Bunch of Fruitcakes [XANIS]
After spending the day in the orchard with Dómari the other day, Alarik found himself itching to return. He may not have known much when it came to herbs and things, but that didn't make the place any less interesting. In fact, it may have been made more interesting by the fact that he didn't know the names of all the plant life that the area teemed with. But he wasn't foolish. He knew that if he had no knowledge of a particular herb, then he shouldn't go around eating them. Dómari had a better understanding of which herbs were safe and which could be harmful.
But Alarik still felt that he could enjoy himself if he made the trip to the orchard alone today. After all, he didn't want his brother thinking he was clinging to him like some dependent pup. But as it happened, the Xanilov family ended up in the same place anyway. And when Alarik landed his eyes on his big sister, he knew exactly why she had come. Last fall, during his time alone, he had found a place with a grand apple tree. It had been overflowing with fruit at that time of year, and the grass had been littered with treats. He knew how sweet and delicious the fruits were, and when he saw the other kinds of fruit scattered around Sigleif, his tail wagged excitedly behind him. He wanted to try them all. Sigleif looked full enough to burst; surely she wouldn't mind sharing.
Just as Alarik was increasing his pace, he heard the voice of his brother calling out, asking what she was eating and if it was any good. "I don't know about these things," Alarik called out as he approached his sister and nudged at a discarded peach and plum, but then he picked up a ripe apple in his jaws and playfully bowed toward his brother, rump swinging in the air. "Buh dese ahre delishuss!" he exclaimed, trying to talk around the fruit in his mouth.
He laughed a bit at himself and plopped down in the grass near Sigleif, laying down and setting the apple between his paws to hold it steady as he took a generous bite. And oh, the taste was even better than he remembered. Perhaps these apples were a different kind. Juicier, and sweeter. Alarik smiled at his siblings, very happy with the turn today had taken. "Talk" "You" Think |
