Larksong Grotto Go ahead, make my day

The voice that chimed in reply was not one expected. This was not the same as the girl prior. His suspicions had been false, as it appeared.

Arashi turned his head in spite, searching for whom had spoken. They were young, no doubt. A mature man would have more bellow; but this one was too adenoidal. It took many tries before the slumped figure of a boy was caught lumbering through the growth. A sly one; trying to remain hidden, though he had failed miserably.

In a few, long strides, the behemoth had closed the space. Taking place of the distance, he now stood over the one who had spoken out.

Such words of disdain were not meant for you, boy. There had been a girl before, pleading that I provide her supper. Upon my refusal, a suspicion had grown that she would choose to follow me and continue to pester. Since I have found you, it seems I was wrong. The man spoke, tone a bit harsh and bitter. Once his lips were sealed, he took advantage of the silence and observed, studying all aspects of the child.

What is your name and where is it you belong? Arashi decidedly asked. The query was straightforward, but a prompt reply was expected regardless.