Despite the look on his face, Sascha was –how could you say– looking forward to this day. He didn’t know much about his father, only what he looked like and the twitches. That he spoke the language he knew most and was from where he was born. Other than that, nothing much. Perhaps their time alone together would be the best time to learn more things about him. He still wasn't sure if Cotl had come to the realization that Sascha's unspoken words were true. Sascha found it hard to think that he would find this news hard to believe. Perhaps he was naive to think that Cotl would believe him on the spot. He remembered having to write his message to him in dirt when he was telling him. Though, drawing on the ground was not an easy task. He had to write slowly and rub his hand in the dirt to erase what he had written. It made his hands dirty, though he didn't mind. Sas didn't really pay much attention to keeping his pelt clean. In the past, staying clean was the last thing on his mind. He had many other things that were far more important for him to pay attention to. His mother was one of them. If he did one wrong thing, no matter how small it was, he would receive her wrath; even if it wasn't wrong in his eyes. If whatever he did was wrong in her eyes, he would get beaten. He was always in the way and the last to escape (if he even escaped). Most of the time, he was the one who would gain fresh scars from his mother.
It was a good thing Cotl helped him up on the horse. He didn't know how to mount the being but once he got on, he thought he would be able to ride like his father. Though, riding a horse was harder than it looked. When he first saw his father on Maschine, he made it look like there was nothing to it. He even enjoyed the sight and thought it was an easy task to perform. However, riding on him now, he felt as though his eyes lied. It wasn't easy at all. He had no choice but to hold on to Cotl's shoulders with tightness to his grip. He didn't mean to cause his father any pain if he did but it was a reaction that he couldn't help. Some hours went by as they both rode the horse to where they were headed. The dead city was where they would find tools for communicating with others. It would beat writing on the ground like he did when he first arrived. Though, he was worried that he would lose what he would gain today. He would have to try his hardest to not lose the paper and writing utensil that he would get with the help of Cotl. The stallion stopped before a building, though Sascha didn't move as his hands still gripped the man's shoulders. He was unsure if this was the place but he had a feeling it was. The turn of Cotl's head caused Sas to look at him as he listen to him speak in the well known language. This was their first stop, the library. His father than peeled Sascha's fingers off his shoulder and removed himself from Maschine. Cotl looked at him, waiting for him to get off. He was taller than him so helping him get off would be hard for his father. So he finally moved, swinging his other leg around and sliding off. He felt a little awkward but he at least landed on his feet. With his tourette's added, he told him to grab one of the bags on the horse. Cotl twitched again as he looked to his horse and said that he would stay in his own special way. Sascha knew he says weird and random things like that so it didn't faze him too much. He grabbed one of the bags as he began to blow raspberries, something he did often.
He followed, silently while carrying the bag at his side, as Cotl led him through the large library doors. Sas kept up with him, blowing raspberries and watching him pick up books. Sascha wasn't sure what his father was looking for but he watched as he tried to figure it out himself. It appeared that he was searching for something with smell. Why else would he be sniffing? He came to a desk that seemed to be one of the few that still remained standing. When his father turned to him, having a wicked smile on his face, he handed him a feathery thing with ink. Along with that, he handed him a book. He placed the book in the bag but he studied the inks and the feather for a little bit longer. His scowl was a little harder than before, only because he was confused. He had never used this kind of writing utensil before. He finally placed them in the bag as well as Cotl began to speak again. They were looking for a...sling. Sascha nodded, unsure why he was smiling like that. He tilted his head slightly as he stared at him for a second. He looked on the ground, searching for anything that looked like what Cotl had. He began walking, passing the man to find a sling of some sort. He kicked some books to see if there was anything under them.
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