11-03-2009, 04:18 PM
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He knew nothing; she knew everything. He was the follower, her serf, her son, her protector. She alone taught him; Khalif had been nothing. There he had not been taught anything. Larkspur could not read. He could not write. All he knew was how to fight. Larkspur was damn good at that. It was the only reason he had survived to see his fourth birthday.
A low whine escaped his muzzle as his ears fell back against his head. He hated when she explained the outside world in ways he did not understand. It made him feel ignorant, though by all accounts, he was. “I’ve never touched a girl,” he explained, knowing she knew this. “I don’t know what to do.”
He knew nothing; she knew everything. He was the follower, her serf, her son, her protector. She alone taught him; Khalif had been nothing. There he had not been taught anything. Larkspur could not read. He could not write. All he knew was how to fight. Larkspur was damn good at that. It was the only reason he had survived to see his fourth birthday.
A low whine escaped his muzzle as his ears fell back against his head. He hated when she explained the outside world in ways he did not understand. It made him feel ignorant, though by all accounts, he was. “I’ve never touched a girl,” he explained, knowing she knew this. “I don’t know what to do.”
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