03-25-2009, 08:09 PM
The word machine was unknown to Brennt, and the special relevance behind green went over his head entirely. One way or the other, though, it made him happy that she was pleased with the one he had offered her. The good-feeling of gift-giving was new to him, and so he savored the moment, though he didn't really know that was what he was doing. He watched her as she tipped her green roller into motion, and as she ran after it as it gained speed. She was fast enough to leap over it, a feat which was wholly out of his range of consideration, and which was even more amazing than just her speed. He looked down at his roller, and got it in his head to try jumping over it, but fear began to tighten his throat, and it took him several moments to wave that bad feeling away. He couldn't jump over a fast-moving roller, that was crazy. Maz could do it because she was special in that way. Brennt was not.
As if trying to prove that everything was still okay, and that he could have fun even if he couldn't replicate her feat, he tipped the red rolly-roller into the street, and let it begin down the hill, running to keep up, delighting in the variant on the same sound that it made. By the time he got down to the bottom of the hill where Maz was, he was tired all over again, but the stupid grin was on his face. The rollers had made him forget about his inadequacies all over again, and he was just happy to be around someone who didn't think he was stupid.
"I'm hungry," he said rather suddenly, his eyes opening wide and looking around, as if they might find something to eat just lying around. Rather, he was seeking woods where fair-sized prey might reside, since he knew that large open spaces like one found between a lot of the structures here weren't favorable to rabbits and raccoons and such on account of wolves like himself and raptors. "Do you want to hunt, Maz?" It was a straight-forward question, like everything Brennt said, there were very few superfluous words, largely because he didn't know how to construct sentences that weren't simple and direct. Hopefully, Maz didn't dislike that, because lots of wolves that did let him know about it, in subtle ways that he could detect, even if he didn't know how to describe them with words.
As if trying to prove that everything was still okay, and that he could have fun even if he couldn't replicate her feat, he tipped the red rolly-roller into the street, and let it begin down the hill, running to keep up, delighting in the variant on the same sound that it made. By the time he got down to the bottom of the hill where Maz was, he was tired all over again, but the stupid grin was on his face. The rollers had made him forget about his inadequacies all over again, and he was just happy to be around someone who didn't think he was stupid.
"I'm hungry," he said rather suddenly, his eyes opening wide and looking around, as if they might find something to eat just lying around. Rather, he was seeking woods where fair-sized prey might reside, since he knew that large open spaces like one found between a lot of the structures here weren't favorable to rabbits and raccoons and such on account of wolves like himself and raptors. "Do you want to hunt, Maz?" It was a straight-forward question, like everything Brennt said, there were very few superfluous words, largely because he didn't know how to construct sentences that weren't simple and direct. Hopefully, Maz didn't dislike that, because lots of wolves that did let him know about it, in subtle ways that he could detect, even if he didn't know how to describe them with words.