned and looked mischievously at him.

littlemanpoet · 06-19-2012, 07:07 PM

The lad could be no more than four. Harreld allowed a half smile. The child needed a playmate. An overlarge smith would not be the best choice of one, especially as he was still half covered in soot and black and other smudges of unnamed origin.

"Do your mom and pop know where you are?"

The boy just eyed him, waiting for him to give chase.

"Oh, that's right, you don't talk."

Harreld debated whether to bring the food to Garreth or to give chase. Then another thought struck him. He took the wrapping off a little bit of bread and revealed it to the child.

"Mmmmmmmm! Tasty! Do you want some?"

06-18-2012, 07:02 PM	#1
Galadriel55 Blossom of Dwimordene Join Date: Oct 2010 Location: The realm of forgotten words Posts: 10,486	"Hello! Are you hurt?" asked the man. Theolain took no notice. "You are hurt," the man added after a few moments. Theolain listened, but made no reply. "How old are you, child?" Theolain gave the man a hesitant grin as he looked up at his tall form. Then, without any warning, Theolain dashed away. When he was half a score feet - and a few tumbles - away from the man he turned and looked mischievously at him.

06-19-2012, 07:07 PM	#2
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	The lad could be no more than four. Harreld allowed a half smile. The child needed a playmate. An overlarge smith would not be the best choice of one, especially as he was still half covered in soot and black and other smudges of unnamed origin. "Do your mom and pop know where you are?" The boy just eyed him, waiting for him to give chase. "Oh, that's right, you don't talk." Harreld debated whether to bring the food to Garreth or to give chase. Then another thought struck him. He took the wrapping off a little bit of bread and revealed it to the child. "Mmmmmmmm! Tasty! Do you want some?"