Duck Lake sweet dreams

The boy had not done as he’d been told. Rather, he’d remained there, looking towards the Inuit before having decided to speak. His words were irritating enough to prompt a glare into filling out Xan’s eyes, and a single step forward was taken. There was a moment in which his mind was filled by reckless thoughts, but he’d dismissed them just as soon as they’d formed. He knew better now than to act without thinking—for the most part, that is. There were still plenty of times in which impulse had, and would, win over carefully thought–out plans. It seemed as if the present would be such a time, but, for now, he held back. Control over his own self was practiced, at least until it no longer seemed beneficial.

“It’s mine for the day,” he’d retorted, and then fell silent. An idea popped into his head, one that wasn’t reckless. It could, perhaps, even benefit him, if the other would do as he was about to be told. “You can stay only if you pay a fee,” the boy stated, offering the chance for a deal to be brokered. Should it not be accepted, well, he wasn’t entirely certain about what his next move would be.