the one that got away
Alarik scrunched up his nose and wiggled it a bit, as if doing so would stop it from throbbing. Ah, well. No blood, no foul, right? And at least he hadn't lost any teeth...
"Alarik?" a voice gasped. The voice was vaguely familiar, but different, somehow. But before he could put the pieces together in his head (which was still reeling from slamming into those boulders, thank you very much) he looked up and found himself face to face with Vaska.
Vaska!
It took Alarik no time at all to decide what to do. He laughed a bit in disbelief and lunged forward, wrapping his sister in an embrace. Chest to chest, his neck over hers as he lovingly licked the top of her head. "Where have you been? Gods above, Vaska, it's been so long! Over a year! I can't believe I..." he shifted to look at her and, in the process, stepped on the dead rabbit that lay at her feet. For a moment, Alarik paused in his rambling, and he chuckled. "You caught the rabbit?" "Talk" "You" Think |
