The slave boy
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Played it out as if it's a boat Rurik is using at the moment. Maybe Rurik was out trying to find booze or something! Would be fun if he did not realize he has a blind passenger before he has already begun going downriver! 300+



The boy looked at the odd object with great interest. He knew what a boat was, because he was living by the sea and there were lots of boats by the abandoned harbour. It was just that he could not recall there having been a boat here before. Dahlia de Mai had been left behind temporarily for the sake of entertainment and exploring, and Conor had followed the Musquodoboit River, imagining it would lead him to a magnificent secret place if he just followed it all the way to the end. It would probably run out into the ocean at some point as it was said about all rivers, but Conor did sometimes give himself the right to fantasize and come up with imaginary worlds and places. He sometimes played this game by himself, imagining he was an explorer and discovering new and exotic places.

He had found something unusual today; this boat. It had been pushed or pulled a bit up on the shore so that the little river could not haul it into its current and down along with it. That had to mean that someone had done this. Perhaps it was a human. The boy had used whole five minutes walking up closer to the boat, as he had wondered if this was a human trap, if there was anyone on board that he could not see, anything! It looked quite empty, so the young male entered the water.. thingie and sniffed around, lilac eyes wide with excitement. It was not a large boat, but he had also seen smaller ones. The golden male opened the small door that revealed merely an empty room. Hmm, perhaps only for equipment to store away from violent waves and rain!

Conor, which was quickly diving into this game of his again, crawled inside the tiny room and clawed the door shut. He truly had grown up. His legs were pressed against his chest, and it was very clear to him that he was no longer the tiny runt that he had been when Alexey had found him all alone in Halifax. Conor was now a trapped slave, captured by vicious humans that wanted to take him away to unknown lands and sell him to some circus! His mind was so busy making up a great scenario that he did not immediately register that the boat’s owner was back.



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