08-08-2009, 08:57 PM
Mason found it hard to sit still, but he kept his feet firmly planted in the ground, curling his dew claws into the gritty sand for good measure. He did not want this stranger to find him inadequate. He knew that she was not his mother, and that she was not obligated to be nice to him. However fearsome her appearance, though, she was being accepting and even kind. He very much appreciated the scarred woman's gestures. If he had learned anything in his travels, it was that the world wasn't the most pleasant place. He knew he had to carve out his own place in it in order to survive and that he couldn't do it alone.
And she smiled at him. The child was not frightened of her, despite the shocking display of scars over her features. In Mason's estimation, that only made the woman that more valuable. She had obviously fought something and had won and lived to tell the tale. He admired that quality in her already. He wanted to be strong, to be able to survive. The boy had a feeling that she had a lot to teach him, if she was willing to give him those lessons.
"Yes, ma'am," the boy answered simply. He did not elaborate on his story. He would only answer what she asked, for at this moment his mind and heart raced, glad that he had found her. Or, it seemed she had found him out in this weather. "That's what I is. Do you think I can stay, and can learn?" the boy asked, eagerness evident in every line of his body.
And she smiled at him. The child was not frightened of her, despite the shocking display of scars over her features. In Mason's estimation, that only made the woman that more valuable. She had obviously fought something and had won and lived to tell the tale. He admired that quality in her already. He wanted to be strong, to be able to survive. The boy had a feeling that she had a lot to teach him, if she was willing to give him those lessons.
"Yes, ma'am," the boy answered simply. He did not elaborate on his story. He would only answer what she asked, for at this moment his mind and heart raced, glad that he had found her. Or, it seemed she had found him out in this weather. "That's what I is. Do you think I can stay, and can learn?" the boy asked, eagerness evident in every line of his body.