breakfast
11-21-2016, 11:23 PM
| Fortune looks to the child as he clamors over the log, watching him make his way. He was a thinker. She likes it. Smart boy, he'd get himself far enough along to do enough good. Smart. Smart is good. Fortune nods to the young man, a sort of praise. A direct sort of praise. Gentle. More than gentle. She's happy with that. The brave could only help that he could too. He's looking to the birds, pointing quietly. "A duck, a mallard to be exact. Their meat is dark, greasy, good to keep fat on your bones, good for the winter. They're hard to catch unless you sneak up on them, but very worth it. Ground nesting birds are easy to get sneaky with, you see." She speaks intelligently to the child, letting him take note of the information. Fortune believes firmly that knowledge is power, and she's going to talk to Fable like he's an adult. There's something bold about it. Something careful. "Which one next?" Her voice is gentle, a soft whisper to the young man. Careful as always not to scare the words, belly down in the soft ground. It's easier to remain unseen by the birds down here. fortune shock & awe |