Greedy Bones

Sparhawk pulled her close, one big paw stroking her side gently back and forth slowly and rhythmically. She was so worried about not being good. "Good takes time." He continued to stroke her side. His voice was low since they were so close. "I was not always good. I was actually verrry bad." He drew out the word to emphasize his point. "I used to do many bad things." He had seen the error of his ways. "I do good things now... but if we meet gods when we die, I will go to the place where there is painful, freezing ice, but there is no fire." There was no making up for what he had done, though he was trying.

Bellamy piped up, begging him to stay. She explained that he made sense to her and Sparhawk nodded. He could understand that. Sometimes it took someone damaged to understand someone damaged. "Maybe I stay here for a while. The cold is home to me. Will need to find more firewood, but looking will keep me busy." He could spend his days stacking wood and his nights nestled up in this little cave with the wall drawings.

When she said that she liked to fight, the man chuckled lightly and gave his skull a shake. "Nothing wrong with fighting. Nothing wrong with liking to fight. You fight for whats important and the fighting stops being bad, yes?" It seemed as though she was afraid of losing control when she fought. Control was acquired with practice. She was still very young. That control would come if she worked at it. "In time, things unravel as they should. Must be patient, Miss Bellamy. Time, practice and dedication. You will be what you are meant to be." He was firm believer in that.