His lips tightened at the thought of divulging information that may wind up hurting him in the long run. He did not know what harm it could do so far from the only home he had known, but he also remembered the repercussions his words could bring when spoken unwisely. Gale nodded as the woman dismounted, not much shorter than himself. He peered at her, marveled at the darkness surrounding her, but saw the spear safely secured against her mount and relaxed. The men and women of the clan that controlled their lives had a tendencies to run on the darker side, but perhaps that was simply their breed. He and his sister had been brightly colored, and as he recalled, so had their mother. She had been a white gold tone, but his memory could be old that he had added a glow to it. His father was not dark either but his family had a much more varied selection of colors.
Gale nodded to the woman and turned back to the rock, sweeping around it to gaze down at his niece. She looked up sleepily from the lion's pelt, evergreen eyes tired as she huffed. "Food?" she asked and the man nodded, his smile heavy. "Soon, amorita." She dropped her head but a happy smile had spread across her face. Gale returned to face the dark woman as she spoke of her food and he nodded quickly, rushing to pull together dried grasses and bundles of twigs in a nook of the boulders and stones. "Warm meat is always good to a hungry belly," he said, though he did not often eat his meat raw. Then, he gestured to the girl laying quietly on the pelt.
"Yvette, this woman is going to get you something to eat," he said gently, looking at the woman imploringly. He would trust her, but he also believed in the goodness in people's hearts, despite the evidence to the contrary he had seen in Rome. "I am Gale and this is my daughter, Yvette."
Images credited to Jason Pier. Table style inspired by Kitty.
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