Gods knew when the rain would let up again. Certainly not before he left. No matter, the rain didn't bother him so much on land.
What's got 'er so nervous all of a sudden? She hadn't seemed threatened by him so far, despite his size, and he'd been all sweetness. He made a noise of understanding as she described her relationship with the authorities. But she'd already mentioned that to Taru, so why bring it up to him? He was just the sort you didn't have to explain yourself to. Â
He was wondering whether he should head all the way out or try to find a place to sleep for the night when her words hooked his attention once again. Did she say 'kill'?
He stared right back at her. He wasn't nearly the clever sort that Taru was, but he put everything he could into keeping straight, into reading behind her face and her words. He leaned in close, his great face drawn shadowed in the dim candlelight.
And then he laughed. His face cracked and his mouth opened wide and his arms came to his sides and his great guffawing shook the boards beneath them. He slapped his belly and tried to open his eyes, to look at her.
"Taru?"
More laughter, and greater.
"Yer askin' me 'bout Taru?"
Chuckles continued to sneak out of him as he composed himself. He stood up and wiped his eyes and said, "Oh kid, yer sharp. Heh, a regular riot."
He lowered his head into his hands and shook lightly, mumbling to himself incredulously, "Worryin' herself o'er Taru, heh heh."
What's got 'er so nervous all of a sudden? She hadn't seemed threatened by him so far, despite his size, and he'd been all sweetness. He made a noise of understanding as she described her relationship with the authorities. But she'd already mentioned that to Taru, so why bring it up to him? He was just the sort you didn't have to explain yourself to. Â
He was wondering whether he should head all the way out or try to find a place to sleep for the night when her words hooked his attention once again. Did she say 'kill'?
He stared right back at her. He wasn't nearly the clever sort that Taru was, but he put everything he could into keeping straight, into reading behind her face and her words. He leaned in close, his great face drawn shadowed in the dim candlelight.
And then he laughed. His face cracked and his mouth opened wide and his arms came to his sides and his great guffawing shook the boards beneath them. He slapped his belly and tried to open his eyes, to look at her.
"Taru?"
More laughter, and greater.
"Yer askin' me 'bout Taru?"
Chuckles continued to sneak out of him as he composed himself. He stood up and wiped his eyes and said, "Oh kid, yer sharp. Heh, a regular riot."
He lowered his head into his hands and shook lightly, mumbling to himself incredulously, "Worryin' herself o'er Taru, heh heh."
