A hunting we will go

[Dawali Amara]

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Crappy replyyy. Word Count: 505 As the fire slowly ate the food provided for it, Dawali stared into the orange and yellow, waiting for Leland to finish shifting. He wouldn't start cooking any of the meat until he'd asked Leland if he wanted it raw or not - it was better to wait. His gaze turned to his friend again when it was obvious that he was finished with the change, and then they followed the mix form as Leland rose to tear meat off of the dead doe. As the flesh changed hands, Dawali's white fingers arranging it on a long stick and trying to arrange it properly so it would stand on its own throughout the roasting process, his friend spoke, and the yellow gaze gained a curious touch. Mostly because he hadn't known Asha's ankle was hurt. Perhaps Leland assumed Asha and him had more contact than they did - most families did. But Dawali was an old person, at least in his own mind, and he didn't want to force her to spend time with him. She was independent, like her mother had been, and he knew it was important for the young. No matter their relationship, the news made him uncertain. If her ankle had been seriously hurt he knew Asha would have come to him - she knew very well of his medical skills - and he trusted her judgment on her own injury. Thus, it was no big a deal. What puzzled him so was why his friend felt it necessary to tell him. Now that he thought about it, his daughter's name had been mentioned in nearly every conversation the two had taken part in. Dawali was by no means a stupid man, but he hated assuming things about others. He liked to have things told him directly, and to speak directly, so it could not be misunderstood. Women always found a way to misunderstand anyway, but he knew Leland did not. Suddenly, he put some thought to the subject of their friendship, and what it consisted of. Asha and Leland's, that is. That in turn made him turn his thoughts onto his own friendship with the mix. If he was interested in his daughter all he needed to do was to say so - Asha was not stupid. She would do the right thing. It seemed obvious now, to Dawali, that the reason for Leland's presence among the AniWayan ranks was not himself, but his daughter. His face was casual still, while the thoughts ran through his mind. In reality, it took only a moment or two, but it was long enough to be noticeable. As Dawali looked up from the meat he was handling, and onto his friend, his face showed nothing out of the ordinary. One eyebrow arched, seemingly in concentration with the arrangement of flesh and stick, he looked at Leland as he spoke, before letting his eyes return to observe the task his hands were executing. She never told me her ankle was hurt.. Was it serious?

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