I walked over to my bed where Shea had walked from, I sat and looked at him and closed my eyes and fell back into my bed. Within my mind I analysed Shea.
His eyes were a foggy green and he seemed as though he has had a simple life. He must have been from a better village where the boys can attend class. Which would further to explain his strange kit and steamed bike.
"Fallow, Fallow?!" My eyes opened to the pleas of Shea. I swiftly opened my eyes shocked to Shea's fright.
"Oh, I'm sorry Fallow. I was concerned with how your body would have responded to the shocks of that cold water. Within my work I've seen numerous people who appeared fine one second close their eyes the next and never open them again." Shea sighed as he stepped back from my bedside.
After the four of us ate together and Roison returned home with my father's assistance. He himself returned moments later and retired to bed. Leaving the two estranged teens.
"Would it be forward of me to ask to be taken in for the night? With all that happened today I hadn't had much time to prepare a camp for myself." Shea politely asked.
"Oh why sure, feel free to sleep in my bed tonight."
"If I'm in your bed where will you sleep?" Shea asked in confusion.
"I'm really not sure, anyways I'll see you tomorrow." I said while heading towards the door.
"WAIT? Where are you going?" Shea startledly said.
"Out." I said with the door more so behind me.
Sometimes I feel how vague I am can be cruel, but there's a chance that Shea will follow me. I walked the same route I did this morning except I wandered off course and through the forest. I followed fireflies and strange scents admits the air. Leading myself into a swamp where a road followed the curves of a mountain while damp ground led to a shack held high off the ground with two staircases leading to doors on either side of the shack.
I made my way up the stairs to the door where I knocked and announced myself
"Hello, is anyone in? ...Can I come in? .... I'm just going to come in now."
Within the house sat a man by a small cast iron stove reading a book. He had white hair that was as crazy as a wild flower. His ears and nose were large and like a tree's rings spoke his age. He was a thin man long arms and short legs. His hands engulfed the book and his eyes were enlarged by his glasses.
"Oh what a guest, Are you far from home?" He asked.
"I guess you could say that I have no home." I replied.
"Where did you come from then if you have no home?" He asked with a calm state.
"I came from a village which appears to be home." I replied.
"Were you raised there? Or did you just stumble upon the village like you did upon myself?" He asked with what seemed to sprout great interest.
"I was raised there but I also stumbled upon it. It is home but at the same time it is not." I replied.
The man shook his ears causing them to grow upward into the ears of a hare.
"Dear girl, where is home to you?" He asked while twitching his nose that shrunk to a snout of a hare.
"As much as anywhere could be considered home, nowhere seems to be home." I replied.
He now pushed his foot off the ground before standing up from his chair and placing his book on the table. Once the book was secured the man fully transformed into an abnormally large hare. However his glasses remained and his clothes seemed to shrink to size.
"What a wonder you are." The Hare chuckled. With a hop in his step he hopped on over to a small cupboard where he pulled out a pipe and packed it with some lovely coloured leaves and lit it with a hot poker from his fire.
Hopping back towards myself and his chair he climbed back and positioned himself to the same stance he had upon my entering.
"Take a seat dear, join me and my pipe." The Hare asked politely.
So like any other girl my age I sat and shared a pipe with a Hare. We spoke of philosophy and life until he remembered he had an invitation to a Social in the throned quarters. Now that he was one high hare he felt that inviting myself to crash the event was but a rich idea he could never turn down.
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