Silence
Anonymous Me
Arames sat near the fire with his metal and simply let Talia go about as she wished. He stopped his work only temporarily when she suggested that he should kill anyone that came through the door that was not her. Like she thought he'd really do that again. Keeping his back to the door he rolled his eyes slightly and pounded the gold again. He wanted to make it thin before rolling it.
It must have taken Talia a while to find whatever it was she was looking for because he was nearly done rolling the metal when she returned and he'd started to play with twisting it into filigree. Arames didn't have his usual patience tonight and he wanted to get to the better part first and do a little design before finishing hammering out the gold. Suddenly in the middle of his work the girl flopped food on the floor next to him. Arames didn't care to eat right now, but he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it if he refused. Taking one of the little pies in his big brown hand he started to unceremoniously shove it into his mouth one handful at a time. A few crumbles fell out of the corner of his mouth and more from between his fingers.
With his cheeks bulging he tried to chew and it was impossible to keep his mouth closed. Bits of the bread and meat showed from between his lips as he forced the food between his teeth and mashed it down. When his mouth had a little more space he pushed the few crumbles he gathered from the floor and shoved them in with the rest of the food. She didn't ask it to be pretty, so he just ate and got it over with. No sooner had he finished shoving the last of the food into his still stuffed face then he felt her jerk his shirt up.
With a grunt he jumped slightly and cast her a disapproving frown. His shirt had been stuck to the wound and plastered in place with a small bit of blood that had seeped from the injury. It wasn't bleeding anymore, at least not until she tore the shirt away from the wound. Turning from her again he continued to work on the filigree. When she finished caring for the wound he could hear her grumbling under breath and the groaning of the bed while it was shoved from one part of the room into the other part. Maybe it was backwards, but it felt satisfying to hear her try and thank herself on his behalf. If he really thought what she did was necessary he would thank her. In the meantime she could stand around and gripe all she wanted. The food and neither was her pestering with his wound necessary. She was just trying to fuss about and try to make herself more useful than she really was.
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Arames hadn't gone to bed until the wee hours of the morning. That girl could order him around all she wanted, but he was going to do as he pleased. He'd been a man long enough to know what his limits were. He wasn't at his limit yet even if she thought she was testing him. Morning came a little earlier than the day before and he narrowed his eyes slightly at her. Talia had gone to bed early and she wanted to see if he'd drag behind her today. His side felt better and he was going to be proving her wrong.
The morning mist felt cold, but he tried to keep his arms moving and legs at a good pace. It was fast enough the girl had to jog to lead the way. Cold like this felt so strange ad made him feel heavy. Talia didn't act like it was cold, but that was probably because she was used to the cold by now. Arames much preferred the desert and the constant heat. It made moving easier and he felt more like a natural Chip instead of a giant wooden creature with stiff limbs and brittle bones. Once he got the pace going and his blood pumping a little bit the Chip felt better.
About time it looked like they were making progress he felt Talia pull at him and he frowned at her and resisted for a brief moment. The girl practically hung on him and then he relented and went down to his knees. Thhhppp! A dull thud sounded as an arrow planted itself not far from where they were at. Instantly Arames started to feel a little panicky. He closed his eyes and focused for a few precious seconds while trying to ignore the girl behind him yelling. For that moment he was trying to envision where the arrow came from, the wind direction and approximately how hard it would be to get to that location. Opening his eyes again took a deep breath and stood, but only so high as a crouch. Letting out a long breath he started to dart off through the tall grass toward the forest. Sometimes he would dip low enough that he would disappear and then other times he would rise up a tiny bit.
He wanted to do this like an animal would stock its prey. If they could see him then he would drop out of site again and change his direction slightly until he reached the forest. Once he was in the forest Arames scanned the area. He was sure he spotted the offender that had shot at them and he made a charge for them. His plan was to tackle them and then he really didn't know what he was going to do. With just a hint of hesitation he took one step and then launched himself full force at the offending party.
It must have taken Talia a while to find whatever it was she was looking for because he was nearly done rolling the metal when she returned and he'd started to play with twisting it into filigree. Arames didn't have his usual patience tonight and he wanted to get to the better part first and do a little design before finishing hammering out the gold. Suddenly in the middle of his work the girl flopped food on the floor next to him. Arames didn't care to eat right now, but he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it if he refused. Taking one of the little pies in his big brown hand he started to unceremoniously shove it into his mouth one handful at a time. A few crumbles fell out of the corner of his mouth and more from between his fingers.
With his cheeks bulging he tried to chew and it was impossible to keep his mouth closed. Bits of the bread and meat showed from between his lips as he forced the food between his teeth and mashed it down. When his mouth had a little more space he pushed the few crumbles he gathered from the floor and shoved them in with the rest of the food. She didn't ask it to be pretty, so he just ate and got it over with. No sooner had he finished shoving the last of the food into his still stuffed face then he felt her jerk his shirt up.
With a grunt he jumped slightly and cast her a disapproving frown. His shirt had been stuck to the wound and plastered in place with a small bit of blood that had seeped from the injury. It wasn't bleeding anymore, at least not until she tore the shirt away from the wound. Turning from her again he continued to work on the filigree. When she finished caring for the wound he could hear her grumbling under breath and the groaning of the bed while it was shoved from one part of the room into the other part. Maybe it was backwards, but it felt satisfying to hear her try and thank herself on his behalf. If he really thought what she did was necessary he would thank her. In the meantime she could stand around and gripe all she wanted. The food and neither was her pestering with his wound necessary. She was just trying to fuss about and try to make herself more useful than she really was.
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Arames hadn't gone to bed until the wee hours of the morning. That girl could order him around all she wanted, but he was going to do as he pleased. He'd been a man long enough to know what his limits were. He wasn't at his limit yet even if she thought she was testing him. Morning came a little earlier than the day before and he narrowed his eyes slightly at her. Talia had gone to bed early and she wanted to see if he'd drag behind her today. His side felt better and he was going to be proving her wrong.
The morning mist felt cold, but he tried to keep his arms moving and legs at a good pace. It was fast enough the girl had to jog to lead the way. Cold like this felt so strange ad made him feel heavy. Talia didn't act like it was cold, but that was probably because she was used to the cold by now. Arames much preferred the desert and the constant heat. It made moving easier and he felt more like a natural Chip instead of a giant wooden creature with stiff limbs and brittle bones. Once he got the pace going and his blood pumping a little bit the Chip felt better.
About time it looked like they were making progress he felt Talia pull at him and he frowned at her and resisted for a brief moment. The girl practically hung on him and then he relented and went down to his knees. Thhhppp! A dull thud sounded as an arrow planted itself not far from where they were at. Instantly Arames started to feel a little panicky. He closed his eyes and focused for a few precious seconds while trying to ignore the girl behind him yelling. For that moment he was trying to envision where the arrow came from, the wind direction and approximately how hard it would be to get to that location. Opening his eyes again took a deep breath and stood, but only so high as a crouch. Letting out a long breath he started to dart off through the tall grass toward the forest. Sometimes he would dip low enough that he would disappear and then other times he would rise up a tiny bit.
He wanted to do this like an animal would stock its prey. If they could see him then he would drop out of site again and change his direction slightly until he reached the forest. Once he was in the forest Arames scanned the area. He was sure he spotted the offender that had shot at them and he made a charge for them. His plan was to tackle them and then he really didn't know what he was going to do. With just a hint of hesitation he took one step and then launched himself full force at the offending party.